Eat my computer
Being obsessed with things that I can make do my bidding - I am amused to finally have a computer that doesn't resemble a relic of 80's thinking perversed into something for the early 90's consumer. I am so 1998 and it's really nice to not wait 5 minutes to use a stupid website at home. Speaking of stupid, I had just remembered the dread Quizilla quizzes and figure that I would kill a carebear with a rocket launcher while listening to 'Holiday' by Madonna and playing footsies with someone while being all Truth or Dare Madonna. I went overboard with Madonna - but such is the nature of Live Journal, I am stoned.
After an period fo abject sexual worthlessness I finally ventured back teh way of the gay whore in a way that can basically be interpreted as going back to your own vomit. They don't have money and will not make me complete. In the meantime I feel like loading up my shotgun and searching for someone. I am starting to think I should just be a nun and put on a habit and sing songs while playing a guitar. I wish they had a Martha Stewart retreat where I could lead an effective life. Therapy, what have you. Maybe I just need to run away.
Truth is that I am nearing my twenty-fourth birthday and wonder what I have accomplished in all this time. Perhaps I sell myself short - though none shorter sold than himself - but I am at a pinnacle turning point. Or stagnation. January eats my ass in a fond way and I wish all my troubles could be far away... because I believe... blahblahblahasfd...
... ... ... ..... .. .. . .. .. .. . .. .. . . .... TAKE ME AWAY FROM THE INSANITY I CREATE IN THIS POINTLESS WORLD AND MAKE THE WALLS STOP TALKING *SHRIEKING* ... ... . .. . ... ....
Yeah, I am doing fine though. My birthday falls on a Sunday. THE SABBATTHHHhhhHHhhh....mehehhhhhh.....*coughcough* I need to cheer up. My New Year's resolution might just be resolving to be a nicer, more cheerful person - devouring the souls of others with a chipper facade like a fire-blanket over the cynicism, bitter self-defeat and hopelessness within. Ahhhh hahahahaaa I am not that bad - but you get the picture. Sucking up to people works when your life sucks. make it all suck. Suck it up. All directions point to suck in general.
I must go dose myself with my brand of inebriant and a good smoke after such a ramble. Livejournal 'tis like sex you want to forget but cannot. The pic may be from when I was 19. Suck it.
After an period fo abject sexual worthlessness I finally ventured back teh way of the gay whore in a way that can basically be interpreted as going back to your own vomit. They don't have money and will not make me complete. In the meantime I feel like loading up my shotgun and searching for someone. I am starting to think I should just be a nun and put on a habit and sing songs while playing a guitar. I wish they had a Martha Stewart retreat where I could lead an effective life. Therapy, what have you. Maybe I just need to run away.
Truth is that I am nearing my twenty-fourth birthday and wonder what I have accomplished in all this time. Perhaps I sell myself short - though none shorter sold than himself - but I am at a pinnacle turning point. Or stagnation. January eats my ass in a fond way and I wish all my troubles could be far away... because I believe... blahblahblahasfd...
... ... ... ..... .. .. . .. .. .. . .. .. . . .... TAKE ME AWAY FROM THE INSANITY I CREATE IN THIS POINTLESS WORLD AND MAKE THE WALLS STOP TALKING *SHRIEKING* ... ... . .. . ... ....
Yeah, I am doing fine though. My birthday falls on a Sunday. THE SABBATTHHHhhhHHhhh....mehehhhhhh.....*coughcough* I need to cheer up. My New Year's resolution might just be resolving to be a nicer, more cheerful person - devouring the souls of others with a chipper facade like a fire-blanket over the cynicism, bitter self-defeat and hopelessness within. Ahhhh hahahahaaa I am not that bad - but you get the picture. Sucking up to people works when your life sucks. make it all suck. Suck it up. All directions point to suck in general.
I must go dose myself with my brand of inebriant and a good smoke after such a ramble. Livejournal 'tis like sex you want to forget but cannot. The pic may be from when I was 19. Suck it.