doin' alright this weekend. i feel a tiny bit lonely, but, then thats completely normal for me. i've got enough work going on around me to stay focused. i watched the van damme movie LIONHEART last night. van damme is so fucking cool. his first couple of movies rock so hardcore that it makes me totally sad he turned into a completely turgid le bag douche who can only make trite, shitty, enthusiasm-less films.
onto the update:
five recent conversations...
by BuckyKatt666
CONVERSATION # 1 takes place a couple of days ago between me (BK) and my male roommate (DN); the three of us in our house have been squabbling about chores and being completely childish to one another for the last few weeks. It starts right after I find all of the dirty dishes piled NEXT to the sink, instead of cleaned....
BK: what the fuck dude! i don't wanna live in a house where the dishes get piled next to the sink and everybody only does their own dishes and eats their own food, fuck that yo!
DN: then why the fuck won't you clean up around here
BK: cuz you were being a twat about the whole thing
DN: well, you're being a dick
BK: i'm only being a dick because you wrote that stupid email telling me to clean up like i'm some kind of little kid, stop being a twat.
DN: i don't like confrontation
BK: i don't like fucking notes placed around the house telling me to do shit.
DN: i come from a clean house
BK: i come from a dirty house, i'll clean up, but its not a priority
DN: you live with roommates, you have obligations to us, you have to do it
BK: i don't have to do shit
DN: yes you do
BK: NO, i don't HAVE to do a fucking thing. i'll clean up because i want us to be cool and get along, but you're gonna need to get out of that telling me what i NEED to do mindset. if you stop being a twat i'll stop being a dick.
DN: ok thats fair, do you want to clean up tomorrow?
BK: yeah, thats fine.
CONVERSATION #2 takes place the next day in my kitchen between myself (BK) and my female roommate (LN); she and the male roommate had an argument about cleaning the other night...
BK: i talked to darryl he said he'd stop being a twat if i stopped being a dick.
LN: good, i'll stop being a bitch. what are you doing?
BK: trying to fix my tie, it got mangled in the dryer.
LN: WHY did you put it in the dryer?
BK: (condescendingly) BECAUSE I'M A BOY... duh!
LN: oh, so nobody told you not to?
BK: (sheepishly) yeah.
LN: haha.
CONVERSATION #3 takes place at the goth club last night between me (BK) and this gay dude named josh (JH) i was all dancing up a storm and shit, when i feel someone slowly pull my hat out of my back pocket...
JH: hi, i just wanted to ask your name.
BK: jordan.
JH: i'm josh.
BK: hi josh. i'm gonna go stand over there now.
a little while later in the front of the club, josh approaches again.
JH: hi, its me, remember we met earlier?
BK: (nods) uh huh, about an hour ago.
JH: i just wanted to ask a stupid question...
BK: go for it.
JH: are you gay or straight?
BK: haha, i'm totally straight dude.
JH: oh, sorry.
BK: don't worry about it.
JH: i just thought you were cute, i'm sorry...
BK: really, dude. don't apologise, there's no need. i've heard much worse things in the course of one night.
JH: what do you do?
BK: i'm an artist
JH: oh? i make ceramics and paint
BK: cool, i mostly do design and illustration...
(the conversation goes on for about five or ten minutes, the fun thing to note, is that, for the duration of the converation, josh punctuates all of his sentences by touching my ass. kinda like how you touch someone on the shoulder or arm while talking, only, he was touching my butt. it was pretty cool. the girls who get all up in my shit could take a page from this guy's playbook, he was totally friendly, so much so, that i'm not even gay and i let him touch my ass).
CONVERSATION #4 takes place outside the club, dj chris (DJ), a dude named jamie (JM) and myself (BK) are present, i'm just opening my discman to put in some music for the walk home...
DJ: what's the music du jour?
BK: either the CRANBERRIES or NEUTRAL MILK HOTEL, i'm in a sissy music kinda mood.
