next wednesday at noon doom doom doom
occasionally when ah hang out w/ frenz, it's more like we're quoting th last time we tripped than actually having any kind of new experience; and that's more than fine by me; and that partially explains why everything in my life changes @ a glacial pace. And why, when Gordon died, ah stopped being able to talk about anything else. Things just don't change that fast in my neighbourhood. Haha this
Everything's always changing
And nothing stays in th same place for too long
I've been too long awake
And everyone seems like they're slowly changing
No one stays in th same place for too long
I've been too long awake
song jest came on woohoohaha ah ain't even planned it thet way--anyhow as usual ah have no idea what they is talkin' about. Everything happen real slow here. Ah jest confirmed thet a chiropractor ain't a M.D. Ah made a appointment w/ one, and a chiropractor's def a D.C.
Still, it's th closest ah've ever come to making a appointment w/ a doctor. Ain't been to one in over a decade, probably over 15 years, possibly more like 20 years. Ah'm 32 years old, and scheduling a doctor appointment still seem like something my mum should be doing, on my behalf. What if it's cancer. What if all this time it ain't been carpal tunnel syndrome @ all.
Another funny (not haha) thing to not know @ age 32: what is th deal w/ cows, are they all female or what. You drive by a field of cows, if that's all female, where are all th fucking males. Can all th bulls really be busy being rode hard by cowboys, beats me.
The total score possible for a bull ride is 100 points. Half of that total is based on the performance of the bull and how difficult he is to ride. Judges look for bulls with speed, power, drop in the front end, kick in the back end, directions changed and body rolls. A body roll occurs when a bull is in the air and kicks either his hind feet or all four feet to the side.
They are so jumpy because they're being forcibly separated from th p00n.
Anyhow ah'z real nervouz about thiz.
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Livejournal Entries of th Week (only one of which involves much in th way of written words):
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And den
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And den
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And den--I KNOW
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And den ah writ th most depressing Internet diary entry O.A.T.
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And it jest kept on going, for days, much like yr own days stretch out B4U, hopelessly and mercilessly.
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It's Friday night, and thiz am what ah'z doin'.
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How kin ah talk to people 20 out of 24 hours in a day, and still be lonely.
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Cerebus died, why should I care even one small bit. UNLESS. I'm scared of going out th way he done.
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Some good folks (including a Canadian) invited me out. I said, "Can't you see I'm busy drinkin', alone?"
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Tr00f: th Internet makes me happy, but th fact of its making me happy is making me unhappy.
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Oh, there will be seriously bad poetry writ, B4 all this is over.
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Only flaming kin really fix this, probably. If ah turned off IP address logging for a day, ah wonder if anonymous commenters would deliver satisfaction.
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There.
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"I Went to Christian School"
Lord Jesus
Why did you teach me English
When you knew I would do
Nothing
But abuse it.
King James, anyhow
Ah ain't remember
Where goes thee and
Where goes thou
When do we
Fucking
Get 2 th part about
Mee and
Mou?
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Saturday, 6:49 a.m.
Woke up on th wrong side of th bed. Although: what other side is there, truly.
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10:06 a.m.
More than anything, ah jest feel zorry 4 anyone what read anything ah ever writ.
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Why do nearly everyone ah so-called meet secretly dislike me--no, ah ain't bein' paranoid about this. OR not secretly. Listen:
... he has the civility of Old Yeller before they put him down.
i work here. i don't have to put up with this racist rabid bullshit. he's an famous troll. he applies to rating communities and then invites his friends to troll it when he gets bad reviews.
he's not here to talk about poetry. he's here to attempt to tear the place down. i've seen him.
All ah want am to get along w/ people, but ah fuck it up EVERY TIME.
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AND
he came here to stir shit up, and denegrate if he didn't get his way. then invited his buddies to join in.
i hardly flamed him and he foams at the mouth. i banned one of his friends for breaking rules and he snarls at me rabid and racist. it's amazing you think he'd be great fun yelling cracker bitch pussy fart at everyone.
... i wish i could show you what he's done before, but that would be evidence that he would more than likely hide.
