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Im heading out to Atlanta with some friends in about 2 hours.
Im not looking forward to the drive.
Ipod? Ready, check.
Pillow? Check too.

I can get use to this travelling for music and radio shows. hehe.


out.
jj_r0x0rz:
dude thats far
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I honestly think I care too much about popculture, not a bad thing, just stating it.

Baby Suri is a fake.
jj_r0x0rz:
tongue
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Im hooked unto the TV, one side Fosters Home For Imaginary Friends and then a Law and Order marathon.

meow:
Thanx for the set comments! kiss

miao!!
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Cheap Thrill and Cigarette Smoke
It's a Wednesday nite on a rainy avenue
Indie screams, sleepless dreams

They own this
all of this
resist me
my world into you

Black dye, polished smiles and sexy lips
not to be confused with lisps for image
gay for pay? maybe
she'll try anything once or twice or thrice

later on
much later on
it's 6am the smell...
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mike11:
Do you keep in contact with Karen at all anymore?
mike11:
If you remember tell her Mike from SG said hello.
I am a friend of one of her high school friends and we used to talk on here until she bugged out.
I wish she would come back...

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jj_r0x0rz:
for some reason this made me laugh and think of you

May 10, 2006

On death. Death is a funny thing. It's like magic. We're here. Then poof. We're gone. Imagine what it was like for the first organism to experience death. The amoeba. He must've been like, "Oh shit! Oh shit! I'm... fading away! What the hell is this sensation!? Aaauughhh! Oh Amoeba God, make it stop!" And then, after a fierce protoplasmic death rattle, it's gone. Poof. Magic. Maybe his amoeba buddies gave him a proper burial, dressed him up in a little black outfit and placed him in a tiny casket. Actually, no. They all must've been freaked out. It was the First Death Of Anything Ever. They were probably like, "Dude, what happened to Fred?" as they watched his lifeless single-cell body float off in the primordial ooze, nary a trace of the jubilance and zest for life he once displayed. Maybe they thought it was cool. Maybe they were like, "Wow. Check out Fred. He's all frozen! That's so weird! I want to be dead too! I want to be dead like Fred!" Fred probably started the whole Goth thing. In his wake, he inspired countless other single-cell organisms to be sullen depressives, moping around, wearing little amoeba boots with huge buckles on them, putting on too much mascara and singing Nine Inch Nails songs. So it's all Fred's fault. Fred the Amoeba: Inventor of Goth.
-Tatsuya ishida
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jj_r0x0rz:
sheeesh hate hate hate...
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I am well beyond sick and not enjoying it; I mean, who enjoys being sick.

can't speak, can't think, can't sing, can't drink.

ugh! puke




out.
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uh huh yeah wahtever. if you say so.

I will never understand., sometimes it's of a matter of choice more than anything, a matter of knowing when things might change or die or get re-born. I have no interest in such things, my life is my own take on reality .

What if I decide to be a spooky ghost?
What if the reflection on...
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jj_r0x0rz:
poot thats what i say awh!!!
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I don't want to be here right now, I wish I was at The Dungeon in LA spinning some Die Form then going to Ihop on Sunset for breakfast with Betty and Llovani.

Yes, that's what I want.
beautiful_chaos:
pursue what makes you happy then!! smile
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Sometimes I miss people, sometimes I miss situations, sometimes I really don't care. I often think, am I doing the right thing? Am I going to end up a washed up 40-something telling people about when I use to be an artist? (ie. dj for a show or socialite with an elite sense of music)

I guess today is one of those days...when I think...
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