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| Thursday, July 8th, 2004 |
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 fuck it. bad idea. fuck off. dont even comment anymore. you know what? fuck this. im not even gonna write in here anymore. whats the point. so piss off and kiss my ass. i dont need your shit. |
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| Sunday, June 13th, 2004 |
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i havent written anything for a long long time... im sick, as usual, but its ok. shit happens... life carries on... always has, always will... i have a screaming headache. i really really really wanna fuck lindsay lohan. she's super hot. god damn. why cant i live next door to her?( dont look ) oh yeah, benzie is as the laker's piston's game tonight. lucky motherfucker. the bad kids get all the breaks. unfuckingfair.  |
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| Monday, May 24th, 2004 |
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this is the worst birthday ever. aside from being grounded, my mom decided to be the douche of all worlds and not get my liscence. which i figured id have today. i butchered a scene we were supposed to act for english... lets just say that the only legible lines were "all he does is piss and moan." you should have seen mr. bradley's face drop when he heard that. i laughed my ass off. doesnt help the grade though. to top it all off, i had a dentists appointment today. got into another fucking argument with my mom.. blah blah blah. every memorial day weekend, i go camping in crystal falls with the woodens. except this year i cant, cuz my mom is a fucking cuntrag. this year was supposed to be epic. but no, i have to stay home. fuck her. im not leaving my house for about a month. and fucked if im doing anything to clean it up. the moral of the story is, today blew big fucking donkey dick. and im going to fucking kill that horse if it looks at me cockeyed ever again. |
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| Thursday, May 20th, 2004 |
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problem here: i think i like janelle. no, not just "want to fuck her", i actually like her. my subconscious picks the most inopportune times to do anything, doesnt it? god damn you, brain, you better not be getting me in trouble. i find it kind of ironic that i was the one who told her that every guy would be hitting on her, when i liked her myself. so what in the hell is wrong with me? somehow i never manage to be able to direct these feelings at someone who would return them. and apparently, when i get the good luck to do so, im too ignorant to realize, and fuck it up before things even begin. i love being me. on another note, my left eye is all red and it hurts like a motherfucker. go away pain. |
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| Sunday, May 16th, 2004 |
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westwood won in the bio-athalon. i get 200 dollars. because im a big freaking genius with tooo many problems. but you can read about my problems in my livejournal, cant you? its all good.. sister's graduation party. you know, the usual. another party. up too late. going to bed. if i can. i need a cigarette... because im so damn cranky. |
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| Monday, May 3rd, 2004 |
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ill keep it concise, because nobody reads the shit in their friends list anyway. 1) i need to start writing more 2)life still blows. not as bad. but still blows. shitty=my normal 3)highest ive ever been on friday. saw shit. like the cheshire cat. fucker smiled at me. 4)i hate the people i live with 5) ive read a lot of hellboy comic books. cuz my aunt ordered a shitload of em (she's like a movie collector freak kinda). anyway, they're pretty good. i havent read comic books in fucking years. anyway, im off... maybe gonna draw a mural on my wall.... toodles. |
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| Monday, April 26th, 2004 |
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i will ignore how unusually good my weekend has been, because ive been stoned for the past five days. parties were ok. nothing special or anything. some shit got broken.. im fucking tired of people. i cant stand any of them. none. fucking lying peices of shit. im tired of being a third class fucking citizen. people pissing on me all the fucking time. fuck that. im adhering to the only rule that applies. look out for number one. and all you fucking pricks better look out for me too. im tired of all your shit. throwing shit at me when im trying to sleep in school cuz im fucking sick. fucking talking shit. showing up at my house to get hooked up with a fat deal for weed and getting pissed cuz you have to wait twenty minutes. fuck that. if you dont like it, fucking go somewhere else. i go out of my fucking way for you people, and you still treat me like shit. fuck, i havent even been repayed for you fuckers to get high at the party. what the fuck is this? even my fucking parents pull shit like this. im not getting fucking walked on anymore. fuck that. ill fucking knock your teeth out if you piss me off. im fucking tired of this. i dont care if i have to fucking take a baseball bat to the side of your face, or how big you are, or how much i have to stab you. i just dont care anymore. and one more thing. fuck derrick rice. that pussy little faggot bitch. fucking whining all the fucking time. go kill yourself if you're so damn depressed, you little fucking faggot. so damn smart, huh? that requires memory. fuck, you never should have started this shit in the first place, because im not gonna forget. and if i ever fucking see you, you'll be lucky to walk away. so come on, bitch. me and you. ill never fucking forget you, you little fucking faggot. |
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| Tuesday, April 20th, 2004 |
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this 420 blew. it was a shitty day all around i didnt want to go to school... could have stayed home... should have... got ditched... again... fucking sucks... its like i have no fucking friends at all. none that really give a shit anyway. but i guess ill let it slide on by. at least when i drive i wont be getting ditched every fucking day. i got a pack of marlb reds too... so thats cool... im gonna stay up till dawn, watch reservoir dogs, pulp fiction, and kill bill successively probably stand by me a few times too... god, i miss summer... i miss having friends... |
