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2005 18 May :: .00pm
:: Mood: annoyed
:: Music: Bound - By Disturbed
Hey everybody!
Haha, 8 more days till my birthday. I don't have any plans but I'm shure I will think of something. I am so fucking sleepy right now it's not funny. I got like a whole hour of sleep because some people in the room made noise all fucking night. The really bad thing is that not only can I hear in the dark but I can see too. So haha, like a fly on the wall I am scard for life. Dam trevor and his being sick and coughing all dam night. If he wasn't busey I would have smothered him with a pillow just to get some peace and quit. I'm just jokeing, Or am I? Haha!
Drinking is bad. And now you know.
Peace
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2005 29 March :: .00pm
:: Mood: scared
:: Music: None
Hero
Everybody needs a hero. To some it is a person from a comic book, or a cartoon, or a movie. To me, my hero is my Pa. He has always been there for me and I have learned many things from him, he has always done everything in his power to help me no matter what. My only complaint is the fact that he does not take care of himself. Everyone in my family (even him) knows that he will not live another ten years, he is only 50. Like everyone else in my family I try not to dwell on how little time I have with him, but make the best of the time we have together. Sometime I can't help it. When he says stuff like "I'll be dead by the time that needs to be fixed again" all the thoughts of him not being there fill my head, and I get all pent up inside. I get mad and sad all at the same time, I meen I'm pissed at him for the fact that he wont take care of himself and sad when I think of him not being there. My Pa is greatest man I know, there is not a mean bone in his body. I have always known that I was a lucky person for having such a great dad. I know alot of people with deadbeat dads or asshole fathers, and feel for them on somany levels but sometimes they piss me off. Well not them exactly, but the fact that these people sit there and say that they wish their dad would die. What makes me mad is the fact that most of these deadbeats will live well into their 80's or 90's, but good hard working men like my father wont ever see their 60's. It's not fare.
Now for those of you that don't know me that well let me tell you about my Pa. He is a fifty year old biker/hippy that loves to live. He will do what ever he dam well pleases to have fun. He is a big guy with great sence of humor and big heart. He doesn't say it much but everyone knows he loves his family, all of them no matter how rotten they are (that would be my lowlife brother). He loves to ride his bike and he has a very bad drinking problem. Wich is a big part of his life but it does not define him. Unlike most people when he is a funny playfull drunk not a meen hurtfull drunk. He is very laidback but very responsable too. He is my Hero. All I have ever wanted is to be like him and never disapiont him, but I can't do both because he doesn't want me to turn out like him. He think that his life was not all he wanted it be, He always wanted me to be a big shot so I didn't hve to work like a dog everyday just to get by. He wanted me to have all the fun he missed out on. All I wanted to do was be like him, start family be a great father and be happy just like him. I don't need alot of money or fancy things or all the other crap he thought he wanted, I just want my daddy and I want my children to have a daddy like him. Those are some big shoes to fill. I just hope that when I do have children They will at least get a chance know him before he is gone.
I'm sorry if some of this is hard to read, it's not easy to type with tears in your eyes.
Peace to all.
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2005 24 March :: .00pm
:: Mood: lonely
:: Music: AC/DC - Mistress For Crhistmas
Why?
If I can love myself, why can't anyone else?
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2005 24 March :: .00pm
:: Mood: lonely
:: Music: Meatloaf - I Would Do Anything For Love
I passed the TEST! I think.
I took the Cupid test and this I what it said. I think its way to good. Creepy.
The Boy Next Door
Random, Gentle, Love, Dreamer, (RGLDm)
Kind, yearning, playful, you are The Boy Next Door. You're looking for real Love, a lot like girls do. It might not be manly, but it's sweet.
We think the next three years will be very exciting and fruitful ones for you. Your spontaneous, creative side makes you a charming date, and we think you have a horny side just waiting to shine. Or glisten, rather. You enter new relationships unusually hopeful, and the first moments are especially glorious. If you've had some things not work out before, so what.
