shojo

All this pink is kicking the shit out of what's left of my testosterone...
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So, here's the scoop... there's thirty minutes left of Valentine's day and the keyboard player in Bleeding Through totally gave me the cold shoulder. Hook a brother up!

Haven't been able to get to a computer so I could access the internet so I could reach the url in which I own a journal to update so I can relay information in which the details of my life are laid out or attempt at wit are made.

....but I can see from the one comment left on my journal since I was gone...
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Well, I applied for position of Videogame blog editor. It was worth a shot, I suppose... but on further reflection it might not have been a great idea.

I mean, it wasn't that bad of a piece I submitted to Sean, yeah, bad enough to probably edge him into hunting me down and kneecapping me with a golf club, but not so bad that he'd...
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Okay people, the time has come to put a stop to this. Listen, and listen well, you CAN relate your approval of a suicide girl set without the same ho-hum comment that goes along the lines of this: "omg!!!! ."

I promise it'll make your life better and beautifulerer... just read this testimony from professional koala bear wrestler George Mackenzie who has stopped using the...
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Boy do I have a lot of things to talk about.... and guess what? You're going to read all of it and wallow in the deep dark depths of your disinterest until the very last word.

*Details on my first experience in a nightclub have been omitted due to the fact that what I wrote is so amazingly insipid that it makes me want to...
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I highly enjoy conversations with my 2 year old sister.

Her: I'm gonna clean mah ear.

Me: Hah, oh yeah? Why?

Her: ..........Because it's dirty. *Sneezes, spraying more mucus than could possibly be in her 35 lbs. body all over the couch*

The word is out, friends! Bert McCracken, lead singer of The Used, truly does want you to fuck his ass. I think manners dictate you oblidge.
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I've recently realized that Led Zepplin has not been in my favorite bands list for a long time now. What the fuck is wrong with me?

WARNING, THIS JOURNAL ENTRY CONTAINS A GEEKY VIDEO GAME REVIEW, IF YOU ARE A GIRL WHO I'D POSSIBLY LIKE TO SLEEP WITH PLEASE PRETEND I'M WRITING ABOUT MY WORK OUT AT THE GYM OR THE TIME I SAVED A BOX OF KITTENS FROM A FURNACE!

Alas and alack, my newest venture into the survivor-horror realm, embodied as Fatal Frame II, is not as scary...
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Fine, I'll bloody admit it. I desire someone to connect with. Girlfriend, buddy, or lovable but mischevious pet probiscis monkey named "John Locke" Hmm... any ladies and/or monkeys accepting resumes?

Let me tell you something, my little internet ferrets. I dislike having sex dreams. I can imagine you now, your hand slowly withdrawing from the front of your pants to your head in order to scratch it quizzically. You mumble to yourself, "But how can anybody dislike sex dreams? Why, they're better than Lee press-on nails or a game of strip hop-skotch."

Let me explain....
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