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2006 3:57 am
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ERNIE HUDSON ALL UP ON YOUR FRIENDS' PAGE, BITCH!
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May 12th,
2006 12:38 pm
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i might kill someone soon. rock and roll.
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May 8th,
2006 1:17 pm
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i stole this from someone on last.fm but if i posted it there, no one would fucking see it.
Step 1: Open up whatever MP3 program you use and add every song in your collection.
Step 2: Put it on random.
Step 3: Post the first line from the first 20 songs that play, no matter how embarassing the song.
Step 4: Post and let everyone you know guess what song and artist the lines come from.
Step 5: Cross out the songs when someone guesses correctly.
Step 6: Looking them up on Google or any other search engine is CHEATING!
1: say goodbye on a night like this if it's the last thing we ever do. you never looked as lost as this, sometimes it doesnt even look like you.
2: clusters of people talking secretly to each other. in a bar you can not talk openly to anyone you don't already know.
3: slip and stumble at my first offenses. it's not treason, it's no lie. you talk in paragraphs, i write my sentence. it's not treason, it's no lie.
4: a safe position. a back against the wall. a simple shrug to shrug the questions off. there's no action, there is no reaction.
5: you'll never haul the heat to the bite of the grind, to emulate. digression has left this hard to swallow. sour notes of dissolution played off as dissonance to make believe its attraction.
6: all the drunks in the alleys are takin' up arms to undo their whole lives in a day. if their hearts they don't change before long in the heart of the beast they will lay.
7: you said you're a wreck, you get so upset. you said that you'd ruin everything the first chance you get.
8: there is nothing for which i'm responsible, just this baggage i keep carrying on as if i had someone.
9: 13 grand - a year in the meadow lands. bored and rural-poor, lord, at 35, right? i'm the best 17 year old ever.
10: off the rails i was and off the rails i was happy to stay. get out of my way.
11: the geek, with no beak: he's so weak he cannot speak! vestigial wings and dwarven legs. a semper fi cranium that's got automatic eggs.
12: i have really grown to hate you and everything you've come to stand for. i write these words in vain, you won't read them.
13: dinner call in the late afternoon. the sun stepped down for the moon.
14: burn my body, i'm taking up space. burn and mix me with plaster or paint.
15: scratch off all your scabs and let some blood soak in the bread of your ex love. say you're sorry, you just don't care. you left me bloody on your welcome mat.
16: i sit here patiently, i'm waiting for another pose. looking straight at the camera, but she doesn't know what it's for but she smiles anyway.
17: mark the calendar for may. wasn't that the month we started to stick around for magnet compatability?
18: you tried to call. you tried to fall down, too. the news was right. there's a fire inside you.
19: my reflection, dirty mirror. there's no connection to myself.
20: sleep has poisoned me with drunken insecurities. i've forgotten why i called. i guess to say hello or maybe just to let you know i've got no one to talk to. and it's just as well you let me go. at least you've got a story you can tell to all your guys.
good luck. though i doubt anyone is even going to read/attempt any of these.
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April 25th,
2006 9:17 pm
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so, i got a job or whatever. i start working sometime next week, i guess. johl got me a job working with him as a painter. anybody that knows me also knows how fucking lazy and unmotivated i am, so this should be a fun little social experiment on myself at the very least. but it pays really well and it's a job that can actually turn into a career. plus, i wouldn't be dealing with the general public like in a dead end retail job in a mall somewhere. the downsides are having to wear white painter dickies and a plain white shirt and having to go in there knowing absolutely nothing about painting. fuck, what-the-fuck-ever.
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April 22nd,
2006 10:11 pm
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sweet, kasey's not in love with me any more, hasn't been for awhile, and is in love with someone else and i'm every reason why she never wants to be with me again. maybe if you're lucky, she'll tell you the stories of how i was so shitty to her for the duration of our relationship or how i was being all CRrrAazy and crying about all of this to her like the 5th grader my hair makes me look like. or, if you want, just ask nice enough and i'll reenact it for you. i mean, what else do i really have to fucking lose, right?
i want to make a shirt. and on it, have "8 years and all i got was this lousy blanket!".
edit: orrrr, wait. maybe that would go better on a blanket and not a shirt?
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April 21st,
2006 6:29 pm
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today i got into a fight with  . so now i look like a blast from freshman year's past.
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April 16th,
2006 4:59 am
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incoherent babble part two went just as ignored and uncomprehended as the first. whatever, at least her co-workers and lame friends have something fun to hear about later on.
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April 11th,
2006 3:32 pm
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sweet. i guess that part of my life is over for good. maybe i'll be better for it and it'll help me learn from it and build character or some shit like that.
whatever. rock and roll, deal with it. i guess i'll be more careful with the rest of what's left to lose.
in non-crybaby news, i found all the episodes of comedians of comedy online and i've watched them all like 20 times, no joke. i love zach galifianakis.
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April 6th,
2006 1:57 am
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nada surf - sleep |
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i've always shat my pants in warm weather. like, maybe sometime in the spring or summer, i'll misjudge my ass and instead of farting i'll dye the back of my boxers army green. it's always green when i shit my pants. never green in the toilet though. i'm wondering if cotton has something in it that gives feces a green tint upon contact. wait... no, that's stupid. then everytime you wipe your ass it would turn green. nevermind, that's a shitty theory (HAH!). im fine in fall and winter, i don't know what the problem is during spring and summer. one idea i have is that maybe the warm weather is making the shit melt inside of my ass. everything happens for a reason, i guess.
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March 29th,
2006 5:27 am
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never take your sanity for granted.
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March 27th,
2006 3:51 pm
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you know what's not a fun game? the game where cox cable plays peek-a-boo with my internet connection all fucking day. now i see it! soon i won't!
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March 23rd,
2006 2:50 am
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i* finally cut my hair, woo!
*kasey
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March 18th,
2006 7:12 pm
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god, the new morrissey fucking blows. don't waste your time or money on it.
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March 16th,
2006 12:29 pm
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today must be a thursday. i could never get the hang of thursdays.
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| i'm calling it right here and now - |
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March 11th,
2006 3:58 pm
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the wrens - such a pretty lie |
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the wrens are going to be fucking huge pretty soon, just you watch. that is all.
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