This song has deep meaning to me... it doesn't exactly echo my thoughts, but some of it does, and I have had it stuck in my head all fucking day.  I have modified the lyrics somewhat (the original English translation is a little grammar-impaired).

"The Hanged Man" (Moonspell)

Put your arms around my neck
just like a pathetic lace of death
displays ( Read more... )

I wish I could eat.  Too busy, it's 3:30 and I am just now on lunch.  No cash, even though i got paid today.  Sweet Irony.

I am so beat that I cannot even write coherently.

Still, I am looking forward to the bbq tomorrow.  I am gonna see if i can cut out of work early.

Well, lunch is now over, and I still have some deliveries to take care of.  ( Read more... )

Update: See Kelly's journal, I'm lazy.

It pretty much happened like she said (well, some details will be kept secret...).

Sitting here at Kinko's, on my day off. Funny how life is sometimes.

Going to ride off into the sunset about now.

Sending KElly a kiss.

I don't know what the other two think, but I was very satisfied with last night... here's why:

1. Despite the fact that the sound system was sub-par, the soundman did wonders with it.

2. We got paid!!! I got a free drink!!!

3. People came.

4. Kelly's brother came.

5. Other shit happened, more details later.

Gotta work. Laters.

Funny how time works ( Read more... )

Mc Donalds = bad ( Read more... )

Last night (or this morning, they kind of bleed together) was a strange night.  Half of it was spent in a semi-lucid state, almost like being drunk (?), sans lack of coordination.  It was interesting, things that happened, thoughts that were expressed.  I don't feel like revealing any more at this point in time, but it's nothing bad.

A first this ( Read more... )

1. What is the middle name of the first person you ever slept with? Mae ( Read more... )

Parfois, quand je pense à la tige carrée d'entraînement, mon pénis devient droit, et alors je dois le frotter jusqu'à ce que je devienne soulagé.