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| calm americans |
[28 Feb 2006|04:26pm] |
it's gonna be hilarious when those people that are living an image find that the image has faded/is fading and that this image was really never anything in the first place. just a temporary.
i mean, i'm laughing, already.
but i'm sadistic.
i tend to find comfort in others' strife.
well, others' being the aforementioned people.
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| freak out! |
[26 Feb 2006|08:52pm] |
the subconscious is amazing.
this sounds so matrix-esque, but...
have you ever had a dream feel so real that when you woke up, you weren't quite sure if it actually happened?
everything seems so detail-oriented.
all your senses seem to be functioning.
you can smell, hear, feel EVERYTHING.
i suppose that the brain has a memory of certain feelings, etc, and while you sleep, your subconsious can regenerate the same feeling. it really is so strange.
so, i'm staring up my drawing again.
it's about time.
i spent 8 hours ande 51 minutes at work today.
magoo!
it's killin' me.
but i'm makin' a killin'.
i believe i am due for a trip to athens in the very near future.
i am missing something.
out. like a light.
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| what happens when you lose everything? |
[18 Feb 2006|09:11am] |
my lil' tot is coming to see me.
along with 2 of her wee lil' friends.
and by "wee lil'," they're 16.
which is now "wee lil'" to me.
i've only felt as if i am getting old a few times.
one being last week when i was with my neice on her hunt for a prom dress.
oy.
it's saturday.
i'm at work.
not working, obviously.
nothing beats $18/hr overtime, though.
...and then i work at MPCo at 5.
swell.
my lil' tot sister is 15.
she's a blonde version of me.
'cept she's got bigger boobies.
and longer legs.
and wears a size 00.
and has a bit of a south georgia accent.
but only when she's around her little friends.
she thinks i'm cool when i'm not around.
and a huge loser when i am around.
she mooches off me.
steals make-up from me.
carries real louis vuitton purses.
coach, too.
so, when i said, "...version of me..."
i meant "...complete opposite..."
but i wouldn't change her for the world.
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[26 Jan 2006|08:32am] |
i suppose there's no use complaining about life anymore.
because even if it's simple, you still won't get out alive.
there are some things money can't buy.
although i'm still trying to figure out what that is.
You never know just how you look through other people's eyes.
no point in regrets.
people live their lives for those movie moments.
this is the worst idea.
then everything else that should matter seems bland.
but.
if a song played every time you kissed someone,
what song would it be?
would you have one song for every kiss?
would you have a specific song for a specific kind of kiss?
i'm still unsure what mine would be.
right now i'm leaning towards multiple songs.
with one of them being "how soon is now?" by the smiths.
i am human, and i need to be loved.
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| i can make you satisfied in everything you do |
[23 Jan 2006|10:40pm] |
fuck you.
i'm in love.
i had my first day serving @ marietta pizza company today.
it's been a while since i had the pleasure of realizing what a pain in the ass hungry people can be.
but nonetheless i enjoyed myself thoroughly and will be back for more.
all i have to do now is find time to spend the money i'll be making.
i would like to just point out how fucking amazing my roommates are.
if i could change one thing, it would be that we would all be here together more often.
elliot smith is amazing.
the end.
it has been decided that mic and i are moving to switzerland.
the only thing i will say about this situation is that you too should take it upon yourself to learn more about the world/country around you.
you have the option for greater knowledge.
use it.
it's amazing how one, small thing can restore your faith in so much.
i love you, max-a-million.
thank you for your faith in me.
you are my lifeline.
he's dreaming of me.
pee es:
britt-licious,
movebacktokennesawbeforeikickyourassfromstockbridgetomariettaimissyouthisisrigoddamndiculousyoumissmetoo.
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[20 Jan 2006|08:18am] |
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i have a love/hate relationship with fridays at work.
every morning in the kitchen/breakroom sits some 3 dozen assorted doughnuts.
they're good for a 7am sugar pick-me-up, but i always feel like shit after eating one.
lucky for me, i have this most fabulous greek salad from everybody's compliments of papa burr. good for counterbalance.
listen to "stemmen fra tarnet" by burzum.
you just might be a better person.
as a matter of fact, it is my personal belief that everyone should listen to burzum and watch harmony korine movies on a regular basis.
there is my 2 cents for the day.
so, i have a second job.
that makes $12/hour at agl resources (a $2.6 billion corporation) and
serving wage plus tips at marietta pizza company.
big pimpin' spendin' cheese.
the number of shoes floating around my apartment is nothing short of insane.
don't even get me started on the dollar amount.
i think i've seen a new pair of dunks every day for the past month.
i guess it would be somewhat of a concern if justin and mic actually had to pay for them.
speaking of which, these 2 babes have managed to make themselves comfortably at home upon moving in.
no complaints.
minus the dishes.
and boy smell.
totally worth it though.
rent is hella cheaper, and i live with the most beautiful girl and the 2 biggest badasses on the planet. and one of them is the love of my life!
i got it made.
i get these weird periods of uncertainty.
honestly, i can't understand them.
there is more security in my life than there has ever been.
i suppose i just have a difficult time believing that things can go so right.
karen o, i beg to differ.
there is modern romance.
