better and worse. had a really nasty blowout with some family. I'm a fucking timebomb these days. Approach with caution. I guess I will still apologize even though I don't think I was wrong.
had a visitor today. you'd think he'd have more to say for himself than he did. but he did come when I asked, which hasnt happened in a long time.
my friend, and dance partner kidnapped me this evening and took me out to see some friends in bumfucknowhere and smoke lots of blunts. I'll never turn down a good blunt. Well, unless it was a sour apple one, that makes me want to retch. anyfuckinghow
so, he says to me: file the appeal, apply for that job. wait for your present to get there.
and so I'd like to say to him: I hope your ass grows together, and you have a twenty year bout of impotence. oh yeah, can I have my panties back from being stuffed into the glove compartment of your eversocool 65K luxury sport utility vehicle.
I started on my resume this evening, but I know that I will not even get near finishing it tonight, so I am not going to sweat it. I wanna do some more animation. or try. In other news, I do sound pretty fucking good on paper. Hooray for the total package
heard from someone else surprising today. it shouldnt, but it does, make me even more lonely. how fucking weird am I?
need to do laundry soon. my social d long sleeved shirt smells like dog. I also need to wash my bedsheets, which smell like a combination of someone, and dog. *sigh*
I guess I'm getting better because I'm starting to feel sexual again. No, let me take that back, I'm starting to feel libidinous again.
I need nothing more than to be filled out like an application. I can dream....
I'm trying not to think about this job I am applying for. It would make so many things right. I'd be making money again, and I wouldnt feel like my mind was stagnating, like the rest of me.
random:did anyone catch any part of Dubya's State of the Union address? I have always avoided politics and government in general, but I really don't like what I am seeing these days.
don't be alarmed if you smell something burning upstairs, just a little bb rolling around in a boxcar
sorry, I am trying to keep the self depreciation to a minimum, but you know how hard that can get...
I decided that I certainly do not have enough ink. I said I would wait awhile after the sacred heart, but now, I believe that when I get the funds, I'm going to start working on a half-sleeve on my left arm. Any suggestions or ideas are always greatly appreciated.
also, I can't get new skin because of all my beautiful artwork. what the fuck was I thinking?
must stop eating everything I can get my hands on. Starting to get sorta soft. Even if I have been rendered unfuckable for the time being, I can always make myself hot again and post pictures of myself on the internet and inspire lustful thoughts that shall remained as of yet unrequited....muhahahaha
this has been another test of the emergency broadcast system. Had there been an actual emergency, you my friends, are fucked. We will now return to your regularly scheduled progamming.
And I want to conquer the world,
Give all the idiots a brand new religion,
Put an end to poverty, uncleanliness and toil,
Promote equality in all of my decisions
I want to conquer the world,
Expose the culprits and feed them to the children,
I'll do away with air pollution and then all save the whales,
We'll have peace on earth and global communion
had a visitor today. you'd think he'd have more to say for himself than he did. but he did come when I asked, which hasnt happened in a long time.
my friend, and dance partner kidnapped me this evening and took me out to see some friends in bumfucknowhere and smoke lots of blunts. I'll never turn down a good blunt. Well, unless it was a sour apple one, that makes me want to retch. anyfuckinghow
so, he says to me: file the appeal, apply for that job. wait for your present to get there.
and so I'd like to say to him: I hope your ass grows together, and you have a twenty year bout of impotence. oh yeah, can I have my panties back from being stuffed into the glove compartment of your eversocool 65K luxury sport utility vehicle.
I started on my resume this evening, but I know that I will not even get near finishing it tonight, so I am not going to sweat it. I wanna do some more animation. or try. In other news, I do sound pretty fucking good on paper. Hooray for the total package
heard from someone else surprising today. it shouldnt, but it does, make me even more lonely. how fucking weird am I?
need to do laundry soon. my social d long sleeved shirt smells like dog. I also need to wash my bedsheets, which smell like a combination of someone, and dog. *sigh*
I guess I'm getting better because I'm starting to feel sexual again. No, let me take that back, I'm starting to feel libidinous again.
I need nothing more than to be filled out like an application. I can dream....
I'm trying not to think about this job I am applying for. It would make so many things right. I'd be making money again, and I wouldnt feel like my mind was stagnating, like the rest of me.
random:did anyone catch any part of Dubya's State of the Union address? I have always avoided politics and government in general, but I really don't like what I am seeing these days.
don't be alarmed if you smell something burning upstairs, just a little bb rolling around in a boxcar
sorry, I am trying to keep the self depreciation to a minimum, but you know how hard that can get...
I decided that I certainly do not have enough ink. I said I would wait awhile after the sacred heart, but now, I believe that when I get the funds, I'm going to start working on a half-sleeve on my left arm. Any suggestions or ideas are always greatly appreciated.
also, I can't get new skin because of all my beautiful artwork. what the fuck was I thinking?
must stop eating everything I can get my hands on. Starting to get sorta soft. Even if I have been rendered unfuckable for the time being, I can always make myself hot again and post pictures of myself on the internet and inspire lustful thoughts that shall remained as of yet unrequited....muhahahaha
this has been another test of the emergency broadcast system. Had there been an actual emergency, you my friends, are fucked. We will now return to your regularly scheduled progamming.
And I want to conquer the world,
Give all the idiots a brand new religion,
Put an end to poverty, uncleanliness and toil,
Promote equality in all of my decisions
I want to conquer the world,
Expose the culprits and feed them to the children,
I'll do away with air pollution and then all save the whales,
We'll have peace on earth and global communion
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matt_organic:
Signing on is a British thing, it means going on the dole - unemployment benefits. If you put your name down and apply for jobs with them, the government gives you a very small amount of money a week to get you by until you find work. That's the idea anyway...
hellcatjustine:
oh, like the thing they said I couldn't have here. ok. I understand now.