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no no no, gummo is not by the same guy that did kids... its much worse the director is Harmony Korine, but other people have said the same thing. and video dead is a must see i think the block buster in campus town has it.... at least they did like a million years ago when i was in high school.

i like to make little jerking noises before i say peanut butter...
"urrt urrt pea nut butt tter" it would make more sense if you heard it.

i watched gummo the other night... have you seen this, i'm still at odds over it, i think i'm not getting something, so today i'm gunna look into it, if you have any insight to making sense of this movie please let me know... i just don't get it

oh, as one zobiphile to another, have you seen the video dead? i forgot to ask earlier, but its got zombies, and a kick ass tag line..."death and distruction will come to you"

the hardest punch i've ever taken was from this tall skinny irish bitch... it was also on the same night i consecutivly got my ass kicked by a huge mean gangly biker guy, a crazy s&m chick, and like three other people, i have to say, it left the biggest briuse and hurt the most. so i understand and it is perfectly ok to fear females, besides chicks are nuts anyways.

I got my ass thoroughly kicked by a woman who also happened to be an aggressive divorce attorney. I suppose it was her three older brothers and four years in the Army that taught her how to fight.

Anyway, I was having a dinner party and the wine was flowing freely. I got into a political discussion with this woman. After I realized our conversation was going nowhere and we polished off another bottle, I challenged her to a slap boxing match to decide whose political perspective was right (the wine destroyed our maturity level). Slap boxing was all fine, until she decided to close her fist and subsequently blacken my eye and give me a bloody nose.

For some reason, I held back and did not retaliate with the baseball bat in the corner. Instead, I decided that it would be better to continue to solve our disagreement with a pro-wrestling match. I was doing well until I had her half airborne and I was coming down, with force, to pin her. She realized that she was screwed and quickly raised her knee as she hit the ground. My ribs connected perfectly with her knee as my full body weight came down upon her. It knocked the wind out of me and she proceeded to kick my ass some more.

Soon I realized that my efforts were futile. I decided to give up, walking away with a bloody nose, black eye, and a cracked rib. I was a mess. I still think that she was one of the coolest women I have met. Tough smart women kick ass.

cuteness.

Long hair kicks ass. I used to have long hair. People treated me differently. Sometimes it was good, like having hot women come up to me... like, twice. But, 95% of the time the hair worked against me.

You are so right. I have always wondered why the hell people don't counterfeit ones and fives. No one looks or cares about that shit.

ok so its decided then we will start a small bills counterfeiting ring, its on we'll be rich in no time, like maybe six years or so and we won't be able to use them in vending machines would we? but we can go to the strip culb baby yeah

throw the credit offer in the trash right now, i don't know why they call them credit offers, they should call them debt security offers

its alot easier if you have one of those little hand held tape recorder thingies to record the stuff you think

"This is yet another reason why i'm condemned to a life of nameless mediocrity"
don't worry, your metal is in the mail, you have been nominated for most orgional brilliant thug

i'm pretty sure i'll still get in the field school, the prof is a laid back guy who likes to talk about intestinal parasites.
this spring break i have to make a round of all the new babies that have been born starting with my sisters in canton.

I was playing 007 once and the instructions told me to Rendezvous with 006. I got lost in the game for a while cause i was thinking to myself, "what the shite is rendezvous. How the loots am i supposed to do that." Because sonically, the word seems made up. Little did I know it was:

rendezvous ( P ) Pronunciation Key (ronday-voo, -d-)
n. pl. rendezvous (-vz)
A meeting at a prearranged time and place. See Synonyms at engagement.
A prearranged meeting place, especially an assembly point for troops or ships.
A popular gathering place: The caf is a favorite rendezvous for artists.

I received heap of poodle shit for weeks.

I'm glad that you were amused by my comment. I get excited when people like my humor. Cause i am very rarely funny.

Dude....don't get that credit card. Bad credit can fuck fuck fuck you over. Debt ain't much fun either.

there isn't a stragedy guide... sorry loves

If you need a friend, feed any animal

I read that, and it set off a frenzy among my brain synapses...where have I heard that? I can hear the tune...If you need a friend, feed any animal...If you need a friend, feed any animal..oh, ho, ho!!!

Jane's Addiction. Whew.

Thanks for the mental exercise.

Wait, you're upset at the predictability of plots and characters in video games? Isn't that practically the bread and butter of video games? It might just be that I'm not a gamer, but I'm more upset that this same shit pervades movies. A thought.

That whole Fred Durst thing is goddamn funny. I can't imagine he'll win any of those lawsuits, if only 'cause everyone hates him.

'Cheapo' is a local chain of used record stores; 'my Cheapo' is the one about of mile from my apartment that I enjoy walking to & browsing through. It got too respectible.

Sepia is creepy.


But then, I've been diagnosed as sepiaphobic, so...

oh yeah and the photos really were kinda freaky and so was the movie, they just looked ummm, like something from a drug induced hypnotic trip with some bad juju thrown in

I don't remember much from Friday, so I couldn't tell you why the photos were scary. However, I can tell you that I find any ritual more of less depressing. Cycles. Same old, same old, etc.

I'm gonna try and update shortly. I don't know, I just feel all disenchanted by the internet right now. I go through phases like that. A whole week where none of my music appeals to me. A month where I don't feel like reading fiction. And then suddenly I'll devour 5 books in two weeks, or want to listen to every record I own simultaneously. It sucks.
See above explanation as to why I won't read that hiddeously long journal entry of yours. Maybe later.

Sounds like we've got the same kind of gag reflex. I've had this cough for, oh, 4 weeks right now, and I can't count how many times I've hucked it because my uvula gets irritated.

Brushing my teeth in the morning is always an adventure. It's a 50-50 shot that I'll be dry heaving.

those pictures are kinda.....um ....scary, like mancurian canidate scary
you don't need any more posessions, a person needs maybe two shirts tops. with too many posessions comes the porblems of pride.....not like "look at all this stuff i have isn't it great," i mean like the repo man taking your dinning room set, or your t.v.
why is there this fixation on material culture, why are we defined by what we own?