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A Circusy Bathroom FeelThe Cat With No Whiskers, Permanantly Stuck Behind The Fridge. January 09 Jaded Tales From The Gilded CageApparantly, love can build a bridge. Maybe so, but I never liked sleeping under bridges. Don't mind me. I'm old today. Today has been too long. January 08 DorkusYeah, I know, I've been back for a while, and not posted a damn thing. I've been lazy! And even more shocking, I've been learning shit, while not comatose. I don't think I've ever slept more than I did last weekened. Aww! Someone just hit the wall at me! I am so proud of my music. I'm listening to Tweaker/Chris Vrenna right now. Sweeny told me about it a while ago, but I didn't really think about it now. Ho-lee shee-it. Dude! Next time you tell me something, I am totally going to pay a fuck of a lot more attention. This stuff is like drugs, hypnotic, addicting, only not quite as paranoid and destructive. It might make me self-destruct with joy though. Yay for joy. So. Exodous. I shot things. Called guns. I watched movies. Mostly the same ones, over and over again. There's nothing wrong with reppetition. I slept a lot, worked a lot, and didn't eat a lot. I came back in a sort of holocaustic state. Yes, I am aware that holocaust means conflagaration. I did not return on fire, just skinny and lightheaded. Awww. They banged the wall at me again. This time they can fuck off. December 17 InchesI told my shrink that I'm not really afraid of making an ass of myself. I do it every day. I'm not afraid of dying. I have little control over anything in my life. I think if this bothered me, I'd have more panic attacks. As it is, I'm just too nhilistic to work up the energy to send myself into a seizure. My drop packet is going in in January. Not much I can do about it, so I'm finding it difficult to care. If anything, I was more insulted than anything else. How dare you fucks say I can't learn Russian? Well, I am lazy. I will admit my love of myself over almost anything else really screwed me over. Almost anything. I got an inch scarred into the back of my neck. Just an inch. They can take all of me, except that last inch, and in that tiny inch, I am free. It is the inch that keeps the collar from closing around my neck. In return for this favor, I used an exacto knife to cut the word 'shame' into the arm of the guy who cut the inch. He had done it before, but the scar tissue didn't really take. There was a lot under the skin though. There's nothing like popping scar tissue in the light of street lamps. It matches the 'pride' on his other shoulder. I wanted something similar, and even bought my own exacto, but then it came to me that that idea is HIS. I need my own idea. My own inspiration, hardships to over come, my own trials, my own life, ect. I need to do some push-ups. December 11 Rarr...So. Rawr. Nothing has happened tremendously amusing in the last...oh, 2 thirds of a month that I've been lazy and not posted because it takes tremendous effort. Rikki is moving away. Sadness. I am flying home first class. Yay. I will feel egomaniacal for an hour or two. I passed my mid mod 6, which was a whim, I do believe. Some amusing things that have been said, accidentally or otherwise... "Ja-dEEd!" ('Serously' in Dari) "9,000 O'clock!" "Face, you are fired. I am hiring a new one." "I love trading chocolate goodies for derogatory comments!" "I can't find my panties! Baby, where are my panties?!"(Thanks for that one, Rikki.) "Fabreeze cannot be substituted in leu of bathing." And dammnit, my foot itches. |
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