Well to all you cats suffering from Halloween sugar madness, I say SUFFER! You did it to yo' self! Now in terms of whats been happening since a few days ago, nothing has changed. I still can't walk like a normal person. Constantly feel like someone is kicking me in the balls. HOORAY for HERNIAS!! and 1 and 2 and 3 and 4 and 5 and 6 and 7 and HOORAY for HERNIAS!
Aside from that it's getting easier to sit at this computer o'mine and type lovely things for people not to read. I'm not bitter. I understand that it's more interesting to leave posts and comments on boards or in group boards about mostly stupid and innane subjects then it is to read my particular journal, I know I do. Hell, I live in my life. It can get repetative sometimes. Sometimes repetative is all my days are. My days are sometimes so repetative it's not funny. It's funny how sometimes my days are so repetative. . . . .
What I have noticed is that as journals go I have no power over what people will think or will not think outside these virtual walls. I'm not a Suicide Girl, or a girl for that matter (although my father would beg to differ after seeing me cry to the scene in Jedi where Luke burns Vaders twisted human and mechanical body atop a vikingesque funeral pyre) so who in their right mind is gonna read what I have to type.
There are of course some people who wish to be enlightened of the mundane but generally everybody looks at pictures of hot chicks instead of making the world a better place. Now some would argue that looking at hot chicks does indeed make the world a better place, and I like so many before me, am inclined to agree, BUT! there is still so much happening around us that we must take heed. Warn our fellow beings. Every man, woman, child, staright, gay, lesbian, mutant, zygiote, ameba(?) needs to understand that this world is changing everyday and we the community of earth, not the people in power, the politicians, 'cause they're all fucked! (even the good ones have'ta suck some cock to get shit done) we the people of earth must help shape the world into a better place for our children (collectively generally speaking(?)), our own futures, the man who sleeps on the corner, the guy who had a crush on you in High school, the girl who thought you were an asshole, the kid who grew up with a crack mum, the prostitute who just can't get out of the game no matter what she does, the fundamentalist christians who really need to get on the same page as human beings, I vote HUMAN!
LET"S DO IT!!!!!! WE'LL CHANGE THE WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FOR THE BETTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tangents are for free.
Gettin' a new band together. already started writing songs. Fucking excited, man. New band, good buddies, new songs, old dreams refurnished, gonna be awesome. That's pretty much it so far. And I will be contacting various SG's between the next few entries (or never, depends on how brave I am to leave them some questions) and see about where their head is. (Does that make sense?)
Oh, and one last thing I have finally found My real imaginary wife. Justine Joli. Pornstar, geekgirl, (she at the San Diego Comic Convention, friends told me) beautiful, not too young, not too old, . . . . . . . I'm gonna marry her! . . . . . Ah, the wedding . . . . . . . .ah, the children . . . . . ah, the life . . . . . we'll back to reality! I caaaaaaaaan dream about yoouuuu, If I can't hold you toniiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.
I can't believe it. I found her after all these years of searching, everywhere, no information, no dvd's, no videos, even my porn freak friends didn't know who she was . . . I shall forever remember yesterday!
As some psychology students might theorise I have no brain left. Some of you are aware that this is my 4th or 5th consecutive week (can't tell the days apart anymore, AAARRGGHHH BRAIN MELTIIIIIIIINGGG) inprisoned in this house o'mine. I feel like the guys in those sci-fi movies who live for the computer screen and are always reached by the hero for some much needed information on said badguy of the week/movie.
I have lost all grip on reality and my imagination is so powerful I'm scared reality won't be able to fight back in it's weakened state. SAVE ME REALITY!!!!!!
Although my imagination is pretty convincing. And I get everything I want. wink, wink. Even the harem I always wanted!!! How cool is THAT!!!!
I'd better stop. . . . . . .
I really have nothing interesting to say. I think I'll just go and join JustineJoli.com.
That's enough me. I'll type soon . . . .
See ya,
Zee
Aside from that it's getting easier to sit at this computer o'mine and type lovely things for people not to read. I'm not bitter. I understand that it's more interesting to leave posts and comments on boards or in group boards about mostly stupid and innane subjects then it is to read my particular journal, I know I do. Hell, I live in my life. It can get repetative sometimes. Sometimes repetative is all my days are. My days are sometimes so repetative it's not funny. It's funny how sometimes my days are so repetative. . . . .
What I have noticed is that as journals go I have no power over what people will think or will not think outside these virtual walls. I'm not a Suicide Girl, or a girl for that matter (although my father would beg to differ after seeing me cry to the scene in Jedi where Luke burns Vaders twisted human and mechanical body atop a vikingesque funeral pyre) so who in their right mind is gonna read what I have to type.
There are of course some people who wish to be enlightened of the mundane but generally everybody looks at pictures of hot chicks instead of making the world a better place. Now some would argue that looking at hot chicks does indeed make the world a better place, and I like so many before me, am inclined to agree, BUT! there is still so much happening around us that we must take heed. Warn our fellow beings. Every man, woman, child, staright, gay, lesbian, mutant, zygiote, ameba(?) needs to understand that this world is changing everyday and we the community of earth, not the people in power, the politicians, 'cause they're all fucked! (even the good ones have'ta suck some cock to get shit done) we the people of earth must help shape the world into a better place for our children (collectively generally speaking(?)), our own futures, the man who sleeps on the corner, the guy who had a crush on you in High school, the girl who thought you were an asshole, the kid who grew up with a crack mum, the prostitute who just can't get out of the game no matter what she does, the fundamentalist christians who really need to get on the same page as human beings, I vote HUMAN!
LET"S DO IT!!!!!! WE'LL CHANGE THE WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FOR THE BETTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tangents are for free.
Gettin' a new band together. already started writing songs. Fucking excited, man. New band, good buddies, new songs, old dreams refurnished, gonna be awesome. That's pretty much it so far. And I will be contacting various SG's between the next few entries (or never, depends on how brave I am to leave them some questions) and see about where their head is. (Does that make sense?)
Oh, and one last thing I have finally found My real imaginary wife. Justine Joli. Pornstar, geekgirl, (she at the San Diego Comic Convention, friends told me) beautiful, not too young, not too old, . . . . . . . I'm gonna marry her! . . . . . Ah, the wedding . . . . . . . .ah, the children . . . . . ah, the life . . . . . we'll back to reality! I caaaaaaaaan dream about yoouuuu, If I can't hold you toniiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.
I can't believe it. I found her after all these years of searching, everywhere, no information, no dvd's, no videos, even my porn freak friends didn't know who she was . . . I shall forever remember yesterday!
As some psychology students might theorise I have no brain left. Some of you are aware that this is my 4th or 5th consecutive week (can't tell the days apart anymore, AAARRGGHHH BRAIN MELTIIIIIIIINGGG) inprisoned in this house o'mine. I feel like the guys in those sci-fi movies who live for the computer screen and are always reached by the hero for some much needed information on said badguy of the week/movie.
I have lost all grip on reality and my imagination is so powerful I'm scared reality won't be able to fight back in it's weakened state. SAVE ME REALITY!!!!!!
Although my imagination is pretty convincing. And I get everything I want. wink, wink. Even the harem I always wanted!!! How cool is THAT!!!!
I'd better stop. . . . . . .
I really have nothing interesting to say. I think I'll just go and join JustineJoli.com.
That's enough me. I'll type soon . . . .
See ya,
Zee
You should put that on a t-shirt. I'd buy it.
~bb