mememememe.
First sentence from the first and last day of each month this year.
Some "end of the year" meme thing.
2008.
January.
I'm just getting ready to go PUMP SOME I-RON.
Ugh... I have to write an email that I am absolutely DREADING having to write and send, because I know it's going to have uncomfortable reprocussions, but it definitely NEEDS to be done.
February.
Does anyone have any tips for trying to get over the shitty feelings that a falling-out leaves behind?
Yearrrrgh! I just got tattooed for three fucking hours.
March.
Happy first day of March! That much closer to SPRINNNNGG! I can't wear to wear little swingy dresses and cardigans!
Me, the sex-crazed, horny-toad, prepubescent boy-like, always thinking about sex, always picturing everyone naked, getting dressed in front of my windows, masturbating 3 times a day, owns more porn than God itself, writing horny sex blogs, stashes sex toys in every corner of her apartment... me... well, sometimes I'd just rather not have sex. :/
April.
Okay first of all, LET'S TALK TOP MODEL! (ed. Ugh! Oh god how trite, haha!)
I just got back from Niagara Falls this morning but I don't even really feel like writing about it (even though it was a pretty alright time).
May.
WHAT the HELL is wrong with my mouth?!?! I honestly don't think I can't wait a week. I need to perform some home surgery like right now.
Sweet, so I totally just went out to see Terror Lake at the Black Shire Pub (awesome, bought a 12" inch Haggard Beast compilation, hung out with Smashley a bit, walked home in the light rain) and on the street these two cool guys walked by and were totally having a cool conversation where they were making hilarious jokes about clubbing and raping some chick. Man, the guys in London are stand up fellows!
June.
I feel very fucking happy right now.
I had so much fun last night!!! Ahhhh!
(ed. seems like June was a pretty great month, no?)
July.
Tony told me last night that he's going to put Charlie Sheen on the Screamin' Jay Hawkins b-day show on the 18th at Call the Office... ACK!
FUCK YOU. (ed. in 10pt bolded font. haha. geez)
August.
YES! I am seriously so fricking slick. I can be SO sneaky and smart and determined... I should be a fucking spy. I am an evil genius and a criminal mastermind.
So today I had to go for a colposcopy. The dreaded colposcopy I have been anxiously awaiting for a month and a half.
September.
My old friend, the painting itch, has come back with a strong gale force.
The amount of men who come in to my work on their lunchbreaks just to buy a condom so that they can go bone their secretaries is unbelievable.
October.
So I kind of hate to complain in my journal, because negativity sucks, but I can't even help it right now - I had SUCH a shitty day today, bros.
I just slaved over my entire music collection (well, all of the stuff I have put onto my computer at least. I left out some good ones like the B-52s due to not having the discs burned onto my computer yet) and made EIGHT Halloween mixes suitable for playing at my store (aka nothing TOO heavy or loud or noisy)!
November.
I can never tell whether the eastern european men who come in here are misogynist pricks or if I'm just too sensitive/jaded/angry at a lot of men. Nah, they're misogynist pricks. Go eat a sawed-off shotgun!
Owww... my abs hurt. Hahaha... "abs" + "my". Tres hilario.
December.
Oh, Dee Dee! Plz to be my boyfriend now, kthanx. <333 (ed. Ramone... not Dave's drummer Dee Dee hah.)
The end of December hasn't happened yet, so that part is M.I.A.!
LE FUN! I MEAN FIN!
Some "end of the year" meme thing.
2008.
January.
I'm just getting ready to go PUMP SOME I-RON.
Ugh... I have to write an email that I am absolutely DREADING having to write and send, because I know it's going to have uncomfortable reprocussions, but it definitely NEEDS to be done.
February.
Does anyone have any tips for trying to get over the shitty feelings that a falling-out leaves behind?
Yearrrrgh! I just got tattooed for three fucking hours.
March.
Happy first day of March! That much closer to SPRINNNNGG! I can't wear to wear little swingy dresses and cardigans!
Me, the sex-crazed, horny-toad, prepubescent boy-like, always thinking about sex, always picturing everyone naked, getting dressed in front of my windows, masturbating 3 times a day, owns more porn than God itself, writing horny sex blogs, stashes sex toys in every corner of her apartment... me... well, sometimes I'd just rather not have sex. :/
April.
Okay first of all, LET'S TALK TOP MODEL! (ed. Ugh! Oh god how trite, haha!)
I just got back from Niagara Falls this morning but I don't even really feel like writing about it (even though it was a pretty alright time).
May.
WHAT the HELL is wrong with my mouth?!?! I honestly don't think I can't wait a week. I need to perform some home surgery like right now.
Sweet, so I totally just went out to see Terror Lake at the Black Shire Pub (awesome, bought a 12" inch Haggard Beast compilation, hung out with Smashley a bit, walked home in the light rain) and on the street these two cool guys walked by and were totally having a cool conversation where they were making hilarious jokes about clubbing and raping some chick. Man, the guys in London are stand up fellows!
June.
I feel very fucking happy right now.
I had so much fun last night!!! Ahhhh!
(ed. seems like June was a pretty great month, no?)
July.
Tony told me last night that he's going to put Charlie Sheen on the Screamin' Jay Hawkins b-day show on the 18th at Call the Office... ACK!
FUCK YOU. (ed. in 10pt bolded font. haha. geez)
August.
YES! I am seriously so fricking slick. I can be SO sneaky and smart and determined... I should be a fucking spy. I am an evil genius and a criminal mastermind.
So today I had to go for a colposcopy. The dreaded colposcopy I have been anxiously awaiting for a month and a half.
September.
My old friend, the painting itch, has come back with a strong gale force.
The amount of men who come in to my work on their lunchbreaks just to buy a condom so that they can go bone their secretaries is unbelievable.
October.
So I kind of hate to complain in my journal, because negativity sucks, but I can't even help it right now - I had SUCH a shitty day today, bros.
I just slaved over my entire music collection (well, all of the stuff I have put onto my computer at least. I left out some good ones like the B-52s due to not having the discs burned onto my computer yet) and made EIGHT Halloween mixes suitable for playing at my store (aka nothing TOO heavy or loud or noisy)!
November.
I can never tell whether the eastern european men who come in here are misogynist pricks or if I'm just too sensitive/jaded/angry at a lot of men. Nah, they're misogynist pricks. Go eat a sawed-off shotgun!
Owww... my abs hurt. Hahaha... "abs" + "my". Tres hilario.
December.
Oh, Dee Dee! Plz to be my boyfriend now, kthanx. <333 (ed. Ramone... not Dave's drummer Dee Dee hah.)
The end of December hasn't happened yet, so that part is M.I.A.!
LE FUN! I MEAN FIN!