i swear i was going to bed
really i was. i was. but i have been exchanging messages with a guy i know from conventions, and we never talk. nothing in common.
someone is dead. i swear. my life is this strange. no one would make this up.
the dead guy was a good bloke. y'know, there are people reading this and i'm not trying to disrespectful to the dead here, but yeah, he was a good fella. that's about it. maybe i'm getting jaded about death, because there's been so many little deaths and stuff going on that they kinda get covered up. someone is dead. gone. no more. cam and ross will still be in the same shouts, pike 'll be in an out like always, you know. same same, plus ce change, plus ca meme chose let's not start this again. but someone's dead, and it's a serious matter, but there's gonna be politics at the wake, there's gonna be snubs, and step-ups, and kicked-downs. old factions, the lot.
i truly am sorry for Greg and his folk, but i'm fucking curiously interested all of a sudden.
and there's work to be done. i am to raise awareness. why would this not get around, did i miss something? Hello, pay your respects to the dead man. no arguements.
oh dear.
heh heh heh heh i am under the livejournal radar. you're all sworn to secrecy. sssshhhh. seriously. fuck you. and if you have no idea what i'm talking about, keep it that way, and i adore you for your no-ideaness.
surfing is a fucking weird sport. i don't get it. layne beachley, six time women's champ, is trying to surf in the guys comps, and no ones really giving a shit, it's all cool. and the press are beating it up because she came last. i mean fuck.... this is not some weird arse cable channel i'm watching, this is commericial, free-to-air tv. Surfing. I mean. ';,Boggle';,
wow crap ascii art. maybe. not even.
and my fucking winamp hasn't given me a moments rest from "that's fucked, dude", and "dude, get over it", and "why doesn't s/he love me" music. Do i listen to this all the time?!?!?!? no wonder i'm a fucking head case.
The moral of the story is "High Fidelity" is gospel. Never a truer word spoken, and all that lark.
"Am i miserable because i listened to pop music, or did i listen to pop music because i was miserable?"
Amen. Good night my friends. All of you.
someone is dead. i swear. my life is this strange. no one would make this up.
the dead guy was a good bloke. y'know, there are people reading this and i'm not trying to disrespectful to the dead here, but yeah, he was a good fella. that's about it. maybe i'm getting jaded about death, because there's been so many little deaths and stuff going on that they kinda get covered up. someone is dead. gone. no more. cam and ross will still be in the same shouts, pike 'll be in an out like always, you know. same same, plus ce change, plus ca meme chose let's not start this again. but someone's dead, and it's a serious matter, but there's gonna be politics at the wake, there's gonna be snubs, and step-ups, and kicked-downs. old factions, the lot.
i truly am sorry for Greg and his folk, but i'm fucking curiously interested all of a sudden.
and there's work to be done. i am to raise awareness. why would this not get around, did i miss something? Hello, pay your respects to the dead man. no arguements.
oh dear.
heh heh heh heh i am under the livejournal radar. you're all sworn to secrecy. sssshhhh. seriously. fuck you. and if you have no idea what i'm talking about, keep it that way, and i adore you for your no-ideaness.
surfing is a fucking weird sport. i don't get it. layne beachley, six time women's champ, is trying to surf in the guys comps, and no ones really giving a shit, it's all cool. and the press are beating it up because she came last. i mean fuck.... this is not some weird arse cable channel i'm watching, this is commericial, free-to-air tv. Surfing. I mean. ';,Boggle';,
wow crap ascii art. maybe. not even.
and my fucking winamp hasn't given me a moments rest from "that's fucked, dude", and "dude, get over it", and "why doesn't s/he love me" music. Do i listen to this all the time?!?!?!? no wonder i'm a fucking head case.
The moral of the story is "High Fidelity" is gospel. Never a truer word spoken, and all that lark.
"Am i miserable because i listened to pop music, or did i listen to pop music because i was miserable?"
Amen. Good night my friends. All of you.