hello scumbags
you may briefly stop licking my shoes clean to listen to my words. may they despair you in times of times of ill-gotten hope.
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... did you think i actually had something meaningful to say?
nobody does. if anyone tells you otherwise, they're a flaming sack of shit and should be suckerpunched.
now piss off.
oh the agony of choice
i keep thinking of getting a tattoo, i want comedy & drama done, but not with masks. thinking something along the lines of fairies. hmmm...
then another questions is: should colour be used? if so, which ones?
meh.
let's play a game
i'm going through the remnants of my old webpage when i found an old ranty section... this is somewhat amusing.
let's play a game.
guess what drug i ingested before writing this part!
April 15th, 2000
Something occured to me this morning. It slapped me in the face. THE DELETE KEY IS A COMMUNIST PLOT! Ok. I'm cleaning up my room, just thinking a bit... and it occurs to me. What's the delete key for? It's to perfect our typing. Why do we need to perfect our typing? Because society says we need to have perfect typing to be understood. We should all try to be the same. Does this make any sense to you? At the time I was thinking it, it made perfect sense..... but now it seems kinda scrambled... yikes. To get any frustrations out, I recommend bowling. Where else do you get to throw an object with a strong force to know something down, and it's legal?? And you get points for it?? All you have to do is make you sure don't break the glass while you're at it.
sleep is ...
something to do during the day, apparently.
that's when the bulk of mine gets done.
i accidentally slept from 9am - 7pm today. ok, so it wasn't much of an accident but now i'm screwed.
in case of emergency, exit calmly.
fucking people and insecurities...
i'll take a cheesegrater to your faces.