It's true that I try to hide all th unpleasantness of my life, so that others might like me better. BUT IT'S NOT WORKING. You expose th film in me.
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"Just be yourself"? HAHA HA HA HA. Fucked if you do, fucked if you don't.
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Lj ghostofchance definitely got my number, here. NOW IF ONLY SHE WOULD CALL ME.
judging by the incendiary misogynist poem, the denigrating introduction, the weakness of reverting back to caustic racist slurs and sexually offensive language when all else fails, it would make sense for others to be impressed with his bravado.
he hates blindly. he squanders alot of time hating, and abuses this forum to act out what he cannot in real life. this is my impression. it doesn't take a big strong brave man to sit and type racist slurs from his keyboard. i don't understand the goo-goo eyes over this one.
If, jest once in my godforsook life, zomeone would make goo-goo eyes over me, mebbe ah wouldn't hate myzelf thiz much.
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New hot adjective: Eeyorrific.
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"Ah cain't think of anything else to add to this entry. Th mood might have passed."
"How about a crying clown?"
"Ah'm glad U R here."
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Tuesday, 2:19 p.m.
On Saturday I went to a party, and everyone else had fun, but I did not, for I am incapable of it.
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11:49 p.m.
12 hours until my so-called doctor's appointment, sittin' here listenin' to th Boris song "Naki Kyoku", a classic of slowness and prettiness, I think of my famously kooky college professor Roy Wagner, who once described to me an odd theory on human emotion: that (it was posited) all strong emotions actually feel exactly th same. All strong emotions feel like th feeling of not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and our intellects decide which reaction to have, in order to fit th context. We tell ourselves th correct way to feel, based on th available evidence. In other words, th naked emotion come out, we dress it up in ecstatic clothes or miserable clothes. Slow and pretty, this could be th saddest song in th world, if we want it 2B.
Everything's always changing
And nothing stays in th same place for too long
I've been too long awake
And everyone seems like they're slowly changing
No one stays in th same place for too long
I've been too long awake
song jest came on woohoohaha ah ain't even planned it thet way--anyhow as usual ah have no idea what they is talkin' about. Everything happen real slow here. Ah jest confirmed thet a chiropractor ain't a M.D. Ah made a appointment w/ one, and a chiropractor's def a D.C.
Still, it's th closest ah've ever come to making a appointment w/ a doctor. Ain't been to one in over a decade, probably over 15 years, possibly more like 20 years. Ah'm 32 years old, and scheduling a doctor appointment still seem like something my mum should be doing, on my behalf. What if it's cancer. What if all this time it ain't been carpal tunnel syndrome @ all.
Another funny (not haha) thing to not know @ age 32: what is th deal w/ cows, are they all female or what. You drive by a field of cows, if that's all female, where are all th fucking males. Can all th bulls really be busy being rode hard by cowboys, beats me.
The total score possible for a bull ride is 100 points. Half of that total is based on the performance of the bull and how difficult he is to ride. Judges look for bulls with speed, power, drop in the front end, kick in the back end, directions changed and body rolls. A body roll occurs when a bull is in the air and kicks either his hind feet or all four feet to the side.
They are so jumpy because they're being forcibly separated from th p00n.
Anyhow ah'z real nervouz about thiz.
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Livejournal Entries of th Week (only one of which involves much in th way of written words):
- Aaron
http://www.livejournal.com/users/inertiacrept/2005/06/07/
on his pops, his teenage zelf, and domestic equilibrium. - Jessica's
http://www.livejournal.com/users/girlandagun/115523.html
grandma ingeniously negotiates her way out of a speeding ticket. [phone post] - Kristin
http://www.livejournal.com/users/kdollarsign/2005/05/27/
puts up some pictures I'm too dense to get th meaning of.
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And den
+ + +
And den
+ + +
And den--I KNOW
+ + +
And den ah writ th most depressing Internet diary entry O.A.T.
+ + +
!!!!!!
+ + +
And it jest kept on going, for days, much like yr own days stretch out B4U, hopelessly and mercilessly.
