So Robocop, I realize, is one of my favorite movie scores for it's hearty doses of triumph and it's effective marriage of electronic and traditional elements. The production is slick, and the drama is high ( Read more... )

Back, alive, better than ever, on the road to success. I should have known that I would have the good will to turn it around.

More to come...

After a few days of fun, it's a bummer crashing and realizing that the same problems are still waiting patiently. When the familiar, bleak circumstances welcome one back to his life alone, he remembers he will live and die alone.

*The sound of Sullie crashing*

Three pencils sharpened, a yellow legal pad filled with scribbles, me sitting dissatisfied with the "progress" I've made so far on the show. I definitely need to work on this thing during the daytime with some tea, instead of waiting until the later evening, when I now almost always become agonizingly depressed ( Read more... )

Me: I'm currently listening to Oingo Boingo and being fucked in the ass by how brilliant it is.
Josephine: hehe. somehow it's really funny to see the words 'oingo boingo' and 'fucked in the ass' in the same sentence.

COCKSUCK. SHIT ON MY FAT DICK. FLABBY FUCK STICK. POPE COCK. DICK SHIT BOX TADPOLE SPERMICIDAL NAZIS! 160 Pounds, said the scale just now. My skinny bitch jeans felt quite tight on my fat, fuckhole ass, so I went to weigh myself. 160 fat, fuckshit pounds. Goddamnit. I'm so disgusted with my fat babyface returning, my flabby cocksucker ( Read more... )

How ironic that tonight after I mentioned having bad karma, I a had date beyond imagination. I had met a girl at karoke who I thought was somewhat attractive, but she seemed timid, and I knew she was incompatible with me. I just wanted to fuck her and move on to other things for a couple of months. Or at least get a blowjob. I was assuming that ( Read more... )

Just a few moments ago, as I was using consumer friendly acids to burn off my pubic and inner thigh hairs, I thought it might be high time to write a new livejournal post. Today, I knew better than to use soap for the rinsing of Nair off of my area. Last time, I caused some sort of chemical reaction that irritated the shit out of my skin and ( Read more... )

So yesterday, the car was towed to a shithole place I warned my dad about. I told him how Wade told me that they had asked some insane amount for the repair of a broken headlight. My dad was like, "they're honest people." Then, they told him that the replacement of clutch would be $1100. A second place told him that they could do the job for $ ( Read more... )

Day 7 without smokes. I realized that my appetite for cigarettes was never satisfied. I couldn't do it in moderation. I would always want more until I was dead, so I decided it'd be better craving it while not wreaking havoc on my body and voice, for the time being. All I did was look at ingredients in cigarettes on the Internet and remind ( Read more... )