AAARRGH, fuck it!
While I'm here, I may as well leave an entry, before I embark on a wild night of TV, and downloading patches to repair this heap, I call my friendly neighbourhood computer. A sprinkle of sifting through a years worth newspapers for images I can use as reference and listening to cd's I haven't heard in a while.
Time to cycle the the depths of my collection and see what I have hiding in the caverns! I wonder, will I find something interesting to listen to. . . . . FUCK YEAH!
Actually, I think its time to listen to all the bad music I have. I'm sure it's there, I know it's there. Everybody makes mistakes. Although, some of the really bad stuff I secretly enjoy.(insert appropriate emoticon)
I'd use one, but my ex-girlfriend over dosed on them, and they kinda make me dryreach, in an annoying kinda way. I don't mind other people using them, I just don't like using them myself. . . and I hate it when people overuse them. I'm a firm believer of grammar expressing what you feel, or mean.
Did I write about . . . . . . yeah i did. (that was a shit joke)
I'm Fuckin bored!!!! I guess I should do something a little more productive than killing time until the Saturday movie comes on.
I gotta start marketing myself more! There ain't nothin like a good marketing campaign to raise the level of friends, wealth, promote popularity, get chicks, lord knows I need chicks (it's been a while), I mean, I REALLY NEED A WOMAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Maybe that's a little too self deprecating.(Hmmm?) Oh well, fuck it!
It has been written! Who am I to question that which is written, I simply am a man. A man who simply . . . . needs to find the meaning of my own existence before I can go around contemplating that of the universes hold on a general concensus of women who think all men a SHIT!
Which is far from the truth even though the truth is farther still.
Fuck I'm bored. . . .
I"m gonna write something creative next time. I'm also gonna search this vast(I really like their old stuff.me) website and try to engage others in healthy discussions about . . . . . . no I'm not. I'm just gonna look for a non-threatening thread and leave my thoughts on it in the written form under the last comment before me.
If there's extra letters or mispelled words in this entry, I take no responsibility in a diagnosis of dyslexia. I just write the words, you read them.
So, stay on course my fellows, I have a date with impending boredem. Watchin' TV while everyone is out drinking their livers to high heaven. Ahh, the sweet smell of dust burning as the heater burns particles from the air, the tiny screeching noise the TV makes when you listen real close and the warm feeling of seeing movies on free to air network television, without a remote to switch channels with.
See ya when ya back is sore . . . .
Zee
While I'm here, I may as well leave an entry, before I embark on a wild night of TV, and downloading patches to repair this heap, I call my friendly neighbourhood computer. A sprinkle of sifting through a years worth newspapers for images I can use as reference and listening to cd's I haven't heard in a while.
Time to cycle the the depths of my collection and see what I have hiding in the caverns! I wonder, will I find something interesting to listen to. . . . . FUCK YEAH!
Actually, I think its time to listen to all the bad music I have. I'm sure it's there, I know it's there. Everybody makes mistakes. Although, some of the really bad stuff I secretly enjoy.(insert appropriate emoticon)
I'd use one, but my ex-girlfriend over dosed on them, and they kinda make me dryreach, in an annoying kinda way. I don't mind other people using them, I just don't like using them myself. . . and I hate it when people overuse them. I'm a firm believer of grammar expressing what you feel, or mean.
Did I write about . . . . . . yeah i did. (that was a shit joke)
I'm Fuckin bored!!!! I guess I should do something a little more productive than killing time until the Saturday movie comes on.
I gotta start marketing myself more! There ain't nothin like a good marketing campaign to raise the level of friends, wealth, promote popularity, get chicks, lord knows I need chicks (it's been a while), I mean, I REALLY NEED A WOMAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Maybe that's a little too self deprecating.(Hmmm?) Oh well, fuck it!
It has been written! Who am I to question that which is written, I simply am a man. A man who simply . . . . needs to find the meaning of my own existence before I can go around contemplating that of the universes hold on a general concensus of women who think all men a SHIT!
Which is far from the truth even though the truth is farther still.
Fuck I'm bored. . . .
I"m gonna write something creative next time. I'm also gonna search this vast(I really like their old stuff.me) website and try to engage others in healthy discussions about . . . . . . no I'm not. I'm just gonna look for a non-threatening thread and leave my thoughts on it in the written form under the last comment before me.
If there's extra letters or mispelled words in this entry, I take no responsibility in a diagnosis of dyslexia. I just write the words, you read them.
So, stay on course my fellows, I have a date with impending boredem. Watchin' TV while everyone is out drinking their livers to high heaven. Ahh, the sweet smell of dust burning as the heater burns particles from the air, the tiny screeching noise the TV makes when you listen real close and the warm feeling of seeing movies on free to air network television, without a remote to switch channels with.
See ya when ya back is sore . . . .
Zee