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[Apr. 11th, 2004|12:51 am] |
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Customizing this sucks... anyone give me a clue on how to add a counter (I know you can, c'mon, hand it over). |
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[Apr. 10th, 2004|09:17 pm] |
mmm... you all suck.
"I'm thinking about you now, but I can hardly remember your face."
-Forgot the quotes on this one, but i don't have a source either.
"He who stands on his tiptoes does not stand firm."
Lao-Tzu
Yea, no shit, you're stupid.
mmm... too fat to go get a soda. Well, i'll be back in a bit, i guess i'll go get a soda now. I just lost some weight in the time it took me to type this. I must have a fast metabolism. That must make me pretty damn cool. I love me. And all of you too, believe it or not.
mmmmmmm-bye |
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[Apr. 10th, 2004|04:19 pm] |
good for boredom, sitting here and typing in things, than quickly scratching (backspacing) them out. but seriously... let's jam with, one of the greatest of days, THURSDAY.
Thursday: Named after me, just like every other great day, thursday was full of everything but tea, despite the name (Victorian High Tea). Why? Because no one wants tea. I DON'T WANT YOUR TEA. Of course, I didn't dress, because that would just break my endless streak of impeccable (look it up) fashion sense. But seriously, do you guys think I have extra suits lying around. Oh yea, here's one in my back pocket. Yea. Well, I played my piece, and it was damn sexy, even though it stumbled around like a one-legged hobo who just got shot in his other leg by another hobo who was fighting with him over a sandwich. Than, it was friday (boring). Now i'm here, wondering how the hell I got this cool (don't hold back in your comments, I understand how important it is to express yourself... bwahhah). But seriously, nothing has gone wrong for a while(ten minutes or more), which can't be a good sign. It only means I'm doomed for the future. Or maybe not. Things are looking up... but why would that be good. I mean... if you look up, things can fall on you, or small people can steal things from you. If this post isn't "personal," or "in-depth" enough for you, you know my number (or even where I live... *shudder*)
Song lyrics for the day: Bright Lights
But some things in this world
Man, they don’t make sense
Some things you don’t leave until they leave you
And then the things that you miss, you say
Baby, baby, baby when all your love is gone
Who will save me from all I’m up against out in this world
And maybe, maybe, maybe
You’ll find something that’s enough to keep you
But if the bright lights don’t receive you
You should turn yourself around and come on home
That's all for now |
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[Apr. 9th, 2004|12:54 pm] |
"Love is easy when you realize everyone wants it just as much as you do.
Love is hard when you realize not everyone wants you as much as you do them." |
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[Apr. 7th, 2004|09:04 pm] |
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so i was talking, and they were like "you can't do that man!" but no, i just did it, and when they were screaming "no man! that's impossible!" i just said "watch me." and they did. |
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| let's open a fundraising club... and we'll go on a fundraising trip |
[Apr. 7th, 2004|08:15 pm] |
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csf is so damn stupid. NO ONE WANTS TO GO TO MAMA MIA. SHOCKER. what a waste, if i wanted to listen an abba music play, i would build a time machine back to the 70's or whatever crappy era her music was played. all we want is for you(CSF) to give us(bums) money. C'mon, you can do it. |
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| yea... that's what happens with piles of filth, look out, the world can't take two of em |
[Apr. 6th, 2004|10:20 pm] |
Rave On Epyon: i hope the janitors clean it up tho
Great Dillini77: hmm
Great Dillini77: well
Great Dillini77: maybe
Rave On Epyon: they wont..
Great Dillini77: lol
Rave On Epyon: jerkoffs...
Great Dillini77: they'll just let it fester into a giant pile of evil
Rave On Epyon: then itll grow arms and eyes
Rave On Epyon: and go kill people
Great Dillini77: and we will call it...
Great Dillini77: Dylan |
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[Apr. 6th, 2004|09:32 pm] |
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i guess updating these liveyjournays are for people with something cool to say. when i find something, i'll call you guys up and tell you to check out the posts. In the meantime, enjoy a lot of nothing. seriously. if you go here in the first place. |
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[Mar. 24th, 2004|08:26 pm] |
eeeeeeeeeevvvvvvvvvverything's happy underground.
(except little worms, they got it rough.) |
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[Mar. 21st, 2004|10:10 pm] |
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didn't do much today. when do i ever do much? just looked at goya paintings a bit, threw darts at a dartboard (why are they circular), and thought about what life would be like with less people in the world. honestly. do we really need 6 billion people? Seems a bit much. |
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