exquisite

so what where you downloading?

Awhuzza? Gender change?

hows the pirate business.... good i hope

canada next year for a few months boarding and traveling... beers are on me... as well as a few scurvy dogs to walk the plank for ye pleasure...

huzah!!!



keep eating... dont let me down

what you eating... anything tasty... i could do with a snack actually....

maybe he just wanted to get his wiener in some warm buns...

thanks for your comment on this Members you want to wake up to.

Unfortunately it appears to be over already.

Just trying to work through it now.

You life isn't reality. It's just someone's Idea of a great dream. When you dream it's someone else's reality. Try to dream of something really fucked up and imagine how that guy feels.

I don't know if anyone told you, but you appear to be living in a photocopier or something. Haha, I kid, I kid. I'm the last one to make fun of anyone's camera... seeing as how I don't actually own one. I just mooch. Mooch I do.

That all sounds pretty amazing though. I love nights like that. They usually end up on Saturdays too. Convenient I think the way that happens. I would think that even if you don't believe its your reality, at least on a night like this you can hitch a free ride on someone else's card. I won't tell.

I did lose something amazing though, its just too bad that somewhere along the way I forgot how amazing it was. Now I start that hard road of recovery. I've never done it cold turkey before though, so we'll see how it goes.

i offer my services im like a teddy bear!!

I'm in the midst of a break-up after the better part of 4 years, so I can't even being to share any feelings of lonliness, but in contrast to what I'm used to, I'm pretty fucked up right now.

Cheers to anyone who feels alone, I highly reccomend getting heavily wasted. At least it worked for me tonight.

If I need to pull a story from the deepest, most mold-ridden, stank, dark, and immensely disturbing reaches of my mind, I can like that. I mean, I have some happy shit in some happily dank corner too, if thats your thing.

But, when it comes to telling a story in autobiographical fashion, I just plain suck. I tried it, twice. Oh yes, twice. And it made me sick. I caved. I succumbed to my weakness and had given up. I didn't want to disapoint though, and so here is my story somewhat... abridged.

So several years ago I went to this concert I'd been looking forward too all year - Pumpkins, APC, whatever. Beautiful weather, great music, and when it can't get any better, I meet this girl near the pit. We talk and flirt, and end up spending the whole Pumpkins set pretty much attached. Let me tell you, the excitement of a first date, in a mosh pit at a festival, at night, while the Pumpkins play "Drown" right in front of you is magic. We kiss and part ways, but damn! Forgot to get her number! And shes gone... I panic, and when I get home I can't think of anything but the festival boards. So I post, and a few days later I get an email! We ended up dating for 8 months.

And on the one year anniversary of when we met, after getting home from another festival, I hooked up with another girl. Lucky day that August 11th.

Hi there, sorry your stomach is giving you such trouble! There's a little story about me and Nikonjustice in my current journal, if you'd like to come and read that.

Get well soon!

mmmm, plop plop fizz fizz

It should be officially stated that a Google image search for "chalky pills" returned no results.

However, a search for "chalky" returned this. I have now started a christmas list, and that is number one. No shrinkage for me this winter, no sir.

HI YOU

you'll pull through lass. i'm hoping anyway... i've gone through patches where all i've had to eat was hand sandwiches and mac&cheese. i think going through these periods are a right of passage in a way. just relax. take care of what you gotta take of and the rest will flow into place.
hand sandwich= balogny rolled up in your hand with mustard on top of the balogny cause your too broke to buy the bread...lol
my worst time was when i spent a month living in a car that was never fully mine for a month when i was eighteen. ie. if any of your freinds move a thousand plus miles awayand get a band and want you to move down to be the security roady for them... don't go unless you are positive you have the cash to get by if everything goes to hell...lol
ahh... good times...lol

give me your smiles, i'll share a sweet lament or two,
to spread through all time, if just a second or few.
beguiled by the clatter of this skull casted boy,
for one smile, one whisper, all the world. all my joy.

[Edited on Aug 17, 2005 2:36PM]

you too, eh?

-the geist

Doors are always trying to start shit with me. That and my chair hair has been after me for a bit now to.

That's the funnies thing I've heard yet today. Not to laugh at your misfortune, but, that's pretty amusing indeed

He was sitting there all alone. So I walked up quietly behind him. Already I had irritating sand in my shoes and felt sleepy, but I fought the urge. I went up, and whispered...

Sandman, I'm so alone.
Don't have nobody to call my own.
Please turn on your magic beam.
Mister Sandman, bring me a dream.

Then I splashed water on him and ran away giggling. I don't think I'll ever sleep again. Ever.

And yeah, I think Mr. Crocodile Hunter is traumatized. At first, I thought it was just a really good orgasm. But his face hasn't changed, its like hes petrified or something. Those monkies do have damn sharp teeth. I'd be traumatized too.

But I'm jealous of your party and your pants. Its too bad said party didn't occur in your new pants. Or maybe it did. That would be very interesting. Jello shooters in the pants. This is just going to a whole other place, so I'll stop right there. Go get some sushi though, and eat some for me too, because I have none.

It is getting colder and thats just not right. Its going down to 11 here. Brutal

That sounds like a fair deal. Only if for red flavour, whatever fruit its supposed to be. Red fruit. From the red fruit tree.

As for the ol' sandman, well... lets just say its awkward when we pass each other in the hallway. I hear from co-workers that his water cooler talk has all but ceased to exist, and that they hear wimpering occasionaly from his cubicle. Hes a big wuss.

And fine, you convinced me to share. I can't stand being called cruel, although, don't be disapointed, I'm not fortunate enough to own any spiffy couches. A spiffy couch would be nice though. So spiffy.

Warning! May contain nuts.

thanks for adding me!