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[23 Oct 2002|10:36pm] |
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fuck lj, and fuck all you too! all you bastards who don't reply to my pointless posts, i'm speaking TO YOU OUT THERE, BITCHES...
school is qa-weer and so is work, and so is other shit too...i'm mad pissed about this weekend cause tomorrow i get my wisdom teeth out, which i hot cause i get drugged up and get to miss 2 days of school, but now i'm informed that there is some hot shit going down this weekend...theres this trey anistasio concert at lehigh on sat which is gonna fucking rock, but i also might be able to play a little gig thing with the wankers which i' have been dying to do...and despite the fact choosing between these two things is hard enough, i don't even know f i'm gonna be up for either... dizamn
the funniest fucking shit always happens to me when i go into public bathrooms...
at shoprite i go to the bathroom like 4 times a day casue i wanna get off register and just sit down and read magazines, so i get in today and theres this handicapped guy in the stall next to me getting changed to go home, he does it like everyday and he always makes these weird like struggling noises, i figure just cause hes disabled... so i drop trow and start readin a mag and this guys making those fucked up noises and i'm kinda thinkin how i wish i would have used the other bathroom, when in the middle of a grunt he says real quiet "help me" not like hes saying it to me, just like hes proclaiming it, only whispered...so this gets me feeling fuckin creeped out and i remember that my cell phone can record shit, so i pull it out and hold the button hoping he'll say it again, cause how great would it be to have a recording of a retarded guy in a public bathroom grunting and asking for help? so hes just making those weird noises for a while when i hear him say "this world is so dark" again not yelling it or telling me, just saying it…and now my fucking jaw is dropped and i don't know what the fuck to do then this silly son of a bitch goes "please help me father"...."father, help me" i really wish someone else was in there at this point cause it was un god damn believable....then the grunts come back and shit and i finally hear him say "oh thank you, thank you for all your help father" and then something like "forgive me"....
i just KNOW that fucker was jerking off and praying to god, i JUST FUCKING KNOW IT! its the single most bizarre thing ever and i still don't comprehend it fully.... its like hes masturbating and the whole time condemning himself and asking god for forgiveness, BUT HE KEEPS FUCKING DOING IT…but after that i had it, i couldn't take anything else he would say so i got out and washed my hands and then he came out and i just stared at him with a look of pure disgust/awkwardness/fright and he looked back, and i left
i can't even think of anything to write that could follow that...
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| its a nice place to visit, but i wouldn't want to live |
[06 Oct 2002|12:54am] |
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tonight wasn't as bad as it was turing out to be...matt finally called me and lindsey did too, so i went to lindseys and was like "i have to be home early" and then i left her house and met matt and nick and smelson at shoprite and they hid from me like they always do, but on the way there at a stop light i pulled up next to this car and i looked over and this fat kid was staring at me so i just looked ahead of me again then i look over at him again and he has this big smile on his face and hes still staring at me, then i kinda chuckle and look ahead again...then i look over and this fat kid and his brother are both staring at me fucking grinning like mad men, then i put on my cool sunshades and i look back at these kids and there just smiling so hard and looking at me...so the lightas about to change so i rolled down my window and looked at them and now everyone in the car is staring at me so the light turns and io just give a big thumbs up to the car and drove to shoprite...
then we just drove around
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| clown smash!!! |
[05 Oct 2002|08:32pm] |
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god, this night is so fucking beat! theres is jack shit to do and its pissing me off
i was suposed to chill with matt after he got off work but then his mom made him stay home, i tried giving jay a call but unless you have something planned out he doesn't wanna talk to you, god knows what the fuck lindsey is doing casue calling me must be a hard fucking procedure..waste of my goddamn time...
yo man, i'm about to go buckwild and tear shit up, ya hear?
