i got whistled at the other day, and shit like that never happens to me.
i've been strangely confident the last few days, and i think it's because of the catcalls i got from some drunken ladies the other night... this feeling is strange and unusual, seducing me and making me sick. i'm diving headfirst now, remembering my secret powers. who knew that the ultimate...
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i've been strangely confident the last few days, and i think it's because of the catcalls i got from some drunken ladies the other night... this feeling is strange and unusual, seducing me and making me sick. i'm diving headfirst now, remembering my secret powers. who knew that the ultimate...
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she bled vanilla custard at our union, and i was spent, wondering not if she came, but why i was even there... she's a nice enough girl, not entirely crazy, but there is something completely errant about her ways.
she's contradictory and unassuming... she knows not of my secret life, but i'm not one to openly offer any information. she's stylish, sure... you would think...
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she's contradictory and unassuming... she knows not of my secret life, but i'm not one to openly offer any information. she's stylish, sure... you would think...
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jaeiam:
BOBBY PLEASE UPDATE !!!!! THANKS !
mothra:
You're in Tempe and not going to SGAZ shit, you really need to get off your ass and meet up sometime.
i'm smart but she's smarter, a voice remembered, looking for a chance to run away. i'm stumbling backward through my 20s, tripping over tentacles, remebering to forget, getting by, and she's playing guitar, writing poems about patricide, going to europe without me.
i almost didn't remember, that is to say i forgot, i forgot how good she looked in her neckties, how dark her mestizo...
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i almost didn't remember, that is to say i forgot, i forgot how good she looked in her neckties, how dark her mestizo...
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themadking:
The blank comment's just there because I don't necessarily agree with the people who posted before me, but I don't know what the right answer is. It's almost never a good idea to rewind to the past; but that's probably just my experience talking.
jaeiam:
NO more timing each tear that falls from my eye ..I'm not hiding the remedy to cure this old heart of mine
I can dream about you , if i can't hold you tonight
I can dream about you , you know how to hold me just right
I can dream about you , if i can't hold you tonight
I can dream about you, you know how to hold me just right
Bobby...pasts aren't always better left behind. Memories can help to create the best dreams. And dreams can be inspiration for life.
I can dream about you , if i can't hold you tonight
I can dream about you , you know how to hold me just right
I can dream about you , if i can't hold you tonight
I can dream about you, you know how to hold me just right
Bobby...pasts aren't always better left behind. Memories can help to create the best dreams. And dreams can be inspiration for life.
i saw beauty crushed last night, dragged through broken glass, destroyed by the deadly velocity of her chosen lifestyle.
she used to be such a pretty girl, bee-yoo-tee-full, a dead-ringer for kate from drew carey, only spunkier, more street... when i first met her she was still a virgin, the kind of girl that you knew someone was just gonna snatch up. she was at...
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she used to be such a pretty girl, bee-yoo-tee-full, a dead-ringer for kate from drew carey, only spunkier, more street... when i first met her she was still a virgin, the kind of girl that you knew someone was just gonna snatch up. she was at...
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tinyelvis:
Cool. I have heard of them, just not listened to them. Rancid has moved quite a bit sense that album. The new one, is very different. I am still not sure about it. I am a die hard fan, too.
Later
Later
themadking:
I, for one, am moved by your journal entry. Your metaphors are stunning in their simplicity. I'm sad that this exists, but happy someone has the skill to write so well about it.
Keep it up, Bobby.
Keep it up, Bobby.
sweet marie, there's a hole where my heart should be.
i finally shaved off all the scruff... it was going on 10 days, and oddly enough, even though i looked like a redneck/child molester/t.v. magic queer, i was getting much more attention than without it. i am the same fucking person that i have been all my life, yet with a half-assed eighth grader beard...
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i finally shaved off all the scruff... it was going on 10 days, and oddly enough, even though i looked like a redneck/child molester/t.v. magic queer, i was getting much more attention than without it. i am the same fucking person that i have been all my life, yet with a half-assed eighth grader beard...
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themadking:
Heh, be glad you can see them twice. What're the odds that they'll ever show up in Missouri again? Well, I guess since Missouri is closer than Arizona, the odds should be better, but I don't think so. But maybe you're not as in love with the White Stripes as I am and so don't really care as much.
About the ennui, I don't think love will solve it. I think love would be a temporary solution. Of course, I guess everything else is a temporary solution, too. Oh, well, nothing to be done.
About the ennui, I don't think love will solve it. I think love would be a temporary solution. Of course, I guess everything else is a temporary solution, too. Oh, well, nothing to be done.
tattooedyourmom:
I dunno I have showed up to several functions. They just don't want you to bail on all of them. You should try to make it to some.
i've resurrected, back from the dead and back to work after being on the road for 7 days.
it was a whirlwind journey, from arizona through new mexico, to texas and back. i went to austin, texas for the austin city limits music festival with my friend rc and his roommate brett. it was a week of jokes, smokes, and midnite tokes, with a hazing...
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it was a whirlwind journey, from arizona through new mexico, to texas and back. i went to austin, texas for the austin city limits music festival with my friend rc and his roommate brett. it was a week of jokes, smokes, and midnite tokes, with a hazing...
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ms:
Sounds like a good time. You got to see Jay Farrar and Cafe Tacuba, always a good time. And if i need help with layout or anything like that I'll be more than happy to let you know. Lates brutha.
Ten years ago, on a cold dark night
Someone was killed, 'neath the town hall light
There were few at the scene, but they all agreed
That the slayer who ran, looked a lot like me
The judge said son, what is your alibi
If you were somewhere else, then you won't have to die
I spoke not a word, thou it meant my life...