+ + +
It's Friday night, and thiz am what ah'z doin'.
+ + +
How kin ah talk to people 20 out of 24 hours in a day, and still be lonely.
+ + +
Cerebus died, why should I care even one small bit. UNLESS. I'm scared of going out th way he done.
+ + +
Some good folks (including a Canadian) invited me out. I said, "Can't you see I'm busy drinkin', alone?"
+ + +
Tr00f: th Internet makes me happy, but th fact of its making me happy is making me unhappy.
+ + +
Oh, there will be seriously bad poetry writ, B4 all this is over.
+ + +
Only flaming kin really fix this, probably. If ah turned off IP address logging for a day, ah wonder if anonymous commenters would deliver satisfaction.
+ + +
There.
+ + +
+ + +
"I Went to Christian School"
Lord Jesus
Why did you teach me English
When you knew I would do
Nothing
But abuse it.
King James, anyhow
Ah ain't remember
Where goes thee and
Where goes thou
When do we
Fucking
Get 2 th part about
Mee and
Mou?
+ + +
Saturday, 6:49 a.m.
Woke up on th wrong side of th bed. Although: what other side is there, truly.
+ + +
10:06 a.m.
More than anything, ah jest feel zorry 4 anyone what read anything ah ever writ.
+ + +
Why do nearly everyone ah so-called meet secretly dislike me--no, ah ain't bein' paranoid about this. OR not secretly. Listen:
... he has the civility of Old Yeller before they put him down.
i work here. i don't have to put up with this racist rabid bullshit. he's an famous troll. he applies to rating communities and then invites his friends to troll it when he gets bad reviews.
he's not here to talk about poetry. he's here to attempt to tear the place down. i've seen him.
All ah want am to get along w/ people, but ah fuck it up EVERY TIME.
+ + +
AND
he came here to stir shit up, and denegrate if he didn't get his way. then invited his buddies to join in.
i hardly flamed him and he foams at the mouth. i banned one of his friends for breaking rules and he snarls at me rabid and racist. it's amazing you think he'd be great fun yelling cracker bitch pussy fart at everyone.
... i wish i could show you what he's done before, but that would be evidence that he would more than likely hide.
It's true that I try to hide all th unpleasantness of my life, so that others might like me better. BUT IT'S NOT WORKING. You expose th film in me.
+ + +
"Just be yourself"? HAHA HA HA HA. Fucked if you do, fucked if you don't.
+ + +
Lj ghostofchance definitely got my number, here. NOW IF ONLY SHE WOULD CALL ME.
judging by the incendiary misogynist poem, the denigrating introduction, the weakness of reverting back to caustic racist slurs and sexually offensive language when all else fails, it would make sense for others to be impressed with his bravado.
he hates blindly. he squanders alot of time hating, and abuses this forum to act out what he cannot in real life. this is my impression. it doesn't take a big strong brave man to sit and type racist slurs from his keyboard. i don't understand the goo-goo eyes over this one.
If, jest once in my godforsook life, zomeone would make goo-goo eyes over me, mebbe ah wouldn't hate myzelf thiz much.
+ + +
New hot adjective: Eeyorrific.
+ + +
"Ah cain't think of anything else to add to this entry. Th mood might have passed."
"How about a crying clown?"
"Ah'm glad U R here."
+ + +
Tuesday, 2:19 p.m.
On Saturday I went to a party, and everyone else had fun, but I did not, for I am incapable of it.
+ + +
11:49 p.m.
12 hours until my so-called doctor's appointment, sittin' here listenin' to th Boris song "Naki Kyoku", a classic of slowness and prettiness, I think of my famously kooky college professor Roy Wagner, who once described to me an odd theory on human emotion: that (it was posited) all strong emotions actually feel exactly th same. All strong emotions feel like th feeling of not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and our intellects decide which reaction to have, in order to fit th context. We tell ourselves th correct way to feel, based on th available evidence. In other words, th naked emotion come out, we dress it up in ecstatic clothes or miserable clothes. Slow and pretty, this could be th saddest song in th world, if we want it 2B.