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[17 May 2005|11:17am]
i have wednesday and friday off. days off lately = lame as fuck.

come on people, i have less than 6 weeks until i'm gone forever.
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[13 May 2005|10:05am]
welcome to hell
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[11 May 2005|12:00pm]
i have saturday off
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[10 May 2005|11:26am]
i have tomorrow (wednesday) off... *hint hint*
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[09 May 2005|11:35am]
i miss things...
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[07 May 2005|10:19am]
blah blah blah, don't be upset, blah blah, things will be okay...really. blah blah blah blah blah.

shut up.
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[06 May 2005|12:33pm]
and thus my pile of electronics is thinned to further my cause. am i sad? yes, but ohwell, it will makes things oh so much better in the end.

who wants to buy a pound of flesh?
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[05 May 2005|11:18am]
i wish there were less people in the world who were out to piss me off.
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[04 May 2005|11:55am]
there is now a plan. but i somehow see it failing. unless the other people involved do what they claim to be ready to do. i'm pretty much set on this end. they only thing is, if the plan doesn't work out, i might be dead in a few months...
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[03 May 2005|11:04am]
wasted days off
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[29 Apr 2005|12:44pm]
your unintentionaly icey gaze cuts me to the core. here i am exposing my being to you, and all you do is look at me. not a word, not a sound. my words strain out as my tongue feels ten sizes to big to be expressing myself with. and you just keep staring at me. the last thing a could stand now is silence, so i continue to explain what it is you mean to me. it seems as though you're not even blinking. your eyes are locked onto me. eventually i run out of possitve adjectives to descibe the ways you make me feel. and am forced to sit in the bleak silence. your eyes stay steadily upon me until you stand up and walk away. shot down again. just like i had expected.
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[29 Apr 2005|12:04pm]

why does this always happen?
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[26 Apr 2005|10:05am]
what the fuck am i going to do about this?

probably nothing...
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[22 Apr 2005|01:47pm]
still waiting on that call. please buddah let it come soon. then i can be all "peace out bitches" and maybe be happy and slightly less stressed for once in my life.

ohyeah, thanks...for nothing...fuckers
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you know what? [21 Apr 2005|10:00am]
[ mood | fuck it ]

i give up

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[20 Apr 2005|12:12pm]
my job licks fucking dried up donkey anus. i need something better so i can just be all "fuck you" to the next dick head customer, which is like 99.9% of them.

i hate myself sometimes
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[19 Apr 2005|11:58am]
i didn't even warrant having it done in person.


in other news...fuck this
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[12 Apr 2005|12:28pm]
i just don't know anymore
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[08 Apr 2005|12:53pm]
back at my moms house again. it's weird, i'm bored. my job sucks only because i don't work enough. fuck it.

seriously people, let's hang out, save me from myself.
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[03 Apr 2005|10:20pm]
this is probably the last time i'm going to be online for a while. i'm moving back to my moms house tomorrow and she doesn't have internet access. i'll be working at FYE for a while and trying to save up money so i can get the fuck outta here.

there's a safety recal on my car apparently. i guess A times B times C was greater than X. it's just for some stupid shit where it might not stay in park or something, i'll get it checked out.

if anyone wants to hang out with me though, call me. i need friends.

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[02 Apr 2005|01:16am]

awesome as helll. with the extra L and everything.

sin city raped my senses today. amazing movie.
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[30 Mar 2005|11:36pm]
well, i'll be here for 2 more months i guess. i'm working at FYE now, which sucks, but it's an income for now.

we need to hang out

but everyone hates me
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[24 Mar 2005|11:17pm]
in a few days, i'm either going to be homeless, or far far away. so if anyone really wants to hang out with me in the next few days, let me know.
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[22 Mar 2005|11:20pm]
*sigh* i don't know.

this is just some bullshit.

i need to get the hell out
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[20 Mar 2005|03:18am]
there's cats fighting outside right now.

i'm addicted to the OC again. i've watched 18 eppisodes in the last 2 days. i'll probably watch the other 9 of the season over the next 2 days. but i haven't watched any of season 2 yet. i suck.

i really hope my phone calls for the next few days bring good news. 'cause then i'm gone. i just don't wanna leave certain things.
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if this makes sense to you, you've won a fabulous prize! [19 Mar 2005|02:06am]
the darkness is nothing, coming from this room labeled everything. my memories escape me one by one. or maybe it was just that one, i don't remember. the point is, i love you. at least, that's what she used to say to me, back before the acident. back when she had legs and full use of her tongue. but now all she ever wants to do it sleep. and all he ever wants to do is fuck. but that day he asked me for a cigarette, something in me just snapped. i felt the pop as i landed on the concrete floor, i was going to regret this one in the morning. but my coffee was cold by the time i got to the table. then the bowl of sugar where we used to keep our money was nowhere to be found. i bet that mother fucker just up and left her there, high and dry. the bong water was sludge thick by then, but he insisted that he get a hit for the road. it wasn't long before my tires screeched on the wet pavement as we tried to stop. i heard the scream to my left, or maybe i heard it behind me. the butterfly looked at me oddly as i passed by spinning, i think he knew. but nobody cares when you used to be pretty, it's all about the now. and then i thought about you, and all the things i wanted to say but never could. we can't do this anymore. it's going to catch up to us soon. believe me, you're not going to want to be here when the boss gets back. blood, my mouth was full of blood, or pennies. seventy-five cents later i was walking out that door, and into the frying pan. i hated scrambled eggs, but with enough tabasco, anything is good. though, i got a sudden feeling that this was going to be bad, very very bad. he opened his eyes and finaly saw the fact that he had been blind his whole life. she didn't know any better. he told her the same thing once. and that's how this whole thing went down. now shut up, and close that door labeled nothing, i just remembered the lights are on in there.
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[17 Mar 2005|11:40pm]
much better. thanks to those of you who showed mock concern.

