hyenahell

i love the dead boys, their best songs are aint it fun and all this and more. and yea thats the version of and the band played i keep listening to.

what happend last night?

Oh, it can always get worse.

I didn't know there were summer doldrums in NOLA that prevented people from going out and getting drunk. That sucks that you had a bad night at work, though.

Remind me to be more entertaining the next time I reply to your journal, okay? Thanks.

jesus fucking christ....i saw bitch all you want, youve earned it

im not surprised about the bail, this is America where someone who has some weed on em can go to jail for life but a rapist and a murderer only get 15 to 20 at most.

Friends.
I know what you mean about not looking too strange but still being treated like you look so different for some reason.
Thank you for the sweet wishes once again.

"a series of altars and print little cards to go with them, that people can take. like saint cards, if you ever had those growing up."

Very cool! Altars to who?

Damn. I wanna go to Kentucky to get some Everclear.

lol. I love baths, but you and I are so alike. I'm a wiggle worm. Maybe some day we can meet and twitch together.
Thanks for loving the new picture.
Believe me, I'm enjoying this happiness. I really really am. And my suspicions about it aren't weighing me down. It's just.......curious.
My candle is burning, burning, burning through the gates of hell.

I tried reading in the bath once. Once. my book got all soggy and i hate when my books arent perfect. I nearly get wicked pissed when the fuckin things get a crease in the binding. but im too cheap to buy hardcovers.

Dear you may take up as much of my journal space as you fucking feel, no one else uses it and i like hearing your thoughts on what cones outta my mind.

Where you go to college at?

much love

one day, i shall buy you a beer or 20
i love that pic.. hehehe
i've been gone so long, i'm outta th'loop.. you moved back home?

No, you made my day. If you want to be the irish moth, I'll be the flaming whiskey, or something like that.

And knowing how my previous attempts to get hitched have been foiled by bureaucracy (I was supposed to be legally married in APRIL, for fuck's sake), I'm not really placing any bets that it'll actually happen next week. That's just when I blocked out the time off work to make another attempt to tilt at the windmill that is the Brooklyn municipal building.

Besides, this still gives you plenty of time to take a bus up to NYC and work out the details of the "naked HyenaHell jumping out of a cake" festivities I had planned in my head.

Oh, and once you get a chance to see my new naked pics, you'll wind up thanking your parents for setting up their PC so you couldn't see them.

So hey, now online more often girl, you should maybe write me some email or IM me sometime. Hint, hint.

But all rampant journal abuse must come to an end, so keep on kicking ass and whatnot.

In an odd coincidence, my parents also live in Kentucky. We'll have to co-ordinate these parental visits better in the future.

Being around my family always winds up bothering me because it makes me feel like I'm still the fucked up person I was in junior high, as opposed to the much differently fucked up person I am now.

It's also weird to be reminded of how much of my personality comes from my parents, as opposed to being actually original. Nothing's better for the ego than the feeling that you're a shitty carbon copy of your parents.

But ride out the pensive and defensive, enjoy the canine company if not the human company, and say hello once you're back in the big easy.

Kentucky, huh? Is the chicken good there?

". they're all reminders, almost like tattoos, of events both good and bad. i'd never get rid of them."

YES. I feel the same way. I love scars.

I've heard about that tattooing scarification. I'm just going to finish the one 'real' one I have with a scalpel, then that's it. I dont' really like sitting through cuttings. The one I have (the veve for Santisima Muerte) is extremely important to me, but cutting (unless ritually) just isn't for me.

I'm hoping to turn the Blondie into Joan Jett

You are scarrified? Recreationally, emotionally, or intentionally?

MMMixtape. La, la, la.

I have nothing productive to say.

(^ ^) ng

I read somewhere that self-awareness is the trait that separates human beings from other animals. There are times where I wish I could trade in my human self awareness for some cool animal traits like night vision, or the ability to comfortably lick my own genitals.

But have a good trip, have fun rocking out with the parentals and the dogs, update or email if you're near a computer and a phone line, if not, you'll be missed for a week.

hey just wanted to say sorry i aint been around nor have i posted to you. but as always you are in my thoughts dear.

Fuck that casting off of mortal chains bullshit, everyone self-medicates themselves in some way. It's just a quest to find which form of self-medication, self-denial or self-delusion that doesn't fuck yourself or the people you run into too much. I'll let you know when I find mine.

But I hope you survived your bartending shift, and I can wait until you're back in balance before expecting another journal update.

Get some sleep and know that positive wishes are being beamed your way through the magic that is the internet.

Hiya Hyena. I like the profile pic.
Damnitall. I'm sorry you can't get any sleep. I know what thats like. Wish i could do something to actively help you.
Cant say i have cast of me chains either lass.
Such is life huh.
Oh sweet. You like Cemetary Man. I didn't think anyone else on this damn planet has seen that w00t! that just made my day. I just finished watching a movie called Dead Man with John Depp. It kicked ass. If you're in the mood to rent something different, rent that. It wont let you down.

Take care.
I truly hope stuff jumps back for you.
me thoughts are with ya hearty.

~L.O.~

lone pub crawls aren't good for you

I also found that not showering for a few weeks and wearing the same clothes also kept the muggers away. At least that's how I got through living in a crack-friendly neighborhood in my younger years.

At least you have a reason to walk places. Losers like me who don't drink would just have the walking, and what's a pub crawl without the pubs?

Gotta run...drop me a comment sometime, and I hope you get huge amounts of tips tonight.