Time: 8:33 AM
Music: Deep Muthafuckin HOUSE bitch!
Drink: H20 cause I'm rad like that.
It's official. The world is coming to an end. As it has been prophesied "on the 22nd day of the 2003rd year, Amitabha shall wake up and arrive to work on time, and you shall know my wrath is coming.." So it's time to stock up on duct tape, water bottles, and lube before Wall-Mart sells out completely! Hurry! Supplies are limited! Act now!
I must interrupt this journal for an events announcement: If you are in Portland, and are a member of SG-PDX, go to the group, and sign up for the get together that I'm working on. Lola will be in town, and it's gonna be alot of fun, so don't be a chump and say you've got something else going on, cause we all know you have no life. This is your only chance to be somewhat cool, so I better see your name on the list.
I would also like to take this opportunity to talk about things that make me happy, and/or make me feel all warm inside.
1: Retarded people
2: The Capybara
...okay that about covers it.
If any of you out there are good at giving massages, you should come give me a demonstration.. I worked out for fucking 3 and a half hours the other night and I'm still a tad sore from it. But I've got to be ready to kill kill kill by the next phish tour, no pain no dead dirty hippies. Which brings me to my next point.. Phish has got to be the most awful band to ever exist, followed closely in second place by that dude who did the Achy Breaky Heart song who was so awful that I can't even remember his name.. just that he had a large mullet, and has been in several B flicks since then. But to continue what I was saying.. if you like Phish then I have no respect for you, and you can expect to get a screw driver in the back, prison style, the next time I see you.
*sigh* I heart being violent at 8'oclock in the morning. Nothing gets my day going like thinking about all the people and interest groups that I hate.
Music: Deep Muthafuckin HOUSE bitch!
Drink: H20 cause I'm rad like that.
It's official. The world is coming to an end. As it has been prophesied "on the 22nd day of the 2003rd year, Amitabha shall wake up and arrive to work on time, and you shall know my wrath is coming.." So it's time to stock up on duct tape, water bottles, and lube before Wall-Mart sells out completely! Hurry! Supplies are limited! Act now!
I must interrupt this journal for an events announcement: If you are in Portland, and are a member of SG-PDX, go to the group, and sign up for the get together that I'm working on. Lola will be in town, and it's gonna be alot of fun, so don't be a chump and say you've got something else going on, cause we all know you have no life. This is your only chance to be somewhat cool, so I better see your name on the list.
I would also like to take this opportunity to talk about things that make me happy, and/or make me feel all warm inside.
1: Retarded people
2: The Capybara
...okay that about covers it.
If any of you out there are good at giving massages, you should come give me a demonstration.. I worked out for fucking 3 and a half hours the other night and I'm still a tad sore from it. But I've got to be ready to kill kill kill by the next phish tour, no pain no dead dirty hippies. Which brings me to my next point.. Phish has got to be the most awful band to ever exist, followed closely in second place by that dude who did the Achy Breaky Heart song who was so awful that I can't even remember his name.. just that he had a large mullet, and has been in several B flicks since then. But to continue what I was saying.. if you like Phish then I have no respect for you, and you can expect to get a screw driver in the back, prison style, the next time I see you.
*sigh* I heart being violent at 8'oclock in the morning. Nothing gets my day going like thinking about all the people and interest groups that I hate.
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walk away
[Edited on Nov 03, 2003 7:04PM]