DUDES. Since the internet cafe isn't here anymore, this stuff is a rare commodity nowadays (yes, I'm once again living in tent-life-land, Alaska, for another go... someone should mail me a Cars CD), and I weep for my lack of communication-ability. This entry was totally unplanned, therefore I have nothing to talk about. There goes my reputation. Um ( Read more... )

An open letter to the author(s) of the fictional work "Tales of a Punk Rock Nothing," which someone left at our house, allowing me the grand privilege of reading it.Dear Sir(s) or Madam(s ( Read more... )

It's raining!

And I have a bike!

And food cheeses!

And a book!

And a whole lot of real goddamned ugly shit on my hands!

2 internet days left!

Since Friday will be the last of my in-house internet access until the end of the summer, I'm going to use these final days to give my virtual fanclub of billions the gift of worms.
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Um. Wait. No. Those are going to my ex-roomates. To YOU, I give the gift of knowing about this website. Fkn++ awesome! I rate it a fifteen!

SIDE NOTE: After ( Read more... )

Hooray! Thanks! That music list is the best. I knew you'd all come through for relief of my atonal habits! It's so great that I can completely ignore the fact that my least favorite ultimate worst roomate just came home. [And if they happen to read this, I am just kidding.] Believe it or not, I haven't heard most of that music-- save for Joanna ( Read more... )

Wow. That was the weakest participation I have ever seen on this internet machine. I've sat in more enthusiastic high school history classes! Dude gets all of the superfluous golden brownie points for actually participating.

Anyway, I'm biding my time before shuffling off this mortal coil going back to Alaska, where the grass is green and the ( Read more... )

Recommend some music. Lots of music. Lists so long they could crash computers! Music of any kind, as long as you think it is worthy. Some fucking hardcore rocking awesome holocaust whirlwind meat grinding music. I am at a lack, and need to stop listening to The Cars. DUDE ( Read more... )

(post-date[?] by a day or three)

...... following one more Tour of Destruction in Montana Montany, the place that fascinates and keeps on fascinating like none other. I'm filthy and somewhere between a dead thing and a campfire, BUT my bourgeoisie hipster french press coffee mug would fool anyone into observing the contrary ( Read more... )

Oh, yes! Just because the computer-contrived world still does somehow exist in a noisy obsolete box north of the bed, east of the bookshelves, and west of the bad art garbage collection, I do wish my long-lost livejournal comrades the most stupidly ignorant of New Years, because everything else will most likely be positively wretched.

:D :D :D

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THIS SPACE FOR RENT

(until next entry.)