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let her ass drop like my 64
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[30 Dec 2010|05:38am] |
most entries are friends only, comment to be added if you're not already.
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[04 Sep 2008|11:19pm] |
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I'm taking retarded classes, I'm done with college english classes, can somebody tell me why the fuck I enrolled in women world literature. Three years ago I wrote this long entry about how much I hated Margaret Atwood and imagined she had kinky hair, a build like a scarecrow and reclined on red velvet crush sofas while smoking a burning penis - now I have to read handmaid's tale again. I'm a bro, I like lacrosse fields and Jeeps and cock slapping bitches, not reading about Muslim women and fictitious concubines in a dystopian society of overtly oppressive men. The only person I'm cock slapping now is myself.
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[22 Jun 2008|09:45pm] |
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I was IP banned from the new ED site, all I did was make a board saying I wasn't properly invited back into the community - so I invited myself. I know I kind of skated by most of the ban raids or whatever and used cam as my prop if shit ever got real - I liked reading the threads and stuff, it was a funny site.
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[15 Apr 2008|11:28am] |
We're talking away
I don't know what's left to say
I'm sayin' it anyway
Today's another day to find you
Shying away
I'll be coming for your love o.k.?
Take on me, take me on
I'll be gone
In a day or two
So needless to say
I'm odds and ends again
But it's me stumbling away
Slowly learning that life is o.k.
Say it after me
It's no better to be safe than sorry
Take on me,
Take me on
I'll be gone
In a day or two
Things that you say
Yeah is it life or just to play my
Worries away
You're all the things I've got to remember
Shying away
I'll be coming for you anyway
Take on me,
Take me on
I'll be gone
In a day or two
Take on me,
Take me on
I'll be gone
In a day
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Does anyone laugh as hard as I do at these lyrics, seriously - shying away, coming for you anyway, buh ahahahahhaha. The video doesnt help, or the fact theyve got names like Morten, Magne and haha, Paul.
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[26 Mar 2008|02:13pm] |
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I think I have found love, till tomorrow - or the next day I fuck it up, or like maybe next monday, but daaaayum bitch is fly.
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[16 Dec 2007|03:12pm] |
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I’m going to miss the freedom I have here – I like walking around and taking buses and trains places, walking into stores and feeling obligated to buy something at whatever starbucks I go pee at. Not going to miss the feeling having to pee after every time I swallow something, last night I saw a girl crapping in an office space nook into door building and her friends were laughing. It was raining out and she’s crouching into a building with her skirt down pulling her shirt over her crotch taking a shit. Her friends were all, ha ha hee haw – it was around 12 am or something. I went to see the Bob Dylan movie again and this time it was better because a group of guys sat next to me and spent most of the movie pointing at the screen pointing out “references” and how they “understood” them. At the end of it they were like, talking about how they can’t wait to see it again so they can catch all of the references. The lady who sat on my other side was cool because she laughed at all the parts I felt uncomfortable laughing at, but found funny. Not sure if I liked it or not, didn’t dislike it. Kind of want to make a Conor Oberst documentary and cast Janice Dickinson as every feminine beauty interest from every song and have Dakota Fanning play the young budding boy genius, Michael J Fox for William Burroughs who councils Oberst in a magic well. All this on the road crap at barnes and noble, Ginsberg in the Dylan movie, I don’t even like the beat generation. Fifty years from now who are people going to say are cool/who are the people going to be portrayed in movies – everyone kind of seems pretty unremarkable, not like I can do/am any better. Maybe everyone was always boring and because things are boring now we’re all looking at the past to glorify something since there’s nothing glamorous now. I wish this applied to the great depression, man those were the days.
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[05 Dec 2007|12:02am] |
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TOOL, YOU ARE A TOOL, TOOL TOOL TOOL.
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[30 Nov 2007|12:32pm] |
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Brief entry, trying to make it short. Recommend books to me, there’s criteria this time, nothing outdated (even if it’s “classic,” don’t give me treasure island or anything by Dostoyevsky.) Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for classic literary excellence or whatever blah blahs, but it’s got to be kind of modern – like, hopefully written in the last century. Nothing too fantasy, nothing too sci-fi (if it’s 75% unicorns and orc princesses, too much.)
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[07 Nov 2007|02:54am] |
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[27 Oct 2007|05:44am] |
your face is bleeding.
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[14 Oct 2007|12:00am] |
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I'm leaving but I don't know where but I'm leaving
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[10 Oct 2007|09:30pm] |
"fascinating conversation with the both of them really, it was about this long."
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[10 Oct 2007|02:02pm] |
"bit busy Conor, my art's calling and I don't take requests. hee hee"
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[08 Oct 2007|03:54pm] |
"hello, is Chelsey there."
(sorry my phone dies during all your important stories)
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[06 Oct 2007|01:47pm] |
because my opinion is "of the most high" and I'm probably "king of the world."
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[01 Oct 2007|02:55pm] |
I'm getting a massive tattoo - piece, whatever. Running up my side, plan on spending a lot for it - don't care, came to this last night, been thinking about it for years. I don't want to be identified as the person with tattoos but I can't shy away from the fact I really like them - it's a compromise, a side piece. One monumental piece of gay ass flesh art on one side, and the other will be all clear, so I can turn whenever I'm feeling pissy at myself for either reason - being lame enough to get the tattoo, but at the same time lame enough to not totally go all out.
I got several drawings done up - most unfinished. I actually have a concept idea, but of course - no real sentimental meaning, just has to look pretty. I'm leaving now to fish my ideas to a few artists downtown and see what prices I get, I thought I lost my credit card - I didn't, kept it hidden in the secret compartment of my wallet so that even I couldn't find it. Ripped up the room to find something that was in my pocket, woke up napping roommate - felt bad. I'm not doing this live with another person thing right.
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[23 Sep 2007|03:05pm] |
Congratulate me guys, I wrote a six page paper on lectures I never went to and books I haven't read. It's probably a load of shit but think that's the nature of the assignment - especially if it's going to be on freedom, I swear - the freedom to use specific examples from the documents and lecture, which'd be fine if I either went to any or read a few.
Now I have to buy a few things before my roommate comes back.
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[22 Sep 2007|10:16pm] |
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I wish there was something I could do to upstage everyone I've never been good enough for.
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