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[03 Oct 2002|08:52pm] |
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FUCK YOU, yea, and eat shit and die as well, prick
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| one flew east, one flew west, one flew over the cuckoos nest |
[02 Oct 2002|09:17pm] |
i keep coming into work late and when i do i don't get a break, so i have to work strait through my shift which is the gayest shit ever...
today this one old woman came to my line and i was off to the side getting a cup of water so i start walking back and right when i get there she says "STOP. Don't come a step further!!!" so i just stoped dead and looked at her and she says "i want you to finish that water, and take your time" so i kinda calmed down but then before i could even respond she said "casue if you don't (holds up her fist) see this pinky? see this thumb? see this FIST????" and i was so scared she was gonna punch me, cause she had a mustache, but she turned out to be a rad old broad, and totally whacked out of her gored...
my head hurts, cause its filled to the brim with angst and frustration
"some times the plants talk to me. they talk to me, really. they tell me, "KILL KILL KILL, KILL", so i go out and they say "PICK UP THE SPADE AND SHOVE SOMEONE'S HEAD IN WITH THE SPADE!" but no i cant do that, but they say "KILL MORE, KILL, SATAN COMES!" so i have to try an ignore that but one day it will become to strong and the rose will say "KILL" and i'll have to...bwahahahahaah"
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| weak shizzel |
[30 Sep 2002|08:07pm] |
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fuckin, i hate school... so much damn work that i know i'm not gonna do any way
and i'm sick
and everybody is pissing me off
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| i can't stand the rain... |
[29 Sep 2002|07:48pm] |
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You know what, I'm done, it's over, I quit, I'm starting my own church. Buh-bye.
"This world is bullshit."
"Last time anyone on this earth called himself lord, he was crucified"
I am now the leader of the Lapse Catholic Church, and here are the rules, my friends. Thou shalt not? Fuck that, thou fucking SHALL. As long as you don't have sex with kids or kill anybody, you can do whatever the heee... FUCK you want in my church. If you so much as look at an altar boy the wrong way, you don't get transferred to some distant parish up in Nova Scotia, no fucking way, pal. You stand naked in the middle of Times Square wearing a big neon sign that says, "I carry a torch for kids who carry candles," you fucking assholes. And there's no more magic, no more burning bushes or blueberry muffins. You screw up this time, the Virgin Mother shows up in your driveway like Ray Leotia in Goodfellas. She pistol-whips ya, then she sets your dick on fire, okay? Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's wife? Bullshit! You covet his wife, his house, his car, and his pool. You know why? Because he's already coveting every INCH of your shit, pal.
"Father, what are you doing?"
Ya, what are you doin', father? Keep your fucking hands to yourself. You wanna do somethin' with your hands? Stick 'em up the pope's ass, it's one of the new fuckin' rules, okay? 'Cause in my church, when it comes to healing, you know how Benny Hinn lays his hands on the head of a supposedly blind person, then when he takes his hands off, the guy can see? Here's how we do it in my church: if you're a pot head, guess what? You're still a fucking pot head!
When it comes time to confess your sins in the Lapse Catholic Church, guess who you confess your sins to? That's right, Father Leary. You walk in and say, "Bless me father, for I have sinned." I say, "That's fucking great! What'd you do?" "I, um, thought impure thoughts all this week." "Fucking excellent! What else?" "Um, I jerked off like five times." "That's fucking great! You know what your penance is? Run across the street, steal two cases of beer and a pizza, and bring it back here, okay? We're gonna sit around the rectory, and smoke, and eat pizza, and drink beer, and watch TV, and if we see the pope on TV, we're gonna give him the finger and make fun of his hat, okay?"
You know what else?
Ted Kennedy? Forgiven.
Frank Gifford? Forgiven.
Marv Albert? Forgiven.
Al Sharpton? Forgiven.
Richard Nixon? Forgiven.
Phil fucking Faulkner? Forgiven.
Everybody's forgiven. Except you OJ. Fuck you! I hope your kids pull a Menendez on you OJ, and then they'll be forgiven...ten times over. Now go in peace my friends. Get the beer, and the pizza, and bring it back here, because sin is in! Sin is in, and so we begin...
