I was like, good gracious, ass is bodacious. I'm flirtacious, tryin' to show patience. Nelly is a lyrical genius, no? I like it when you eh, eh, Girl, Baby make it eh, eh, oh ( Read more... )

I am going to die on Monday, November 14, 2033. Thats kind of sad. I was hoping to live until at least 2794. I don't want to miss the great robot wars. Oh well, I guess I will just have to sit back and wait for cryogenics.

toodles!

Supplies are officialy here. The portrait process begins promptly at 12:30pm tomorrow. I am soooo happy to have something to do, now that leaving my house means treking through almost half a foot of snow. I will be in the comfort of my disheveled room all day tomorrow if anyone wants to drop me a line. Portraits are awesome ( Read more... )

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Geez...

I need some serious advice on finding a nice girl.

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Affliction, agony and anguish: My anathema maranatha

( Any thoughts? )

I feel the need to update this journal, but am seriously concerned that mine is the only monitor shining the light of this page into the eyes of the only person who will read this thing. Whatever... I just ordered some supplies to do my next cutout portrait. I am pumped. Rock and Roll!

Merrick

I am quite positive, or at least I have gathered from my well honed social skills, that everybody I have come to know in my life hates me. They all hate me. I am not sure whether this is an active hatred or just some halfassed ignorance driven hatred, but they hate me all right. I can't get any returned phone calls, e-mails, comments on AC, ( Read more... )

i guess...

Fuck, did I do a number on my knee yesterday... I slipped, fell, on some ice. I fell gracelessly to the ground, I lost my cigarette, it almost put my eye out... those things will kill me someday... I got up, covered in a powdered snow, and started limping away. My knee hurt, not enough to turn back, but enough to feel it ( Read more... )