with any luck, i'll be gone soon, then you can all talk mad shit behind my back when i'm hundreds of miles away.
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[17 Mar 2005|12:48am]
this is the worst physical pain i've ever felt, worse than a broken rib
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[10 Mar 2005|12:50am]
i guess nobody gives a fuck about my writting, so whatever.

i'm still looking for a job, which sucks, but ohwell. i'll find one soon i hope though, i need money for the cruise, and the move. my computer purchase will most likely be made after i move now.

also, i miss hanging out with people, so call me. even if we've never hung out before, we should hang out sometime.
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[06 Mar 2005|09:19pm]
fucking darkness creeping in through the cracks in the walls. the fridged grip of the fear it brings with it surrounds my heart and slows it to a stop. my brain slows down and each second takes several minutes, as minutes take days, and days no longer apply. the blood flowing from each of my wounds was puddling on the bed spread around me. the tacky feeling of it drying on my lips as i attempted to draw my last breaths reminded me suddenly of bubble gum. only the bubbles i was blowing brought no ammusement.

from far off, as though through a couregated tunnel, i heard the words. "you can't let go now. you can't die yet."

but the darkness had spread the cracks wide now, and it rushed in faster than ever. i tried to sit up and see who had said those words. to get a glimpse at who was conderned by my approaching death. but my arms refeused to take orders. my nervous system had decided to go AWOL.

this time it was as though the voice came from within. "open your eyes." the darkness began to creep back into the walls, being replaced by the light of an atomic bomb. as my eyes readjusted, i could see the figure standing before me. dressed in solid black. "you stupid mother fucker, you're lucky i'm supposed to be watching over you, or i'd kill you myself." my nervous system was returning to active duty, only to suffer time in the brig of pins and needles. "well fuck you too, i appreciate that you're doing your job, but maybe if you were here full time i wouldn't get into possitions like that."

i sat up and spit the remaning blood on the floor beside me. Nameless stood infront of me with his arms folded. he actually had a name i'm assumeing, but he refused to ever tell me. he said he prefered to keep things on a professional level. i'm not sure where he came from and there for i don't know who he was working for. all he told me was that i had a purpose in the cosmic scheme.

more to come

update i wrote another pretty long chunck of this story, i'll post if if you all want me to, so if you're interested, leave me some feed back, even if you're not into it, let me know what you though
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[01 Mar 2005|09:23pm]

i need a job hella bad. i still have a few days to wait for FYE to call me back. i'm going to call a bunch of places tomorrow and hopefully i can get a good job soon. in the meantime, if anyone wants to hang out, i'm down, but it has to be something free, and in santa rosa. i have no gas money.
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[21 Feb 2005|11:25pm]
wish me luck mother fuckers
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[16 Feb 2005|12:04am]
i'm going to gun some fools down tomorrow around 10. then i need to find a job, or else i'm totally fucked. but i think i have a few good leads this time. i really do wish i could get a job as a hitman or something.

when i get to vegas i want to try to get a job at the "alternative" radio station. they were hirring for on-air talent recently, and if i could get that job when i get there, i would be happy.

people are gonna get cut the fuck down tomorrow.
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[10 Feb 2005|11:10pm]
i've decided that san francisco can suck it. i hate getting lost, and san francisco is like the eaisest fucking place in the world to get lost in. it pisses me off, and i've decided that unless i'm with someone who knows exactly where they're going, i'm not going to go back.

in other news, job interview tomorrow. i hope i get it, 'cause then it's IPOD time.

i just decided, and midori agrees, that the new drunken party game should be strip DDR. for those of you who don't know what DDR stands for, it's dance dance revolution. it's a crazy dancing game. i can't play it when i'm fully clothed, so if i was naked, i would be even worse. but i think that it would be fun to watch drunk semi naked people trying to dance to the rhythm.
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[06 Feb 2005|08:40pm]
well, i might be getting my old job back. not game cage, but max machinery. it wouldn't pay as well as game cage did, but i wouldn't hate myself.

i bought some books today, one was the crow, by j.o. barr. it's a graphic novel really, but you get the point.

i wanted to buy some movies today, but i figured i should save my money. books are less of a waste than a movie somehow.
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[31 Jan 2005|10:31pm]
hide and seek was a disapointment. but the ring 2 looks like it might be good.

i unleashed hell in the elevator today. the true fury of my colon was known.

so, the job hunt sucks on. fuck this. i should be a drug dealing man whore. stick to what i know.
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i have white, pasty hair thighs [30 Jan 2005|10:11pm]
i got shot in the face, heart and arm. i've decided that i'm a dual pistols kind of guy. maybe fully auto glock 18s. or maybe i'll go all out and just get 2 mack 10s. it would be about 50 bucks more i think, but then i could go high cap, and it's more intimidateing. but i think the dual pistol thing is more stylish, and it makes me feel like a badass.

i'm still looking for a job. i really need one now, i'm starting to run out of money. hopefully i can find something this week. but, if there's anyone who wants to hang out, seriously, feel free to call me.
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