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| if the whole world were to follow you today, where would you lead them? think about that... |
[28 Sep 2002|11:23pm] |
yo man, all'z i got to say is, union
i'm so mad i only get to go in for like 2 days at a time cause there are some good times to be had there... dom ordered me NOT to bring xbox casue he wanted to focus on muzak, which was a pretty good idear i guess cause we actually did get some stuff done..but then euell comes along lookin for some halo and got pissed cause there was none, oh well
on fri me dom and dan chilled and then saw jen at toys r us were we joisted wearing cowboys hats and just fucked around but when jen got off we hung out with her and megan for the rest off the night... we drove around and ate at bennignas and i was being a tottaly dick which was fun...so after i had jen and meg ready to punch me in the face we went to megs house and chilled and met her older sister. not too long after we got there though a general consencse was made that getting drunk would be a fine idea, so i got loaded... good times, good times, i felt real dumb though cause i had just gotten done busting on meg and was now drinking her booze so i kept apologizng to her for being a dick... after a few hours of that dom drove me back to his house and locked me in his basement so i would terrorize his house
then today we did the band thing and dom was sposed to go to the shore but didn't, and euell came over to chill but we had to leave doms so me and him shoot the shit for a good deal of time, then we just drove around all over and talked and smoked and enjoyed ourselves thourouly...wished i could stay another night
yea
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| you can't hold no groove if you ain't got no pocket |
[24 Sep 2002|08:36pm] |
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my feet keep hurting, and its really pissing me off...i trid putting new insoles in my shoes, which have been my only pair of shoes since the start of highschool, but now they feel kinda weird
on sunday i went bowling and before we left i played "a show of hands" by vic wooten(GOD) for my friend matt and he was just like "dude i'm like in a transce" and at the spcefically amazing parts he'd just be "waaaaaaa?" whih rules, casue sometimes i'll play that stuff for people and they'll just be like "oh cool, thats fast" dumb mothafucks...
pumped for the weekend, hitting up the unizzol, so basicly just 48 hrs of halo....say word
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| bovine university |
[21 Sep 2002|11:29pm] |
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fairly chill day..in all actuallity i did nothing at all but hang with lindsey, and some kids at the coffee shop
but while we were waiting for jay to call me lindsey told me to stop by her freind mike's house, and i don't really know the kid personal but i do know he is a TOTALLY dueche...hes got this make-shift mohawk and hes decked out to the max in metalic objects, mostly concentrated in his face... so i had like no real urge to go to his house but it was only gonna be like for 5 min so we get there and he comes to the door and is like "uh you better watch out for my girlfriend cause shes crazy and doesn't like ppl" so i just kinda chuckled and thought about what a fucking PRICK this kid is so this beastly india-native american dark skinned punk rawker of a junior comes to the door and looks at me and lindsey and just rolls her eyes and walks back in and the kid whos house it is is like "haha i told you!" and i wanted to kick him in the balls so hard...then she comes back out and gives us the finger and says "fuckin slut, prick!" and other such things, it was so fucking uncalled for cause this was the first time either me or lindsey had seen this lard ridden dumbass...the whole time this other kid is just laughing..so we're like "ok, were gonna go now" and were walking away and that fuckin bitch yells more shit, GOD PEOPLE PISS ME OFF....
yo, i think i'll lynch her...
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| wicky-wicky wild-wild west |
[21 Sep 2002|12:11am] |
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same old same old eh? a tad bit upset about tings but thats become a healthy feeling...
went to a shizow tonight and saw my rockin friends, who do rock quiet well...there was this one band there that was full of old guys who were beyond sad casue they were punk rock to the extreme...the one guy had a hawk that started at the front of his head and ended about th middle, cause he was baldind..and it was about an inch wide, cause he had a receding hairline- that receded to his neck, but it stood up alot! and he was wearing what appered to be a hand made shit that consisted of gumby with a young girl in pig tails's head stuck on his crocth and it said "no more mr. nice guy...get on your knees bitch" so that was freaky...and the other guitarist looked like a heroine addict, but he ceratinly couldn't afford heroin playing in that band..