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| Sunday, April 18th, 2004 |
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all i have to say is i <3 quentin tarantino. and, like everyone said, its a thunderstorm. thunderstorms rock when you're wasted with your friends, listening to some wizard of the hood. god, i wish it was summer so i could do it all the time... i love the shake and strobe. my dog, however, doesnt, and acts like a little kid. its so cute. hahaha. i have a quentin tarantino film collection... the collectors edition Mr. Orange version of Reservoir Dogs, the Collectors Edition of Pulp Fiction, and i just got Kill Bill Vol. 1. im going to get Jackie Brown and Four Rooms, and ill need to see if i can get natural born killers. |
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| Thursday, April 15th, 2004 |
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I adopted a cute lil' stoner fetus from Pipeworks Fetusmart! Hooray fetus! i couldnt help but satyrize another cute little journal thing. i did it with "draggies" too.... i cant help it... its in my nature. besides, they werent representing the stoners on the original Fetusmart page. gotta love the Pipeworks Products |
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| Saturday, April 10th, 2004 |
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| Friday, April 9th, 2004 |
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im slowly decomposing.... i think i have a brain tumor. my nerves are all out of whack. i just keep hoping i die before the fucking pain gets too much worse. |
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| Thursday, April 1st, 2004 |
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i should write in here more often. but im so addicted to my snes emulator. i cant stop playing super mario world. sorry? |
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| Sunday, March 21st, 2004 |
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i know i havent written anything in either of my journals for a long time, but god dammit if i cant stop posting these things. this one made me laugh out loud (its from a sex-addict and sexual perversion message board) 
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| Tuesday, March 16th, 2004 |
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     and my personal favorite  (if you dont understand it, go fuck yourself. with a mop handle. in the ass. you fucking loser.) |
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| Monday, March 15th, 2004 |
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im starting to unwravel. something big is going to happen. im not sure what, but i know its big. things have been changing. there are noticable behavioral differences going on with me and everyone i know. animals have been acting strangely. odd weather patterns occuring. and im reading too much into the coming of spring. ill continue to shed friends and faces like the emporer sheds his wardrobe for something a little "lighter" and "breezier". good god, you people have no idea what im talking about, do you? |
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| Sunday, March 14th, 2004 |
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no, i dont think that way, because, as much as i try not to, i live in the real fucking world. im not caught up in a disillusioned fantasy. life is unfair. you get fucked. not everyone's your friend. i fucking hate you. thats all you really need to realize before you can actually do something with your pitiful worthless blank template of a life. your "love" is bullshit, and right now, he's fucking someone else. dont expect fucking sympathy because you acted as a fucking retard and became too fucking infatuated in a (gasp, im saying it) real fucking human being with flaws and a whole lot of shit wrong with them. you're not in love with anything like a fucking knight in white armor. you happen to be overly scarily obsessed with a sick perverted human being with the same impulse to rape, murder, and fuck anything that walks by. |
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| Saturday, March 13th, 2004 |
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Maybe I'll disappear Tracks will fade in the snow You won't find me here Ice is starting to form Ending what had begun I am locked in my head With what I've done I know you tried to rescue me Didn't let anyone get in Left with a trace of all that was And all that could have been Please Take this And run far away Far away from me I am Tainted The two of us We're never meant to be All these Pieces And promises and left behinds If only I could see In my Nothing You meant everything Everything to me Gone fading everything And all that could have been Please Take this And run far away Far as you can see I am Tainted And happiness and peace of mind We're never meant for me All these Pieces And promises and left behinds If only I could see In my Nothing You meant everything Everything to me - Nine Inch Nails - Still ...And All That Could Have Been |
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| Thursday, March 11th, 2004 |
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this is the beginning of Pipeworks Corp. anything of my work will be now copyrighted to pipeworks and anything i create will be a 100% Pure Pipeworks Product. such as my bongs and/or pipes to join my creative marijuana team, or show me some shit that you think is worthy of the Pipeworks name (e.g., cool home made pipes/bongs/gbs/vaporizers) leave a comment. i have the plans for a new bong right now as we speak. Come Join The Love |
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| Saturday, March 6th, 2004 |
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interesting fact: i wear my hat in the shower. interesting fact #2: my middle finger on my right hand is longer than the one on my left. interesting fact #3: when my hands get dirty, those stubby little fingers o mine make my hands look like my dad's. that is all. |
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aggravated.
confused.
okay.