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[lostcosmonaut]

sort of lame to update about last week-end on th verge of this week-end, but th days sort of get away from me these days.

7 MAY 2004 FRIDAYCame this close to having a Greek manwhore over to my apartment to service a fren of mine. S.H. did all of th telephonic heavy lifting, over speakerphone, asking penetrating Qs such as "And what does he do,

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[thejam]

i think you smoke a good pole, brah

smoking linked to throat cancer

[journalwk]

it matters not to me whether th pole is good or bad. I will smoke it.--mza.

knights in shining armor over long time ago

[odobenidae]

For my 33rd comment, here are some fucking overs!

216. Yuji Okumoto over Ralph Macchio. With "Glory of Love" playing for the 9th consecutive time in my ears, this came right to mind. There's no fucking WAY Daniel would have stood a chance against Chozen! I could play with drums all fucking DECADE, and I still couldn't snuff that motherfucker's candle. Hey, "Glory of Love" repetition number fucking 10! This song whips the fuck out of "Stay the Night."

217. All-time fire over half-court dunk on NBA Jam. I had another over here, but disliked it and erased it. Yeah man, what the fuck are you going to do with your fancy dunk when I can fucking goal-tend it without penalty! All scoring is controlled by me! This might relate to an earlier over, but no one's going back and checking my old lists. Put the fucking work in, I say! I wrote this over last of all and took a phone call, so I'm on #14. Time frame is all fucked up! Love, Andy. Here's where the P.S. would go if ever wrote any!

218. The end credits version of "Glory

sabotaging one's writing

[odobenidae]

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[the_living_end]

i was dying to hear the outcome of the addonis.

life is sweet heh heh you said out come

[journalwk]

glad you are not dying, anymore.--mza.

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[odobenidae]

Have you ever gone to a "rave party"? Do they have such parties around here? You seem a man with a history, g-force! I'd dig just listening to the music, I think. Likely not my preferred brand of mainstream, Kylie-type gods-twinklings.

Speaking of which, I've been listening to my Greatest Hits 87-97 collection quite a bit lately. Have you ever heard "Wouldn't Change A Thing"? That song bounces like cyrkles, were songs of the ability to mix like metaphors. It starts with the venerable "Funky Drummer" break, bursts in with a high-flying strings keyboard riff, then Kylie espouses her world-weary views. "There's no questioning in my heart, when it comes to our love," she warbles, mirroring the mza5k connection. "I know I'm right about this love of mine!" Bonzai, Kylie, right-o!

I also brought the new Hanson disc with me to work today. Scoff not, laddy! This stuff will co-opt the rhythms of your fucking heartbeat! Sadly, Zac has not become a better singer with time. He's not even a titty-fucking Ringo. But Tay is in rare

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[lostcosmonaut]

excellent reminiscence, muh fren. Do move yr uh "journal" forward to th next comments section, if thet please you.--mza.

[mittenstein]

i have a boner.

mhzaza is textual simulation of hza inside mza

[journalwk]

come here.

I mean that on many different levels.--mza.

newest comments delightfully shrunken

[odobenidae]

The more I write on this page, the more I realize how little I probably have to say! Who would keep up with, say, masturbatory commentary about my new pink pen? Goddamn, I love my new pink pen, it feels good in my hand looga fooga.

Oh, hey, ever think about how bland your fucking workplace can be? I just went looking for multi-hued cellophane to sort of alter my landscape. I scoured the whole fucking supply room and found nothing! I suppose I could make little glasses from tinted folder tabs, but that sure is a lot of work. Ah, but then I raided a closet and found translucent clipboards!

So I held up the green and went woooooo because it made everything JUMP RIGHT OUT! Fucking carnelevale, as old Italianos might say. A co-worker remarked, "It looks like someone pissed on everything." I'm saying no! I love the vibrance of a glowing, light green vista! The LiveJournal comment screen, with which I'm obviously very familiar, is now an aesthetic marvel through my clipboard

this journal seems the perfect forum for boring opinions that aren't substantial enough to share

[odobenidae]

Your message was blank. Please type at least something in the message field. That's Lj's default error message when you try to post an empty reply. Please! Please type AT LEAST SOMETHING! We implore you!, they say.

