so i can't tell if i'm a zombie or a vampire.
what's a ghoul to do?
edit:
well this sort of helps...
another lame obvious internet quiz
"You are a Fulci Zombie. The incessant beating of the native drums has awakened you to feed on the living. You're not real clear on why. You feed on living human tissue and can be killed by any...
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what's a ghoul to do?
edit:
well this sort of helps...
another lame obvious internet quiz
"You are a Fulci Zombie. The incessant beating of the native drums has awakened you to feed on the living. You're not real clear on why. You feed on living human tissue and can be killed by any...
Read More
fuck christ i just spent time on a real entry and i pushed control+r instead of option+r.
the whole thing was written out. fuck. but then to be fancy i thought i'd add an . but instead i hit the wrong button combo and made the page refresh.
so, i'll take votes. what entry do you want:
a: you light up my life
b: tetris...
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urblueygrl:
reminds me of a flyer for this band that had something bout sea serpents in the title.. well anyway its kinda neat...
pixie_punch:
that reminds me of a monster in silent hill.
how about we take turns punching each other in the face?
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parks:
that store has long since caught up with my coolness and has since surpassed it 
judas:
i don't think i'll be giving up dwight. maybe. i have to make another sweep through my stuff. actually, yeah. i'll get rid of dwight. i have most of it ripped anyway. but i don't think you want it, and i don't want your ice cream.
the case of the telltale cellphone...
i have a little fan running by my head when i sleep. so instead of being awoken by random occurances of door slams, upstairs orgasms, drunken yelling on the street, or screeching tires... they all just blend into the steady hum of the fan.
but the weird thing is... i hear my cellphone in my fan. its like some...
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i have a little fan running by my head when i sleep. so instead of being awoken by random occurances of door slams, upstairs orgasms, drunken yelling on the street, or screeching tires... they all just blend into the steady hum of the fan.
but the weird thing is... i hear my cellphone in my fan. its like some...
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parks:
I love being woken up by phone calls while I'm sleeping, it makes me feel important &/or loved. They're not sleeping because they're thinking of me. That's probably not the case, but that's how it makes me feel.
pixie_punch:
you sleep with a fan too?!
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judas:
you're my hero.
toneski:
check your e-mail ghostface.
so last night i was riding home on my bike, jamming to my ipod (an activity that i reccomend to everyone,) when i heard a crash... and i looked back and saw that my cell phone fell out of my pocket.
then i felt and realized all my dope country music lyrics that i wrote that night also fell out during the ride. save for...
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then i felt and realized all my dope country music lyrics that i wrote that night also fell out during the ride.
save for... Read More
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billybillybilly:
You love me? Well, as is typical, I loved you FIRST. Bitch. I almost bought you a card, but was kinda broke at that point.
otoki:
I remember the Roby lim being pretty funny.
kelland:
That kind of frightens me.
charlatan:
Is he dancing or disagreeing? If he is the reaper I'm guessing he's saying "No way Jose!"
Jose:
Jose:
toneski:
i've been watching for hours... does she ever catch it?
parks:
I want to comment but I can't think of anything fun to say, oh well monkeys live in the jungle 
charlatan:
No picture for me?
Oh well then. here:
Broken glass everywhere
People pissing on the stairs, you know they just don't care
I can't take the smell, I can't take the noise
Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice
Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
Junkie's in the alley with a baseball bat
I tried to get away, but I couldn't get far
Cause the man with the tow-truck repossessed my car
Don't push me, cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to loose my head
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
Standing on the front stoop, hangin' out the window
Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eating out of garbage piles, used to be a fag-hag
Search and test a tango, skips the life and then go
To search a prince to see the last of senses
Down at the peepshow, watching all the creeps
So she can tell the stories to the girls back home
She went to the city and got so so so ditty
She had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own
Don't push me, cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to loose my head
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
My brother's doing fast on my mother's T.V.
Says she watches to much, is just not healthy
All my children in the daytime, Dallas at night
Can't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight
Bill collectors they ring my phone
And scare my wife when I'm not home
Got a bum education, double-digit inflation
Can't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station
Me on King Kong standin' on my back
Can't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac
Midrange, migrained, cancered membrane
Sometimes I think I'm going insane, I swear I might hijack a plane!
Word up!
Oh well then. here:
Broken glass everywhere
People pissing on the stairs, you know they just don't care
I can't take the smell, I can't take the noise
Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice
Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
Junkie's in the alley with a baseball bat
I tried to get away, but I couldn't get far
Cause the man with the tow-truck repossessed my car
Don't push me, cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to loose my head
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
Standing on the front stoop, hangin' out the window
Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eating out of garbage piles, used to be a fag-hag
Search and test a tango, skips the life and then go
To search a prince to see the last of senses
Down at the peepshow, watching all the creeps
So she can tell the stories to the girls back home
She went to the city and got so so so ditty
She had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own
Don't push me, cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to loose my head
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
My brother's doing fast on my mother's T.V.
Says she watches to much, is just not healthy
All my children in the daytime, Dallas at night
Can't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight
Bill collectors they ring my phone
And scare my wife when I'm not home
Got a bum education, double-digit inflation
Can't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station
Me on King Kong standin' on my back
Can't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac
Midrange, migrained, cancered membrane
Sometimes I think I'm going insane, I swear I might hijack a plane!
Word up!
so, you called me last night. and then you didn't leave a message. which leaves a girl confused, fo shizzle.