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[17 Jan 2006|01:29pm] |
i'm not sure what to think.
i just want to take a long nap.
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[29 Dec 2005|01:06pm] |
it's too bad me and my roommates are better than you and your roommates.
♥
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[13 Dec 2005|11:59am] |
man, they come out of the woodwork, don't they.
so, im broke for a few days.
don't ask me to do anything too spectacular.
instead, buy me a drink.
i'm kinda dying to go to south carolina for xmas.
xmas in albany is just too predictable.
i've been rock climbing more.
just wait. i'll be buff before you know it.
too bad half my friends are too puss to go.
cramps.
ouch.
if there is anything to like about growing up it's discovering those things that you always hated eating when you were little to be quite fantastic after all.
i've been enjoying oatmeal the past few weeks at work.
mashed potatoes used to make me gag. now it's my comfort food.
vegetables were the devil.
now, i kill for them.
i was naughty and ate taco bell for lunch.
but it's justified.
it was only the fiesta potatoes.
plus i had salmon and salad last night.
...aaaand i climbed.
i'm allowed.
sweet cherry pie-ie-ie.
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| like a lover's rock |
[12 Dec 2005|01:27am] |
operation: 90% of my friends suck ass and need to be shot is about to commence.
and by shot i mean completely ex'ed out of my life.
i'm tired of being bailed on, lied to, fucked with, stepped on, and used.
so fuck ya.
i have a new obsession.
and i'm going to sell the hell out of them.
i'm in love with a pair of boots.
and i'm gonna buy 'em.
and these boots were made for walkin'.
and that's just what they'll do.
and one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over some stupid pieces of shit that don't give a damn about me.
i've lost the bleeps.
i've lost the sweeps.
and i've lost the creeps.
pee es: so this is love.
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[06 Dec 2005|01:24pm] |
...normal legs, normal face, normal ass, but a perfectly round pot belly.
i had quite possibly the greatest bbq chicken quasadilla at el myr last night.
...and 2 tall glasses of merlot.
eat, drink, and be merry.
there was no avoiding the fall.
and i landed flat on my face.
it could be the best feeling.
work is work.
sometimes i have to fight to keep my eyes open in the mornings.
but i consider myself pampered.
so i'm sticking to it.
there's a pair of nike blazers waiting for me at wish.
too bad xmas is on the way.
and i would embark on a self-inflicted guilt trip if i bought them for myself.
phooey.
misosreepy.
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| have it my way. |
[29 Nov 2005|11:26am] |
i want an edward scissorhands kind of love.
it's not entirely impossible.
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[28 Nov 2005|04:41pm] |
whoa! wait, nigger, what are doing? stop looking in my cart.
chicken and chitlins are over there.
you must be lost.
these are vegetables.
nobody broke your heart.
you broke your own cause you can't finish what you start.
21st birthday has come and gone.
thank you to all who wished me a happy birthday.
time to spend some money.
it's all about the benjamins.
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| it could be... |
[15 Nov 2005|12:18pm] |
seems like there isn't much to say when everything is going right.
speechless.
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| what a mess |
[06 Nov 2005|09:37am] |
i killed 2 spiders last night.
one dangled from the ceiling of my car and landed on the passenger seat.
if i had wrecked, it would have totally been worth killing that bastard.
the second one was fucking huge.
practically the size of the palm of my hand.
for serious. im not lying.
it was a big, black creature up against a HUGE white wall.
then he was a smudge of green up against my huge white wall.
second biggest spider i have ever seen in my life.
i feel like a shit-ton of shit.
the weather is kinda shitty too.
rain sounds like falling quarters when it hits my skylight.
i wanna get out and do something, but what?
i'm empty.
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| always whining... |
[31 Oct 2005|05:37pm] |
there are few things i can complain about.
very few things.
winter is almost here.
cuddle weather.
mmm mmm mmmmm.
had the first day of my new job today.
everything is repetitive.
makes it super easy.
and the day goes by rightously fast.
mic and i went to drunken unicorn the other night.
saw this fuckin' pimp ass japanese band.
i mean, im for serious, this had to be the illest shit i've ever seen
from any live band.
period..
now i just have to remember their name.
fuck.
i had a small period of uncertainty with dat mic boi.
small one.
but all is well and back in action.
and i couldn't be happier.
fo sho.
what could be more liberating than running around your loft in your underwear with your best friend?
i couldn't tell ya.
happy fucking halloween.
shit gets oooold.
man, i guess it'd be pretty sweet if i had some speakers.
cause then i could listen to some music in my presently quiet loft.
ahem.
just in case you're reading, punkass.
just fuckin' wit chya.
...but seriously.
i could die.
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hey, jealousy.
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| lowred hab mercy. |
[22 Oct 2005|08:16pm] |
it's saturday night.
and my blankets are swallowing me.
someone come get me out.
before it's toooo late.
you gots my numba.
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