My workspace's bubble-blower has a voodoo doll pencil stuck in his ear/auxiliary wand. I like it!

I didn't notice much of a difference between 400- and 800-speed film when I tried both. Is it my camera?

Can I get more boring? I'm trying! I'm wearing black socks today!

Ugh, this comment is putrid already, and I'm never one for double-spaced drivel passing for supposed cleverness. Yuck! I fucking hate this whole comment! I should just erase it! Maybe I should just add all the OTHER things I hate and make a day of it! Mexican food and peanut butter and Rush and lack of horsepower going up hills! What else do I hate? Hmmm, I try not to actively hate too awful much! I sure don't hate our business office assistant! That chick's a looker.

take off my fucking shirt

[odobenidae]

My only "good side" is an unfocused, aerial shot of my eyes. At least you didn't photoshop a big dick where I hypothetically used to be, since such dicks seems to hang around that establishment.

is there such a thing as bbm

[journalwk]

you hold yrself to a standard to which you don't hold women.--mza.

FA is funny terminology, too

[odobenidae]

I was just A.I.M.ing about this at length with someone yesterday, using that same bbm term! I always say, "Ain't no love for the bigger man in today's society." If anyone tells me differently, they can gore my flesh and step inside of me for a while, and notice the dearth of bbw-style bbm adoration! I'll take a fucking fetishist, even. It's a wretched double standard!

fat ass question mark

[lostcosmonaut]

there are exceptions, but it's striking when fat girls are into, say, Th Swayz circa Dirty Dancing. I mean, everyone likes what they like, independent of what they themselves look like; but, in th same way that you see a lot of Asians selecting other Asians, I'm surprised that more fat girls don't have John Goodman/Barry White/Biggie Smalls lust.--mza.

this entry sticks in my cheek like communion wafer

[tasteetriceps]

I have always found comical that lewd gesture you make in commentary on your own entry. Nobody ever really puts it in that way. How Dishonest.

th mythical male ejaculation

[journalwk]

my real technique involves far more drooling. Is that really what anyone wants to see on their frenz page.--mza.

the above "reply to this" link was darkened because I almost wrote here before

[odobenidae]

Today is better than yesterday, and the day before was fine as well. Thanks for tolerating my somnambulistic ravings yesterday, Methuzelah! The long, desperate relationship road is nearing an end! Entertainingly bumpy fucking potholes from here, jacques! Fucking sliding and bottoming-out and sloppy pickups. Speaking of muddin' (more and less), I've quite enjoyed the candy bugs and will miss their balancing presence.

Now I can focus on more pressing issues, such as whether to throw my broccoli in as I'm boiling macaroni and cheese noodles! My inclination is to boil broccoli bits in a separate pot, but see, I've already GOT some fucking boiling water with the noodles. Oh, but if I fucking put broccoli in with the noodles, it fucks up both the temperature and the allotted boiling time. I need a perfect recipe for flawless broc-mac-cheese!

please eat, Chris

[odobenidae]

Goddamn I feel fucking sick! How's about my Chinese food not being so goddamn filling! I wish I were lying on my stomach right now, or was being held aloft by pressured air while I'm in a suit that prevents further physical sickness from extended pressured air impact.

What a stupid thing to write. Man, I'm just trying to cram this page full of GARBAGE now; any creativity took off long ago! Why are you still reading! How's about a lame update on what I did today? I fucking worked, I felt guilty about not getting enough done, I fucking played with DOGS, I fucking ate too much Chinese, I found out that Hollywood Shuffle fucking sucks, I almost fucking jerked off thinking about the busty gal in the Chinese place before I realized she could be anywhere between 15 and 25, then I fucking felt bad because of THAT, then I didn't fucking call anyone on a Friday night! But I probably didn't want to put another piece of sh*t on my own social calendar anyway! But who fucking knows! SNORE take these fucking rounds