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[Oct. 9th, 2006|11:55 pm] |
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The people I love live far, far away. What's far ? I dont know. If I can drive there in a few hours, is that far ? What if it's a few days ? Maybe the distance is meaningless if I really care that much. Maybe thats just half of the equation. Maybe i'm drunk. Yeah, definately drunk. I wanna go get some Chinese food. Theres no Chinese restaurant open. Life isnt reallt that hard, I blame myself. Join me. |
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| Let me sleep |
[Sep. 29th, 2006|07:06 am] |
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Put me out of my misery. |
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| bored |
[Sep. 28th, 2006|01:34 pm] |
Im in a dreading going to work tomorrow mood. No matter what I do today, it sucks because I have to work tomorrow. There are other bad feelings I have about tomorrow that do not involve work. They involve my self induced psychotic neurosis. I am one fucked up, sad human being, that is alot crazier than I usually let on. There are few who get close enough to discover for themselves, just how nuts I am.
If it makes you feel better it's probably the crazy part that you like best about me. |
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| fuck |
[Sep. 20th, 2006|06:06 pm] |
I drank, WAY too much last night.
Seriously.
I remember sitting on the porch with a giant mug of booze, playing the fucking banjo. If thats not punk rock, I dont know what is.
I finally crawled to bed at around 5am. I remember waking up to pee, and there was a girl sleeping in my bathroom. If you could see my bathroom, it would make more sense...its connected to my bedroom, and is like a room in itself.
Anyway I was pissed someone was in there, so I had to go downstairs. I remember kicking her as I walked away, and her asking me why I kicked her. All I could muster in my angry sleepy haze was, "because I can".
Im gonna go to El Vaquero now. You're jealous. |
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| Talk like a pirate |
[Sep. 19th, 2006|12:43 pm] |
Preface : About 19 days ago we moved into this house. The first order of business ? Hanging a giant pirate flag in the front of the house. It has hung proudly ever since...making this the most appropriate venue we know of.
Today is national talk like a pirate day. At least so I am told by my roomates. In honor of this we will be drinking unhealthy amounts of booze, here at the Apple Dumpling compund.
You are probably thinking, "how is that different than any other night" ?
The difference is, we usually drink vodka. Tonight we drink rum. Like pirates. |
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| I'm sick |
[Sep. 15th, 2006|09:12 pm] |
I have to work all weekend, and it pisses me off.
That is all. |
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| meh. |
[Sep. 13th, 2006|02:47 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  discontent | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Islands - Don't Call Me Whitney, Bobby | ] |
I need to go get a haircut. It seems that I may be to lazy to leave the house however.
After fighting for several hours I was able to get Itunes 7 to finally work right. As stupid as it is, this completely ruined my day yesterday. I went to Studio 35 and got drunk while watching "A scanner Darkly" and "Beerfest". Neither films were very good. Then I came home and drank on the porch with friends until 5am. Drinking on the porch is my new hobby.
Check out this band from Sweeden, "Melody Club". They are the worlds greatest pop band. Maybe.
I have 5 days off this week, and i'm officially bored. |
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| moving is fun |
[Sep. 11th, 2006|05:31 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  calm | ] |
Ive been moving for the last 10 days or so. When I saw moving I mean, all my stuff is in boxes and occasionally I'll so some stuff, but mostly just sit around. I have been buying a bunch of shit for the house, all domesticated and whatnot. I think I just like doing it because it occupies my mind. It's a nice distraction from the stuff I normally obsess over.
We had some people over sat, which was fun except I was passed out by 1:30am. We are going to have a big shindig for Halloween. Mark it in your calender. |
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| This journal is truly live. |
[Aug. 23rd, 2006|01:44 am] |
| [ | music |
| | mix tape madness | ] |
Entry the first. I'm tired.
Making a sweet ass mix cd. One thing in life I have figured out.
The art of a good mix cd.
Words and guitar. Minus guitar.
her lack of loyalty swallowed me whole
sometimes she got me high
hardly noticed the tears in her eyes
I miss her less and less everyday
whisky helps to wash her away
its clear to see your nothing special
so what does that make me
less than you or less then nothing |
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