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| munkysaurus (profile) wrote, on 3-3-2005 at 2:42am | |
| Subject: Yama's, Llamas, could somebody oil the macaroni gears in my noodle?... |
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| Holy Fuck, Mr. J! Is that you. You decomposed, digitally bearded, open shirt bastard. Let me pull the thumb out my ass and tell you a taley waley. It's starts on...whoa, somewhere in July. C'est possible? click, pop, rewind. I'd just broken up with Jess, and gotten thrown on my ass. Fucking great. >>Restart<< Now I'm living in Cedar. Things are fucked up as always. Always will be. A bunch of big fucking delusional circles. Nothing ever good. Right? Got another job at the same franchise. Different owner, different policy, different people. I'd forgotten what it's like to live in a majorly white community. Pssh. j/k. Eh, let's see. I was a wreck. I had these big purple circles around my eyes. It was terrible. Fast forward>>Ms. K. A few days after being thrown out. I had the reassuring visitation of an old friend and spark. And though we only spent, like, a day together. I thought things were going quite well. But, difficulties will be difficulties and I'm an asshole. Thus, not only was I in shitty shape. The 'ol stars orbited my head. Because I'm an asshole. Fast forward>> I was thrown out by mom. It was all about stupid shit. Really fucked me up again. Blah. blah. Spent the night on US 131. A rest stop between the rockford and cedar exits. I stayed up the whole night writing stories and shit. It sucked. Fast forward>> Nothing much happens. I spend about three hundred dollars a month replacing parts on my Oldsmobile P.O.S.. It's kinda funny. Old people have left, new people have come. Ms. K's seeing Mr. R. I don't know how to feel about that. Everyone's so mixed about my collection of friends. Scenario time...not today. Heh. Fast forward>> Ms. M, Ms. C, and Ms.T, and all been very patient with my ass. Thank ya' ma' bitches! I'm the "dude". And I've been skimping out on my "dude" duties. Which is sad, because these are the people that someday, and even right now, I'll be jealous of. Sigh. Twenty years...still no GED. Just an explicit case of madness. It's quite splendid. mwah ha ha ha! Any who, Mr. J. The night is old, the day is gone, pull those covers over your silicon body, and don't forget to wear underpants. Yak!, Dustin |
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rocketboxer | 03-02-05 10:58am dear sir, long time no see.
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spud | 03-03-05 11:31pm aww, dustin. i love you.
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munkysaurus | Re: Meh?, 03-10-05 3:05am Yo', my delicious victims...mwah ha ha |
charlessumnerthatsickfuck | 04-13-05 12:54am i love u~!
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