when ever i see my friends play i get sooo pumped about doing shit with my band(s) cause i am about at the skill level fo those fellas, i just need to get off my ass and do shit
fuck it thought cause shit is flimsy
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| boobies |
[17 Sep 2002|09:41pm] |
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man, your always seeing a movie or something were chicks are so quick to just flash ppl, or you hear some fucked up story from your friend but this drunk hot chick waisted at a party showing eveyone her tits...or just fucking look at girls gone wild..my question is where am i when all this stuff goes down? would it be such an inconveniance for one of these attractive, firm-breasted woman to gimmie a peak for once? daaaaaamn bitches
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| wac-tastic day |
[17 Sep 2002|07:20pm] |
today was pretty funny...it started out all normal and shit but then in 2nd block i had to drop one but the bathrooms on the top 2 floors were closed so i went to thte one on the bottom floor, that one is beat, and proceed to drop trow and shiat...so i go in the stall and some other kids that were in there leave so i'm sitting there thinking i'm alone when i hear this noise like "tap tap tap tap tap..." and i'm like well thats odd...then i hear this slightly heavy breathing , followed by a heavy sighs...now i'm kinda freaked out casue i though maybe they're just doing construstion or somethin in the other room...but then i look out from under the stall and just see 2 feet standing at the urinal...THIS FUCKIN KID WAS WACKING IT IN THE BATHROOM, ON THE FUCKING URINAL...so now i get all freaked out and wonder weather i should be like "yo, no wacking it in bathroom" or just scream or somethin...so finally i just cough real loud and start playing witht he toielt paper and i hear the urinal flush and this kid run the fuck outta ther...weirdist shit ever...
so school gets out and i end up at work, beat shit, and stuffis is going as usual but theres this guy i've been seeing lately, this like 20 something asain dude who looks like hes trying to be a cool highschooler, so today i just see him walking around my register with nothing on his mind , when i hear him kinda laugh...so i look at him and hes just sorta lauging to himself...then he stops completly and has a super strait face on...so i go back to rining shit up when he does it again, only louder...so i look at him again and this time hes pretty much looking at my chucling to himself, then goes back to being quiet as fuck...so no i go back, but turn around real quick and were both staring at eachother, and he fucking starts cracking up laughing his goddamn ass off almost on the floor, and then like before just stops and then walks out...this old couple i was ringing up was like "do you know him" and i was like "fuck no" so the old lady says "looks to me like he was on a gas ballon" and pays and leaves
the best thing though was after my break i had like an hour an 30 min and i was like fuck going back and being on register, so i did all sorts of stuff to stay away and i went in the back to visit my freidns andy and frank casue they were alone in dairy...so were chilling back there getting rid of old stuff and frank sees this whip-cream tips and is like "yo man, before we had all theses canc of whiped cream so we were just doing wipits for like 45 min..so hes telling me about all this shit and i'm like...hum, i ain't done whipits yet, so frnaks like "yo man get some" so i got like 6 cans of whiped cream and we go back and just start fucking going through the stuff and it was soooo much fun
every tue i'm gonna fuck around with them guys now, just gets me pissed i can't work there all the time...
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| a sad excuse for bowling |
[16 Sep 2002|12:02am] |
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turns out i hyped up bowling a little too much tonight, i was so set for just a mad chill night of strikes and turkeys, an lots of marijuana...but it was just ok. i got like a 96 and a 115 and was very mad at The Langle casue she wasn't living up to her standers and fame...my friend matts brother would alwasy wait for me to get my ball and bowl before he would go himself, quiet a curtious bowler....just wish i was in a better mood cause, well just cause
i stole a carton of cigaretes from this kid tonight and don't plan on giving any back, casue the one night i went out bowling with him and he didn't have any money so i paid 2 bucks for his shoe rental, then tonight he was like "yo gimmi 10 bucks" i was kinda outta it too so i was like "uh, but i only have 7" so then hes was like "that'll do" and he took my money, THEN he leaves without paying, so now me and nick are gonna destryo him HERE COMES THE PAIN...
dude whos in the mood for a little bebop?
