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engravings paintings and sketches that have to do with absinthe from the 1800s are all fucking amazing. jesus. il load some up here in a bit. or link to them. yes yes. built a tattoo gun out of an electric toothbrush. its slick. battery powered. i fucking hate television. in the last 2 weeks ive been finding myself turnin to it for companionship on occasion then turning it off after about 3 seconds of listening to some fucking idiot talk. its only the noise that bothers me. voices hit a fucking nerve in my brain. want to wake up tommorow morn, eat a bagel, and go build a {explicit deleted} and paint up some {explicit deleted}. also accompished something today ive been slackin on. pretty proud hahahahhaa. no work tommorow. good but im worried he might be phasing me out or some such. hope not. so on this tv show they just glorified the cop lying about a search warrent hahahahaha. good stuff. was listening to a song earlier today and the artist mentions the templar knights. im wondering about the templar nights but it gets pushed to the back of my head. go to duct tapes and sit down next to the type writer. i just type the words status qou and dont know where they come from. later today i watched a movie and its story had alot to do with the templar knights and in one scene someone talking to the main character just says the words status qou and nothing else. hahaha.
all of last week ive been starin the demon straight in the eye workin in them condos. its beyond me why people like to live in them. the guy who was getting his tile redone is paying a shitton of money. i saw his old tile and it looks almost exactly the same other than the tiles were laying are a little bit smaller. not much of a noticable amount smaller. ridiculous. theyre pretty pretentious there. they pay more money than you would for a house the size of the condos and the extra money makes sure they get to be stacked on top of someone else and not have a yard or a garage. hahahhahahahhaa. it means ya get a great view thou. not the rest of the neighborhood thou. not the rest.
my boss has to longboards that we get to ride to lunch when hes not there to drive. thats always fun. good stuff. hopefully this apartment with dan idea works out.
friday was fun. i went on bike rides. had run ins with more exotic substances that i prefer to space out the usage of and this was one of those nights where im not. climbed a tree all the way to the top in front of detroit. me danny and dan were each in the very top of one of the 3 main branches going upwards. sang daylight come and me want to go home alot. saw alot of people. went to a bar. left the bar quickly after realizing how much it sucked. saw a kid that a friend of mine beat the shit out of and hospitalized and he started talking shit to us for no reason. we came to the consensus that he was fucking stupid and wasting time but he didnt reach that consensus with us. some people dont know how to get drunk and not start shit. jesus. adler and laura are back. that was funny. theyre fucking loud. i never noticed it before. someone is trying to have a conversation with me and i aint feelin it. not a meaningful conversation. one of those how goes it how are the kids did you hear i got a raise hows yer friend of a friends aunt doing blah blah blah. aint feelin it.
SHIT. I JUST LAST A PAGE WORTH OF RANTS.
AHHH.
god damn technology always gotta let me down and its hardly ever my fault so i cant shift blame.
i dont get lonely i just occasionally feel the need to share my life with someone. just want to share unimportant shit too. ah. im gonna go for a minute. time for some cyanide, arsenic, ammonia.................etc etc. someone stole my fucking lighter. i got that lighter when i stopped for gas in the town i grew up in just by chance on my way to california. i managed to not lose it for a long fucking time too. motherfuckers. every time i type something and than lose it i lose any motivation to type anything else as well.
this is all pointless. nothing in here had much emotional significance. im gonna go put my mickeys in the fridge.
haha i just looked down and the mood was on aggravated even thou i didnt put it there. odd. because i am. haha.
all of last week ive been starin the demon straight in the eye workin in them condos. its beyond me why people like to live in them. the guy who was getting his tile redone is paying a shitton of money. i saw his old tile and it looks almost exactly the same other than the tiles were laying are a little bit smaller. not much of a noticable amount smaller. ridiculous. theyre pretty pretentious there. they pay more money than you would for a house the size of the condos and the extra money makes sure they get to be stacked on top of someone else and not have a yard or a garage. hahahhahahahhaa. it means ya get a great view thou. not the rest of the neighborhood thou. not the rest.
my boss has to longboards that we get to ride to lunch when hes not there to drive. thats always fun. good stuff. hopefully this apartment with dan idea works out.
friday was fun. i went on bike rides. had run ins with more exotic substances that i prefer to space out the usage of and this was one of those nights where im not. climbed a tree all the way to the top in front of detroit. me danny and dan were each in the very top of one of the 3 main branches going upwards. sang daylight come and me want to go home alot. saw alot of people. went to a bar. left the bar quickly after realizing how much it sucked. saw a kid that a friend of mine beat the shit out of and hospitalized and he started talking shit to us for no reason. we came to the consensus that he was fucking stupid and wasting time but he didnt reach that consensus with us. some people dont know how to get drunk and not start shit. jesus. adler and laura are back. that was funny. theyre fucking loud. i never noticed it before. someone is trying to have a conversation with me and i aint feelin it. not a meaningful conversation. one of those how goes it how are the kids did you hear i got a raise hows yer friend of a friends aunt doing blah blah blah. aint feelin it.
SHIT. I JUST LAST A PAGE WORTH OF RANTS.
AHHH.
god damn technology always gotta let me down and its hardly ever my fault so i cant shift blame.
i dont get lonely i just occasionally feel the need to share my life with someone. just want to share unimportant shit too. ah. im gonna go for a minute. time for some cyanide, arsenic, ammonia.................etc etc. someone stole my fucking lighter. i got that lighter when i stopped for gas in the town i grew up in just by chance on my way to california. i managed to not lose it for a long fucking time too. motherfuckers. every time i type something and than lose it i lose any motivation to type anything else as well.
this is all pointless. nothing in here had much emotional significance. im gonna go put my mickeys in the fridge.
haha i just looked down and the mood was on aggravated even thou i didnt put it there. odd. because i am. haha.