below is a copy of a post I put up on the website of 100'5 MAXfm. I'm copying it here so that it won't dissapear forever if they decide to take it down, especially since this is the only real criticism that seems to have made it onto their board ( Read more... )

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so, for weeks, i've been looking for my little pouch with nail clippers and tweezers and stuff. no luck. today, i found it. it's been sitting on my desk, just under the edge of my monitor, and i've been staring right at it all this time, and just never recognized it. even now, i had to look at it for a good five minutes without blinking before i ( Read more... )

it's almost 5:30 (in the PeeMee, yo! shizzle)
i just woke up.
i feel fantastic!

shamandown's Halloween party:

blue_faerie dressed as Karl Rove.

captain_karlsen dressed as a shear organ.

fabulouschristi dressed as a pirate.

hughere dressed as Milla Jovovich.

ilcorvo dressed as a disturbing self-made character called "Zippy Gizzardhonker".

jilu dressed as a new superhero: Ruby Mime.

kikai_noraneko dressed as the Governor of Vermont.

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if i take large pleasure out of farting in a cat's face, does thatmake me a degenerate?

so i'm approaching a turning point. i guess i'm scared, cuz i don't know which way i'm turning. maybe that's what's got me all fucked up. gadjiating hi skoo was no prob; the next step was set up; 4 years safe and sound in collij ( Read more... )

in Dan Simmons' Hyperion novels, everyone owned a little device called a comlog (usually worn as a bracelet). the comlog was your ID. It was used to pay for things (like a debit card). it recorded what happened around it. it was a person's anytime access to the internet. it provided communication with other people with comlogs, with sound and video ( Read more... )

funk.

this is not a celebration of the plague that makes your booty move.

this is a declaration of the state that i'm in.

one big funk.

and all i wanna do is waste away. c'mon lad, get some fire under yer ass. ye've got shite to do!
go take a shower, then make a list. organize the brain. and clean the fucking room ye slob!

fuck me freddy... i don't know how to research!

this is going to be shome shit.