al

after reading your rant, i can safely say, i have no idea what on earth you're talking about...but it sounds fucking great! i guess some of this stuff happened when i wasn't a member of sg or maybe it just wasn't something you'd come across just by visiting the site once or twice a day...
so there are suicide girls that got kicked off of the suicidegirls website? that's pretty bad-ass...and punk rock if you don't mind me saying so. screw them though...you rule.

add on:

i'm no math genius...but someone said something about math and i have to say that i've been reading a book about hyperspace and it has me totally captivated...

here are some neat-o hypercube links...
http://www1.tip.nl/~t515027/hypercube.html
and
http://dogfeathers.com/java/hyprcube.html

lovely 4d bliss

i gon' get tore up!

fuck this week though. fuck it long and hard.

Yo, Al, I figured you needed to see this. It's wicked pisser, as the kids say.

Have fun with that.

[Edited on Mar 27, 2004 7:37AM]

Reading your journal entries can be a frenetic and somewhat overwhelming experience, though certainly an interesting one. You portray an extremely prolific lifestyle, which can make others feel inferior about theirs, which in turn can lead to intimidation.

I've just finished a few months worth of your journal, and I'm not sure what I feel, though my brain feels kind of numb. I think I need a drink.

but updating drunk is a time-honored SG tradition!

well...the neccessery retractions are too, I suppose.

I'm telling you ,AL, I know there's a market for the USB breathalyzer.

Sounds fun.

so what was in the can?

I am trying to remember the last time I had an interesting dreams like that..................*sigh* it must be the curse of being the only one out of my siblings who doesnt have hands on artististic talent, I never remember my dreams and the ones I do I am sure are not as interesting as yours (except when I was a kid, I rememeber me and my friends being the Ateam and then being instantly transported to more and more weird scenarios until the last thing I remember in the dream was getting tucked into a dresser drawer to go to sleep).

Hmmm math thesis eh, if I were to explore my capabilities in math I would explore the Imaginary number sets and finite number sets.
This songs is a dedication from the Rheostatics for your beautiful day:


Yellow days
under a lemon sun
dont seem so special
till their long gone
and arive here again
Yellow days
as cummulous candy float by
sweet air a wonder to sigh
to breathe like youll
never breathe again
Yellow days
rasberry waves flow over you
helps you to hurry things
still left to do
So you can return here to swim

Just thinking of a thesis being written makes my brain hurt

Pringles? Damn thats what I forgot to get at the store today!

I had something I wanted to say, but I forgot ... which is probably best.

I never post here, do I?

you rock.

*edit*
I always seem to be sick on my birthday, and always on Christmas.

oh, and ... HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!



[Edited on Mar 09, 2004 12:39AM]

I'm glad you had a Happy Birthday sweetie! What did you get?

I like bruising easily, makes great play wounds......er um, war wounds, lol

I laughed, you know why. Your jealous, you know you are! Heehee

Home Ec......

Basket weaving. No joke.


[Edited on Mar 07, 2004 11:45AM]

Al, what is it that you want? More to the point, I suppose, what can't you have?

Their are very few things that are unattainable, the work involved keeps them unnattained by the pessimistic heart.
The unexpected complications when things attained feeds the thought patterns of a cynics brain.
When the intangible becomes material, it become normal and the new ideas form and create the intangible, this is the conceptual cycle.
The value of intangible has only value through what the conceiver gives the intangible.
Material items have their own independent value, thus when the intangible becomes material it value may not be symmetrical to what was originaly conceived.


"What is it when you see a person's beauty?"
The spirit taking hold of you as it fights for your soul
"What exactly is it that you want?"
Connection
"Do you feel the need to hold possesion?"
With less security in life brings more need for possesion
"Where is the love in that?"
Love can exist in these, if you can work in the expressions to share, if what is concieved can bring its own life to the expression.
This is love to me.


[Edited on Mar 06, 2004 4:20AM]

Edited to remove heartfelt comment about your shut-in roomate, which, in fact, is not your roomate but a post you edited.
/fucktard

ps - best corrected typo of the week "shit-in roomate"

[Edited on Mar 04, 2004 8:11AM]

After four leafs, they stop being clovers and start being strato-moss from beyond the stars. Like that shit from Creepshow with Stephen King.