JM: dude, that's not SISSY music...
BK: no, you misunderstand, i say sissy music for all of these bands i dig, like BILLY BRAGG, LEONARD COHEN, CRANBERRIES, etc
JM: dude, BILLY BRAGG is a sissy, but LEONARD COHEN is a bad ass...
DJ: no, thats not what he means...
BK: no, no, its not the music thats SISSY, its the mood i am when i want to listen to it, y'know, as opposed to like today, when i walked around my bedroom listening to the ANGELIC UPSTARTS
JM: nice
BK: and yelling PUNK! PUNK! PUNK! (punctuating each "PUNK!" with a pumped fist) as opposed to listening to LEONARD COHEN and being all (makes sad face and feigns sobbing).
JM: oh, ok. what NEUTRAL MILK HOTEL is it, i love that band?
CONVERSATION #5 takes place between myself (BK) and my penis (PP - get it, pee pee, hahaha) on the walk home from the club in the snow...
PP: would it have fucking killed you to put on some underwear today?
BK: what?
PP: seriously dude, its cold as hell down here, if these "pants" were any thinner, you wouldn't need to wear a condom when you see fit to grace me with some female action...
BK: whoa, whats with the attitude? yeah, i guess it is cold out, sorry.
PP: you do realize asshole, that these pants have an exposed metal zipper right? and that every time you take a step, i bang into it? how the fuck do you think that feels? huh? god forbid you ever let a girl touch me again i'm gonna look like an accident victim!
BK: dude, you're lucky that I even touch you!
PP: oh, i'm so sorry! thanks for that five minute drill every couple of days where you slam one out with workmanlike precision... i'm soooo grateful.
BK: oh, nice. i really appreciate the sarcasm. wait until i get a week or two further into designing the scooter store website, we'll see if i can even remember to touch you at ALL!
PP: fucker!
BK: you are not the boss of me!
***
please excuse everything you just read
onto the update:
five recent conversations...
by BuckyKatt666
CONVERSATION # 1 takes place a couple of days ago between me (BK) and my male roommate (DN); the three of us in our house have been squabbling about chores and being completely childish to one another for the last few weeks. It starts right after I find all of the dirty dishes piled NEXT to the sink, instead of cleaned....
BK: what the fuck dude! i don't wanna live in a house where the dishes get piled next to the sink and everybody only does their own dishes and eats their own food, fuck that yo!
DN: then why the fuck won't you clean up around here
BK: cuz you were being a twat about the whole thing
DN: well, you're being a dick
BK: i'm only being a dick because you wrote that stupid email telling me to clean up like i'm some kind of little kid, stop being a twat.
DN: i don't like confrontation
BK: i don't like fucking notes placed around the house telling me to do shit.
DN: i come from a clean house
BK: i come from a dirty house, i'll clean up, but its not a priority
DN: you live with roommates, you have obligations to us, you have to do it
BK: i don't have to do shit
DN: yes you do
BK: NO, i don't HAVE to do a fucking thing. i'll clean up because i want us to be cool and get along, but you're gonna need to get out of that telling me what i NEED to do mindset. if you stop being a twat i'll stop being a dick.
DN: ok thats fair, do you want to clean up tomorrow?
BK: yeah, thats fine.
CONVERSATION #2 takes place the next day in my kitchen between myself (BK) and my female roommate (LN); she and the male roommate had an argument about cleaning the other night...
BK: i talked to darryl he said he'd stop being a twat if i stopped being a dick.
LN: good, i'll stop being a bitch. what are you doing?
BK: trying to fix my tie, it got mangled in the dryer.
LN: WHY did you put it in the dryer?
BK: (condescendingly) BECAUSE I'M A BOY... duh!
LN: oh, so nobody told you not to?
BK: (sheepishly) yeah.
LN: haha.