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Someone was killed, 'neath the town hall light
There were few at the scene, but they all agreed
That the slayer who ran, looked a lot like me
The judge said son, what is your alibi
If you were somewhere else, then you won't have to die
I spoke not a word, thou it meant my life...
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silencenoir:
That is sad. 
dilligan:
Cry me a river..
oh
Cry me a river..
oh
oh
Cry me a river..
oh
i'm sorry.
i was just getting a cherry/coke slurpee on a whim... my cousin wanted chocolate milk, so he begged me to stop at the s'leven. i was in line behind you, and yeah, i was checking you out, my eyes following the outline of your thighs... it kinda turned me off that you were buying gee-pee-cees, but everybody needs a hobby, right?
you apoligized...
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i was just getting a cherry/coke slurpee on a whim... my cousin wanted chocolate milk, so he begged me to stop at the s'leven. i was in line behind you, and yeah, i was checking you out, my eyes following the outline of your thighs... it kinda turned me off that you were buying gee-pee-cees, but everybody needs a hobby, right?
you apoligized...
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mothra:
no free stickers at Fairey's show, but great prints... although most you could buy off the internet.
ragtag:
i like the way you write. and yup violence is good and nope i haven't seen that one.
it's the kind of morning where you destroy all the pictures you took of yourself... it's a brand new day to lose your train of thought, to wonder why your co-workers are all begining to look like errol flynn. the flourescent lights are like chipped daggers sinking into your eyes, and it doesn't really surprise you when your skin starts to crawl away.
-bobby
-bobby
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themadking:
Yo soy es muy idiota!
So, Bobby, it happened again. For the fourth time in five years (it sounds like a long time, but it's not), I bought a pair of pants or skirt or whatever piece of clothing, and in the pocket was one of those "Inspected By" tags. Now, almost every new article of clothing (and a few of the used ones) I buy has an "Inspected By" tag in it. But usually it's an obscure, large number like 386 or 4099. Once I got a name. But four times now, four times, I've gotten the same inspector for my clothing. Which one was he or she, you ask? What? You don't ask? Well, fuck you, I'm telling you.
Inspector Number 23.
That's right. This one guy has personally inspected four articles of my clothing.
Now, I don't want to sound paranoid here, but what do you suppose it means? Is it just a randomly recurring number? Coincidence? I don't think it can be. Once is happenstance, twice is coincidence, three times is enemy action. What's four? Death?
Well, Bobby, this may be the end for me. And I never told you my true name. But don't mourn my passing. Celebrate it as a joyous occasion. There are other worlds than these. At least, Stephen King says so.
On the off chance that I'm not to wake up dead tomorrow, though, don't disregard this message entirely. Take it to heart that there is an answer, and it's not forty-two. It's twenty-three, goddammit. Well, that's all for now, I guess. Chances are I'll be posting tomorrow. If not, though, let them know that I accepted my fate with quiet stoicism.
PS: This is what part of the alphabet would look like if Q and R were eliminated.
PPS: Just to reassure you, I'm not really this crazy. Almost, but not quite.
[Edited on Sep 03, 2003]
So, Bobby, it happened again. For the fourth time in five years (it sounds like a long time, but it's not), I bought a pair of pants or skirt or whatever piece of clothing, and in the pocket was one of those "Inspected By" tags. Now, almost every new article of clothing (and a few of the used ones) I buy has an "Inspected By" tag in it. But usually it's an obscure, large number like 386 or 4099. Once I got a name. But four times now, four times, I've gotten the same inspector for my clothing. Which one was he or she, you ask? What? You don't ask? Well, fuck you, I'm telling you.
Inspector Number 23.
That's right. This one guy has personally inspected four articles of my clothing.
Now, I don't want to sound paranoid here, but what do you suppose it means? Is it just a randomly recurring number? Coincidence? I don't think it can be. Once is happenstance, twice is coincidence, three times is enemy action. What's four? Death?
Well, Bobby, this may be the end for me. And I never told you my true name. But don't mourn my passing. Celebrate it as a joyous occasion. There are other worlds than these. At least, Stephen King says so.
On the off chance that I'm not to wake up dead tomorrow, though, don't disregard this message entirely. Take it to heart that there is an answer, and it's not forty-two. It's twenty-three, goddammit. Well, that's all for now, I guess. Chances are I'll be posting tomorrow. If not, though, let them know that I accepted my fate with quiet stoicism.
PS: This is what part of the alphabet would look like if Q and R were eliminated.
PPS: Just to reassure you, I'm not really this crazy. Almost, but not quite.
[Edited on Sep 03, 2003]
themadking:
No, I didn't get No 23 four times in a row, but the last two times have been in a row.
And, about seeing whatever you want wherever you look, I don't think that's true in the case of 23. When I first read the Hitchhiker's Guide trilogy, I consciously and unconsiously looked for the number 42 everywhere I could. I only found it in a few places, and they weren't very interesting. Twenty-three, however, really is everywhere; granted, it's not as everywhere as I would hope, but it is all around.
Of course, the Hubble Constant thingy was a neat revalation. So maybe the answer is 42, but the question has a few 23s.
And, about seeing whatever you want wherever you look, I don't think that's true in the case of 23. When I first read the Hitchhiker's Guide trilogy, I consciously and unconsiously looked for the number 42 everywhere I could. I only found it in a few places, and they weren't very interesting. Twenty-three, however, really is everywhere; granted, it's not as everywhere as I would hope, but it is all around.
Of course, the Hubble Constant thingy was a neat revalation. So maybe the answer is 42, but the question has a few 23s.
I deleted this journal entry because after i read it, i felt i sounded like a big nerd (which i guess i am), but even more so, i sounded like a whiny little bitch... or ray romano.
everybody loves bobby.
-bobby
everybody loves bobby.
-bobby