He keeps me in this box. It's pitch black in here. I can't see two inches in front of my face. I can't move anything but my mouth and head. I'm trapped. He keeps me in here all night and all day with nothing to do. I've tried endless amounts of times to conjure methods of escape. Sadly, attempting it is futile. All I can do is think. I ( Read more... )

Advertising is constantly growing and evolving into new outlets. It's kind of like air or water in the way that it goes ANYWHERE it can. I wouldn't be surprised if we become so accustomed to it that we'll need it to survive just much as air or water. Anywhosits, the internet has provided companies with insane new ways of advertising. With pop-ups ( Read more... )

As many of you probably know, the internet is a fantastic work deterrent. One of the best ways to avoid work is to screw around online for hours upon hours upon hours. For the most part, absolutely nothing comes from such "cybernetic outings", however, here are some results of spending too much time on the internet ( Read more... )

I'm back from Paris, assholes. Check dippedinskin's (stupid Evan ugly butt of a jerk) lameo liverjournal for some sweet pix and hot lixx.

I'm in Paris bitches.

This here update is a double package. Two-for-the-price-of-$2.  It contains two pictures and accompanying haikus.  I guess that's like a quadruple package.


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No more pretending to be emo, folks, or probably more accurate, folk.
From here on out this here webamapage is gon' be dedicated to crap I do when I'm bored at work.
So saddle up for a cozy ride along the coast.


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I haven't posted in a while. The reason for this is becuase for the past month and a half I've been in a vegetative state in order to fully understand what Terri's been going through. Now that she's dead I've finally resurfaced with a new perspective on life. Being a vegetable isn't any more depressing than living life normally. It's the same ( Read more... )

Once again a Valentines filled with empty blackness and black emptiness. My heart seethes with lonesome anxiety. My mom gave me a box of chocolates. My mom is also made of chocolate, here is a picture of her with her new boyfriend Fernando celebrating this painful holiday:


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