Wednesday Jun 11, 2003

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Fuck it, I'm gonna go live on the beach out west. I'm tired of waking up in the morning. I'm sick of showering. I'm bored with putting clothes on. I'm totally done with driving to work. I'm finished with opening the door to the fucking record store. Spare me another encounter with what Toledo, Ohio has to offer as far as functioning humans go. Fuck spending another minute actually listening to what my bosses have to say. I want none of what this world has to offer. I wish I was never born in this little fucking slave circus and the whole dog and pony show within. Why couldn't I have been born in the Blue Lagoon with Brooke Shields and that afro blonde guy? They seem like alright people. Hell, there aint nothing wrong with Brooke Shields' breasts and coconut milk. Sounds mighty fucking peachy to me. Get a nice fucking tan. Salt water ocean breezes blowing up my loin cloth....no fucking phone with revolting consuming blobs on the other end:

"DO YOU HAVE ANY THREE DOG NIGHT ON CASSETTE? HOW ABOUT ANY ATARI GAMES THAT I CAN STICK IN MY SUPER SIZED AMERICAN ASS? WHAT, YOU MEAN TO TELL ME YOU'RE OUT OF THE NEW LIL' KIM CD? HOW DO YOU SUPPOSE I'M GOING TO GET PREGNANT AND/OR CATCH A VENERAL DISEASE TONIGHT WITH NO SHITTY BUMP AND GRIND BUMPS? FUCK YOU!"

I want badly to work away from people and to not have to talk to anyone ever again. Too bad there isn't any clock towers around here. You can get good shots from a hunting rifle atop clock towers or perhaps a church bell tower. You gotta have brass fucking balls to be assassinating people from atop the house of the lord. I haven't even reached that kinda depth yet. Perhaps one more day of foul smelling trashy fucks with their fireplug shit producing children would get me in that precious Lee Harvey Oswald frame of mind. Fucking gutter trash. With their fucking fake gold, fake piercings, bullshit asian symbol tatoos, bullshit basketball gear, that fucking axel grease and butthole smell...

APOCALYPSE NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

mad mad mad mad mad

soundtrack of the day
THE JAM "Town Called Malice"

gotta love that Motown bassline..tapping my toes to keep me from going across town and killing people
alisa:
sorry i haven't been able to get on as much as i would have liked. sounds like you needed someone to gab to. have you been on the chat yet? don't you go shooting people without me and hogging up all the fun.

xxx

it was pasty and edina from absolutely fabulous. it was from an episode flashback. i changed it though. i'm going to be doing that a lot. maybe. if i can get my image studio to work again. right now it's just me again.

and i don't think i'll have to much trouble at my job it's a new co and they left to start this one because their old bosses were assholes. so it should be chill and phone surveys aren't hard at all. and i've done it before.

[Edited on Jun 13, 2003]
cheech:
My favorite Motown bassline is "I Can't Stand for Falling Down" by Elvis II. I never saw a Lexicon Devil book, and I'm sorry to miss it, if Paul Lynde was in it. I love the old Gong Show. I know, Paul wasn't a judge...it's too bad. That would've been a great Gong Show, with judges Paul Lynde, Darby Crash, and CW McCall or Jordan the punker/model (& star of Jubilee, as punker/historian Amyl Nitrate).
So, DO you have any Three Dog Night on cassette?? "One" was on the radio earlier today and I was thinking-- a good band name would be Five Pussy Day...

ps - I know you're new here. It's nice when people tell you how to do stuff. If you wanna go back and add more to a comment you wrote in a journal or thread, you just click on the little word "EDIT" on your comment and then you can retype stuff. I do it all the time; I make a shitload of typos...

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