you only live once (woah-oh)
Being back in America has brought out the glutton in me. i'm having a hard type typing because i'm too busy gratifying my taste buds. oh man, i should just start chewing on food and then spitting it out, isn't that a great idea?
LJ is a party, and everyone is worried about what they're gonna wear. am i right? or am i right?
never forget that even though you may have more friends on myspace, the true blue always goes down on LJ.
damn, i don't know about you guys, but it seems like alot of times i don't really read the titles of an entry. i guess they just don't quite stand out to my eye.
damn, i wish i had a crush on someone who read this LJ, that way i could, craft round-about entries that told them how i felt, without actually telling them how i feel. I think i've done that before, and it was pretty fun. autoerotic asphyxiation at it's best (without the ejaculating).
"shock rock"
as accidental as bombing al jazeera.
"those two crazy kids"
i find it funny that dick cheney is saying how horrible it was to shoot someone and see his friend fall to the ground shot (it was the same man). I find it funny that dick cheney has been helping send people off to witness/experience those very things for several years now. (i'm a bleeding heart liberal)
"Well why don't you just grab your peace pipe and get the hell out of my country!"
Last time i was here in Oklahoma, i went to this restaurant, and they give you crayons at your table, like your a little kid at friendlies or something again(i guess this makes it a fun place to eat).
Enter childhood memory: I remember the last time the waitress asked me if i wanted crayons. I said no, and it was the 1st time i said no, and no one ever asked me again. It's like it was just understood, as if something had changed outwardly and inwardly as i declined those waxy rods. Perhaps from that moment on, there was a glimmer in my eye, alerting the waitstaff of my smoldering young sexuality. maybe it was the peach fuzz mustache.
damn, I think it'd be cool if we still did arranged marriages like back in the day: "I do say Mr. Jerimaiah, if you want your son Tobias to bed my daughter, you'll pay the dowry of four cattle and a bushel of grain!"
"but Mr. Tavingsworth, you know i can't afford such a---"
"SILENCE! IT IS A PALTRY SUM TO ASK FOR THE UNTAINTED LOINS OF SWEET YOUNG ABAGAIL!"
hahahaha, i'm gonna get naked and go to sleep.
(I eagerly await your comments. please don't judge me, you're the same monster)
"Zach Niemi: THE MONSTER THAT SAVED ROCK AND ROLL"
LJ is a party, and everyone is worried about what they're gonna wear. am i right? or am i right?
never forget that even though you may have more friends on myspace, the true blue always goes down on LJ.
damn, i don't know about you guys, but it seems like alot of times i don't really read the titles of an entry. i guess they just don't quite stand out to my eye.
damn, i wish i had a crush on someone who read this LJ, that way i could, craft round-about entries that told them how i felt, without actually telling them how i feel. I think i've done that before, and it was pretty fun. autoerotic asphyxiation at it's best (without the ejaculating).
"shock rock"
as accidental as bombing al jazeera.
"those two crazy kids"
i find it funny that dick cheney is saying how horrible it was to shoot someone and see his friend fall to the ground shot (it was the same man). I find it funny that dick cheney has been helping send people off to witness/experience those very things for several years now. (i'm a bleeding heart liberal)
"Well why don't you just grab your peace pipe and get the hell out of my country!"
Last time i was here in Oklahoma, i went to this restaurant, and they give you crayons at your table, like your a little kid at friendlies or something again(i guess this makes it a fun place to eat).
Enter childhood memory: I remember the last time the waitress asked me if i wanted crayons. I said no, and it was the 1st time i said no, and no one ever asked me again. It's like it was just understood, as if something had changed outwardly and inwardly as i declined those waxy rods. Perhaps from that moment on, there was a glimmer in my eye, alerting the waitstaff of my smoldering young sexuality. maybe it was the peach fuzz mustache.
damn, I think it'd be cool if we still did arranged marriages like back in the day: "I do say Mr. Jerimaiah, if you want your son Tobias to bed my daughter, you'll pay the dowry of four cattle and a bushel of grain!"
"but Mr. Tavingsworth, you know i can't afford such a---"
"SILENCE! IT IS A PALTRY SUM TO ASK FOR THE UNTAINTED LOINS OF SWEET YOUNG ABAGAIL!"
hahahaha, i'm gonna get naked and go to sleep.
(I eagerly await your comments. please don't judge me, you're the same monster)
"Zach Niemi: THE MONSTER THAT SAVED ROCK AND ROLL"