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| do cyborgs dream of electric sheep? |
[15 Sep 2002|12:27am] |
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today was fairly uneventful...went down the shore to see lindsey at her moms house and spent the day asleep on her bed. then i went to my aunts house and gave my uncle some buffalo burgers, casue i'm chill like that. i was so pissed of driving home for all sorts a reasons but being an asshole on the parkway made me feel better about myslef, casue speeding and weeving are oh so much fun. but i gotta figure some stuffis out seeing as how nothing makes sence and i;m gonna pull a hulk one of these days
lookin forward for tommorow thought casue its booooowling night! bowling is now my offical sport and i vow to become an expert with my ball "The Langle" this ball was sent down my god himself to aid in my journy in becomming king of the lanes. the way The Langle came to me was one day i was comming back from lunch at work and i was driving through this development thing when i look out and see a ball-shapped object on the side of the road...being the garbage picker that i am i turned around and drove back and to my amazment it was a blue bowling bowl. needless to say i threw her in my truck and when i got home that day i took it to my basement and did a little touch up work ,becasue it had obviously been thron out of a moving vehicle. but i cleaned her off, filed off some scratches and made a bowling bag out of a buch of plastic shoprite bags and am now in posetion of the worlds greatist bowling ball
it all sort of reminds me of the pete and pete episode where the two brothers where fighting over who got to kepp their dads bowling ball, "rolling thunder" and in the end arty battles the ball and banishes it from their town...
what a sport
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| you all should be laughing at me |
[13 Sep 2002|06:32pm] |
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why on earth would i get a live journal? seriously this shit is so gay, i hate when ppl write in these things as if its their own personal journal and talk about shit that should be kept private...fucking asses, like this one chick anythign that goes on in her personal life and alot of stuff that should be kept private goes in her journal and then gets all defensive when ppl confront her about prvacy issuses saying shit like "oh well if you didn't want other ppl to know about it you shouldn't have said it"....
YO pulse is so fucking gay, since anyone who reads this is proboly gonna be from union (word to mah nigs) they will have no clue what pulse is, its this fucking club my school has that stands for People Understanding Love Serves Everyone...fuck that shit, if your gonna be gay wahtever but keep it the fuck outta my school and quiet trying to impose your BULLSHIT unity on me...my ass is for shittin, and so is yours so don't try and tell me its an oraphice of love, ya godamn aids carriers. being mean is fun
i mean yea, i guess i can come off as racist or homophob but those labels is bullshit.. i don't hate all gays or anything, i just think they's a little messed up, but i get so fuckin angry casue the ones at my school trying to make themselves seem like heros is beyond ridiculous, and one of the main fagos (its sposed to be spelt that way) i actually know and hate cause hes FUCKING RETARDED, so i guess this is more a big fuck you to him...this fucking kid would yell at anyone for saying fagot or homo , but he spent an entire night refering to black people as monekys and niggers, FUCKIN HIPPOCRITE...
thats why i hate having beliefs cause you allllllllways turn out to be a hipocrite, like me...how fucking long did i bash livejournal? look at me now, goddamn pathetic...
oh i don't hate unity, i'm not saying black ppl should be slaves and women shouldn't be aloud to think (hummmm) but i'm sorounded by all this pc bullshit and i can't take it...if i were to get in a fight with a mexican kid and i called him a dirty spic i'd get charged with a hate crime.... i wouldn't hate someone simply for something like their race, but hell yea if i don't like them i'll make fun of them for it.
enough, this sucks, my first entrie turend out to be a rant about ridiculous views i hold, and i can't stand reading other ppls stuff like that, in all actuallity only dom is gonna read this...
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