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[13 Dec 2004|11:57am] |
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this evil thing has sucked me back into writing an entry. here it goes.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE as of yesterday...which was the 19th birthday of mr. crain, man of my dreams/love interest/heart throb/sweet ass mother fucker. for his birthday i supplied major ass whoopage in mario kart and i was only able to give him part of his birthday present because UPS blows and has plotted against me. anyways, i hope he had a sweet birthday because hes sweet and hes hella good at makin me feel sweet. also, speaking of sweet, i ate all the sherbert in his house because im a fatass, but i still got love. what now.
i had an evil dream about pizza. hungry howies vs. steves pizza island. either way, no one wanted to give me any.
friday me and mary have a date to go christmas shopping.
today we are going to be bonnie and clyde and rob a junkyard. im supplying coats. maybe a special someone will finally get their alarm installed too. the world may never know. but until then...
adios. <3
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[23 Oct 2004|03:53am] |
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solitare is a ridiculous computer game, because if you play the casino version, you just get put $500 dollars in the hole. now what if that happened in real life? people cant be out 500 dollars.. especially when alot of us dont even have 5. connect four baby.
i was feelin pretty ill this morning, and by ill i dont mean cool, but i mean sick as a dog. felt fine later on and i hung out with chris. we got coffee and went to daves to pick up a hockey stick where we ended up staying for a while. he has a mechanical duck which would kick the mechanical fishes asses mainly because it has sunglasses.
i dont know if lori died but she never gave me a call.. however i remembered about the show cuz cory and crispy cream reminded me. death would be ridiculous.
went and saw blood brothers wednesday and all i have to say is alot of people look like ridiculous fags. planned parenthood was there passing out condoms and suckers.. i think they shoulda been passing out free combs so kids could comb the frankenstein hair out and look civil. practice good hygiene and then worry about wrappin it up. the suckers were good though. oh and if i see another fat girl in a skirt or wearing anything too revealing, im going to A) say a devilishly rude comment about her chunky thighs or B) annhilate her and rid her of exsistance.
some people need to give me my shit back.
tomorrows between the buried and me and converge. fuckin right, bitches.
chris is fuckin sexy. <3 <3 <3
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[06 Oct 2004|10:54am] |
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so yesterday was MY BIRTHDAY ...
it was a good birthday mind you. hung out with chris, which is always the bomb, got a sweet ass jacket from vans, where chris is soon going to be employed which is rad as fuck. oh yeah, and we saw rod stewart at the mall. what now.
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[02 Oct 2004|01:05pm] |
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ive been laying in my bed for the past i dont even know how long. observations: blue koolaid. bottle of pills. hockey puck. must.take.pills. do we see in 3-d? i wonder what it would look like if it wasnt 3-d. super mario maybe. depending on my mood.. i think today would be street fighter. this doesnt make sense.
chris and i have been on a journey to find a hoodie for me that seems like it doesnt exsist. kind of like the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow or aliens in outerspace. or rabbits with antlers..those things are fucking scary .. jackalopes i think they are called. eww.
woe is me my birthday is coming up. the 5th. am i excited? no. my mom nikki and chris are the only ones who have acknowledged my birthday. my family probbly just thinks im 17 for like the 3rd year. but thats ok, im not complaining. i dont want to get older anyways. i told chris yesterday , i remember when i was little and it was christmas and opened all my gifts and i was excited and i watched my aunt open her present and she got a breadmaker. that scared the shit out of me... would i actually have to stop playing with creepy crawlers and get a breadmaker? god i hope that day never comes.
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[24 Sep 2004|05:40pm] |
your across the world and i have lost all sanity.
everything reminds me of you.. shampoo, poptarts, socks, loud cars, bears, pumping gas, hoodies, cds, fruit snacks...
i havent been able to drink a capri sun in 3 days because i cant open them.
you need to come home.
is black truley black??? or is it just a figment of your imagination...or have they just LIED to you?!
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[13 Sep 2004|01:05pm] |
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school break: sat next to some dude who was on arab.com looking at pictures of ankles. arabic porn? i think so. the kid next to me in class kept typing out the numbers that make the word boobies on his calculator too. that got real old the day it became cool. he laughed after every entry too.
today is the day that i take over your soul and the souls of the makers of cheap fruit snacks. im just kidding. its the evergreen terrace / fear before the march of flames show. you will find me there with mah man and mah gurlz lori and rachel.
october 5th.jot dat bitch down in yo calendurr'. its my birthday. what now.
chris crain is simply the shit <3
that is all. in your face.
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[08 Sep 2004|09:52am] |
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that actually made me crack a smile.
in other recent events, school blows major cock and i was at a house yesterday that had a bowling ball as a lawn ornament.
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