Your exact opposite:
The 5-Night Stand
Deliberate Brutal Sex Master
On paper, most girls would name the Boy Next Door as their ideal mate. In the real world, however, you're often passed over for more dangerous or masculine men. You're the typical "nice guy:" without just a touch of cockiness, you're doomed with girls. A shoulder to cry on? Okay, sure. But never a penis to hold.
More than any other type, Boys Next Door evolve as they get older. As we said, many find true love, but some fail miserably in the search. These tarnished few grow up to be The Men Next Door, who are creepy as hell, offering backrubs to kids and what not.
ALWAYS AVOID: The Nymph
CONSIDER: The Maid of Honor, The Peach
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2005 23 March :: .00pm
:: Mood: amused
:: Music: None
Hell yeah! I'm more of a slut than Trev and Kev.
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2005 22 March :: .00pm
:: Mood: amused
:: Music: Songs of the Islands
Sea Shells
Hay everybody!
So far today has been good. My Doc called me this morning and told me some good news. My brain aint bad, it's just missfireing. Like a spark plug. Something about sparks and bad receptors. He told me it was from my car crash a few years ago. I got some pills and I hope they work. If they don't work I will need an OP and that would suck. But for now I'm fine. (HAPPY PILLS!)
In other news things are good. All my stuff I orderd online has been comeing, it's like X-Mass every day. I got my new Hachetman Jersey, my movie came in, and I got my new sexy boxers. All I need now is my tickets for the gathering and my vinal window stickers.
Well thats about all I gots to sat, so PEACE OUT!
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2005 21 March :: .00pm
:: Mood: annoyed
:: Music: None
Fucked Up Weekend
Alright it's late and I just found out some fucked up shit. My 2nd bestfriend who is like a brother to me did some really stupid shit this weekend. After spending the last month or so trying to hook up with this girl he met online, saying all this shit about being in love with her and wanting to be with her, he goes and sleeps with his exgirlfriend who was drunk and upset. Then went to another one of our friends houses and broke there dam door trying to get to the girl he has been trying to hook up with. He has done some dum shit but this is a new low for him. I know he doesn't meen do this stuff but dam its getting old. I love him like a brother so I'm always at his side no matter what but I have to there other people too. In this case all the drama is between a bunch of my friends and its hard to bee there for everyone.
I know he is going to read this and I know he will get mad I wrote it but I want him to know that I'm here if he needs someone to talk too.
In other news I'm getting a motorcycle. This summer is going to rock!
Peace
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2005 17 March :: 7.27pm
:: Music: Klaus Nomi
A poem
Part of sea is dizzy
i stomped the leaf
for bikes on bones
hold on to the phooones
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2005 17 March :: 7.00pm
:: Mood: lonely
:: Music: Muted
BYE.
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2005 16 March :: 7.00pm
:: Mood: lonely
:: Music: Jumpsteady - IF
Another day, another....., God Dam Day!
Not much to say, and no time to say it. Had to wait for five & a half hours to use my computer today. Nothing new. Called the Doc to day and I have to go see him next week. Well not him but I know I'll see one of his many nurses. Dudes never there.
I am so fucking bord! Work all day just come home and sit by myself. Well kev was here (on the computer), but I was deff' alone. It sucks.
I thought about drinking but I think I need to cut back a bit in that depo. La de da.... bord... bord bord bord bord bord.... BORD! I think I'll go into salitary confinement and just hide out for a week or so. Talk to nobody and sleep all day. That sounds fun, ........ NOT!
Life sucks!
Have a nice day.
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2005 13 March :: 7.00pm
:: Mood: lonely
:: Music: ICP - Fuck The World
Why?
Hay y'all, whats up? This is my first entry so please bare with me. All my friends post their shit here so I thought I would give it a try. I'm not much for airing out my dirty laundry but what the fuck, why not? I ain't got anyone else to talk too. Please forgive my spelling and grammer, my brain does not work right. I don'y even know were to start.
