This is gonna be the last gothsicle post. I love you all like a fat kid love cake, and I have a weird attactment to it, since I remember writing entries about Elise when we first met, concerts I went to, when I discovered EBM, my first tattoo and just a series of stuff exchanged between myself and mein livejournal freunds ( Read more... )

I really need to get to work on my new place because it's gotten to the point where I can't get the fuck out of here fast enough ( Read more... )

You know how this happens. Some inanimate object is a constant source of frustration for you, and after a while, your mind develops a kind of dementia and you start personifying whatever it is. This lifeless thing pisses you off so much your mind starts giving it human characteristics that only make you revile it more ( Read more... )

Maybe this is the exhaustion and stress talking. I don't know. Like three people even bother reading this anymore ( Read more... )

Today was a hard day. Hell, it's been a hard year ( Read more... )

Well, this is depressing ( Read more... )

"The stage was set for bloodshed! This was like unto a thing of foreplay for a battle-hardened gladiator such as Mung the Inconceivable. The throb of anticipation! The dull, steaming ache of violence! This is the kind of day that Mung, deep in the molten pits of his boiling and fertile gonads, desires ( Read more... )

I guess I have a new girlfriend ( Read more... )

-Who plays those weird pop up ad games? "Slap the sumo's belly and find out the name of your crush!" "Snap a shot of Britney and get a free ipod!" No, damn you. I know the name of my crush and the paparazzi are scum. And so's Britney. And so are ipods, simply because I can't afford them. Who plays these things? People who frequent Wal Mart (and ( Read more... )

Things have gone pretty sour ( Read more... )