july 2003

July 1, 2003
Nyah, this angry Christian midget is the man.! I’m going to find him and become his whore. Click ::...meh...:: and listen to Principals. It’s a little hard to hear, but it’s freaking hysterical. Nyah.

July 2, 2003
...mother dearest walked in right when the computer froze...on the porn picture...I swear I'm freaking cursed...

July 2, 2003 (beta version)
I had a nightmare as a kid that big bird and cookie monster held me captive in my room (before I had all the goodies in there). Somehow my two cousins got in my room too, and I was voted to run and get help...even though we all knew it was suicide. I remember big bird flapping around all scary like, and cookie monster throwing raw cookie dough at me and it burns like acid. Bah. Ohh ooh in Melee you can see up Princess Peach’s dress. She wears frilly little pink panties...and the bitch flies. She sticks her ass out and makes little blip blip farty noises. I think she propels herself with fart energy. Freaking Thunder Cats, I hate those damn things. Lion-o is so gay it’s unreal. You know he’s jerkin the gerkin every time he goes into the bushes. He-man was on steroids, which means he’s not packing much south of the boarder. So She-man or she-rah whatever her damn name was must have had one of his little short buddies on the side because crayons don’t do much in the way of pleasure. Bleh I’m bored.

July 2, 2003 (third version)
He hexed mai computer.! That damn priest.! Ok, this door-to-door priest guy came to mai door today...and I did what any good atheist would do, I released the hounds, and I returned to the computer. Well, a few moments later, I hear yelping and a few yells. Know what the idiot was doing.? He was hitting mai dog in the head with his bloody bible.! You don’t hit a psycho’s dog with a bible.! So, I went out there and started yelling at the guy...that must have been a sight...chick in pajamas and combat boots yelling at a priest. Anyway, the guy goes to hit mai dog again, so I grab his bible and start eating pages. I know I know, I’m going to hell. Got the guy to leave though...

July 3, 2003
Ok, I’m going to examine a situation. I haven’t slept in about five days, and people are starting to get worried...but I’m going to dive deeper than that. I have three close friends I met online (all of which should know who they are)...two I talk to on a demi-regular basis, and neither of them has any clue that I’m operation on lack of sleep. Not that they’re stupid or anything, I just know how to mask my emotions rather well...one of them reads the rants on a daily basis, which brings us to another problem...how is one supposed to bear one’s soul to strangers if one knows that one’s friends reads their thoughts on a regular basis.? Do you post your thoughts even though you know a few of the people you’re talking about will know every little thought in your head.? I suppose the smart thing would be to claim yourself and online journal...but that would mess with my entire site process...which would really suck. By the way, new background and picture on ::...Last Battle of a Dying Angel...:: Ah well, I suppose I should just suck it up and type my thoughts eh.? Then again...some things (or thoughts in this case) are better left unspoken (or unread as the case may be). Anyway, moving on. There are two people I know off line that read my thoughts on a regular basis (and they both should know who they are), one is suspicious, but I keep telling the person it’s all good and I’m fine...although I suppose five days without sleep is bad...even went so far as to let the person believe that I had gotten five hours of sleep the other night...which technically wasn’t a lie because I only alluded to it, never came out and said it. Actually I dozed for five hours, but that’s neither here nor there. The second person...gods know I love the ------- but -------‘s not exactly the brightest crayon in the box if you know what I mean. I think they have an idea, the dark circles under mai eyes might have given me away...oh well...my joints hurt, so I’m going to find some Tylenol or something.

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A few new ::...backgrounds...::

July 4, 2003 --------
Lovely, another damn holiday. This one is alright I suppose...fire and blowing things up (ok ok, the blowing things up part isn’t really legal, but I highly doubt any cops are keeping up with mai rants...if Rick is reading this, you don’t count doode...you’re just a toddler with a badge). Hm...I’m pretty sure I’m going to add more to ::...my life in pictures...:: today... (it’s about six AM, anytime after noon should be good). Hm...oh yeah, a very good friend of mine says he’s coming down on sat to hang out...so I guess I have to attempt to get the dead smell out again (it’s smelled dead in my room for a few months now, just ask purp)...and hide all mai porn. -innocent look- I mean...tidy up a bit. I plan to suspend Garbie, Garbie Jr., Zarbie, and Zarbie Jr. from the ceiling today. I know where I want them to go, but I’m not sure if I’ll be able to get the nails in the ceiling without going blind (please note the suspend not hang. We luv mai alternative barbies). Let me see...oh yeah, I’m supposed to go to the fireworks show in town wif Griffin, but my mom is pretty pissed off today and wants to spend a ‘family holiday together’. Should be interesting...cheese burgers are banned this year though, too many scars from the cheese. I’m pretty sure it’s just going to be hotdogs and cold stuff, shouldn’t be too many bad burns (unless someone nails me with something...I’m sick and tired of being a moving target, someone hits me with something this year I’m throwing a flaming hotdog damn it). I like Sprite Remix...but everyone else I talk to says it sucks major monkey...it’s better then that damnable orange mountain dew or whatever the hell it is. Nasty ass stuff that is...enough to rip your throat out. It’s like the freaking Newport of soda. -cringes- Bleh...I smell like gasoline, I need to take a shower.

July 5, 2003
Well, I didn’t get to blow up mai shed, and I didn’t get to eat a cheeseburger...but I did manage to set a tree on fire by throwing a flaming hotdog. I told everyone...if something was thrown at me, I’d toss a flaming hotdog. Cousin threw something at me, and I threw a flaming hotdog. It was rather amusing. Today, I thought I’d be nice to suck up a little, and we (my cousins and I) were playing a little Melee...but both of them got all angry when I kicked their ass’ with Kirby. Little pink ball-o-shite beat Roy and Starfox ‘til they threw mai controller. Bleh. Hopefully, I’ll be seeing mai mikey later tonight...buuuut I’m not going to get my hopes up too high. Bleh. Bleh bleh bleh.

July 8, 2003
Ok he showed up...and I’m not really sure how to take his actions. He moved (yes moved) from New York to come see me...I don’t know if it’s sweet, obsessive, or stalkerish. He’s sweet...I suppose...ha. Hm. Eh. Tired and hot and I don’t know how much longer mai computer is going to hold out. The humidity is up and hotness is extreme...latah luvs.

July 14, 2003
Ok, again this will be the final update for awhile...the computer is getting progressively worse, so I need to get mai hands on a relatively good hard-drive that’s compatible with my nearly four year old cow. Wish me luck luvlees. Anyway, if I get mai ass over to the library soon, I’ll be sure to keep yahs informed and junk. Anyhoo...oh yes, I fink I found maiself a keeper...not sure though. Former drug addicts can be trouble, although it was only pot. Meh...mother dearest isn’t exactly happy at the moment, and I might get mai ass unplugged, so I’m going to wrap this up. Good news.! I think I might get Beloved Angels published in a magazine.! wo0t.! Nothing overly-huge, but it’s something. I want to make my own magazine...the fantasy door that swings the other way is what I’m going to call it...do you realize there’s basically no market for homosexual fantasy writing out there.? Anne Rice is getting huge amounts of cash for her gay vampires...why can’t I get my lesbian angels published.? Doesn’t make any sense. Shite...yelling. Have to jet. Griff, if you’re reading this, I’m calling tonight...or tomorrow...