Have you ever been around a 100 people and still felt all alone. I have, all weekend. I spent the weekend with some of my best friends. We went to Detriot for a show my friend Kev was in. It was really fun but the car ride sucked. My fucking legs were killing me when I got back. I went with my friends Kev, jenny, and jess. I met so many people at the show, it was cool. This one guy really pissed me off though. He was some punk with tall ass spikes on his head, my friends jenny & jess thought he was hot ( I wouldn't know ) and he seemed cool at first. Jenny kept trying to get a pic of him on her camera and got into a jello slinging fight with him and his friends (wich were mostly female). She seemed to think he was cool, but I thought differently. I was sitting in the smoke room all by myself for like 15 min and jenn had just left and he started talking to his bitch friends about here. Saying shit about how short she is (now I crack jokes about her hight all the time but its all out of love and I think she knows that) and about how she looked and shit. So I told him to shut the fuck up and he made a crack about me being too fat be with her so I told him that she was my best friends girl and my friend so if he said one more word I crack his jaw over the god dam bar or ice cream counter, what ever the fuck that was. He just smiled and left, I was going to tell jenny but I thought it might just bring her down so I told her he was a dick and she yelled at me so I just shut up. She can think what ever she wants but he was a dick. Other than that one guy the hole night rocked ass. It was one of the coolest indy shows I have ever been too. What sucked was driving home in the worst dam snow storm ever, I thought I was driving in a corn field for a second because there was no light and I couldn't see any markers. We made it home but dam was I scared. I couldn't show it though because I think if I had, Jenn & Jess would have flipped out or some thing. As long as they thought I knew what I was doing It would be just fine.
In other news I haven't realy talked to my friends like I used too, as of late. When ever I talk to anyone it is always about them and thier problems because I'm more of listener than a talker. But Some thing has been bothering me for a couple of weeks and I need to get it off my chest. I think there is something wrong with me. For about the last three weeks I have been getting these really bad dizzy spells and shit, just out of nowere. I haven't told any one but I'm starting to get scared because they are getting worse. I'll just be standing somewere and my vison will get all fucked up and I can't tell my hand from the asshole next to me. It only lasts for a min or so but it fucks me up. I get all dizzy and sick in my gut and my brain hurts. Fuck it! It will go away, or I'll die one way or another it will stop. Oh well.
Well thats all I have to say today It's like three in the morning and shit so I think I'll go But y'all be cool and remember that you should do one really good thing every day. Put out your hand and help someone, hay who knows some day you may need help and it's easier to get some if you have given some. If everyone helps one person every day than the world will be full of love, life is to short to spend it hateing and debateing. So next time you see a friend frown or look all pissed give 'em a hug, if they ask why just say because and hug 'em again. Ones life may not be long, but with love & friendship it can be good.
Please leave this site knowing you have my love, weather I know you or not.
Peace!
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2004 19 September :: 6.57pm
I washed two maples in Naples;{
FrooOooOm
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2004 27 June :: 6.44pm
:: Mood: lEgItimaat buisness..
I'm going for the spoon on the wagon handleǿ
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2004 4 May :: 8.18pm
My whooOOle plate took threeEE spinnings*
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2004 10 April :: 12.11pm
:: Mood: framplieshey
I'm forward! I found the curse of the violet sneeze from a pair of pants on the loon§
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2004 7 February :: 1.28pm
I ate fiveteen funnels of magnetcorn\
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2004 1 January :: 9.13pm
I'm a canned lie-]
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2003 21 December :: 6.30pm
I ate the barnicles off the sudsy sand" In !!!!!!Forkida!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!;
For the broom, anglemort.
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2003 8 December :: 6.45pm
Hop grape hop;
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2003 28 November :: 1.06pm
But my, plant looked for pork rinds on a freedom pole\\.hook
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