CONVERSATION #3 takes place at the goth club last night between me (BK) and this gay dude named josh (JH) i was all dancing up a storm and shit, when i feel someone slowly pull my hat out of my back pocket...
JH: hi, i just wanted to ask your name.
BK: jordan.
JH: i'm josh.
BK: hi josh. i'm gonna go stand over there now.
a little while later in the front of the club, josh approaches again.
JH: hi, its me, remember we met earlier?
BK: (nods) uh huh, about an hour ago.
JH: i just wanted to ask a stupid question...
BK: go for it.
JH: are you gay or straight?
BK: haha, i'm totally straight dude.
JH: oh, sorry.
BK: don't worry about it.
JH: i just thought you were cute, i'm sorry...
BK: really, dude. don't apologise, there's no need. i've heard much worse things in the course of one night.
JH: what do you do?
BK: i'm an artist
JH: oh? i make ceramics and paint
BK: cool, i mostly do design and illustration...
(the conversation goes on for about five or ten minutes, the fun thing to note, is that, for the duration of the converation, josh punctuates all of his sentences by touching my ass. kinda like how you touch someone on the shoulder or arm while talking, only, he was touching my butt. it was pretty cool. the girls who get all up in my shit could take a page from this guy's playbook, he was totally friendly, so much so, that i'm not even gay and i let him touch my ass).
CONVERSATION #4 takes place outside the club, dj chris (DJ), a dude named jamie (JM) and myself (BK) are present, i'm just opening my discman to put in some music for the walk home...
DJ: what's the music du jour?
BK: either the CRANBERRIES or NEUTRAL MILK HOTEL, i'm in a sissy music kinda mood.
JM: dude, that's not SISSY music...
BK: no, you misunderstand, i say sissy music for all of these bands i dig, like BILLY BRAGG, LEONARD COHEN, CRANBERRIES, etc
JM: dude, BILLY BRAGG is a sissy, but LEONARD COHEN is a bad ass...
DJ: no, thats not what he means...
BK: no, no, its not the music thats SISSY, its the mood i am when i want to listen to it, y'know, as opposed to like today, when i walked around my bedroom listening to the ANGELIC UPSTARTS
JM: nice
BK: and yelling PUNK! PUNK! PUNK! (punctuating each "PUNK!" with a pumped fist) as opposed to listening to LEONARD COHEN and being all (makes sad face and feigns sobbing).
JM: oh, ok. what NEUTRAL MILK HOTEL is it, i love that band?
CONVERSATION #5 takes place between myself (BK) and my penis (PP - get it, pee pee, hahaha) on the walk home from the club in the snow...
PP: would it have fucking killed you to put on some underwear today?
BK: what?
PP: seriously dude, its cold as hell down here, if these "pants" were any thinner, you wouldn't need to wear a condom when you see fit to grace me with some female action...
BK: whoa, whats with the attitude? yeah, i guess it is cold out, sorry.
PP: you do realize asshole, that these pants have an exposed metal zipper right? and that every time you take a step, i bang into it? how the fuck do you think that feels? huh? god forbid you ever let a girl touch me again i'm gonna look like an accident victim!
BK: dude, you're lucky that I even touch you!
PP: oh, i'm so sorry! thanks for that five minute drill every couple of days where you slam one out with workmanlike precision... i'm soooo grateful.
BK: oh, nice. i really appreciate the sarcasm. wait until i get a week or two further into designing the scooter store website, we'll see if i can even remember to touch you at ALL!
PP: fucker!
BK: you are not the boss of me!
***
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in so many ways.
I think I'mma rent some storage space for my penis.
He just sits there really bored.
and I dunno what to do with him.
I took him for a walk once trying to cheer him up but, it didn't help.
He just told me he wished he was attatched to a frat guy.
I may or may not go.
unsure.
If Sid and others need a lift I will rovide and go.
but they might not need a ride hence me most likely not going.
So either way yer prolly best off countin' on the nelson meister.