MSI show Wednesday. MSI show Wednesday. MSI show Wendesday.
Now...what to wear.......
I've given up on being original, thought provoking, and sincere. From now on, i'm sending out canned comments to the masses.
Today's Message:
Yeah, i totally feel the same way about Abba, yo.
Some might call it "Spam," i call it ingenuity, bitches. This way i can go onto someone's journal, read it, and if i enjoyed what i read, i leave an Inspirational Message... you know, to let em know.
Peach Be With You...
Sammy is a masochist. He keeps playing Halo 2, getting killed, getting pissedto tears, almost. He gets pissed, screams about how much he hates the game, how much it sucks, how much he hates the multiplayer, but he keeps playing it.
Most people have sadomasochistic tendencies, I think.
Saw The Longest Yard Saturday. That movie SUCKED. It was fucking retarded. People would laugh simply because there was a pause to laugh. They would laugh because something that WAS SUPPOSED to be funny happened, then there was a pause. Fucking trained monkeys.
I wanted to scream, That WASNT FUNNY! Why are you laughing?!
I yawned more than I smiled. I only smiled three times.
Cos Chris Rock is funny.
Rather see High Tension, Mr. And Mrs. Smithif I was to see something mindless.
Land of the Dead comes out the 24th. Cant fucking wait.
When I left for Sammys Saturday I was angry. There are certain things in my life right now that Ive been ignoring. Certain changes, ongoing, that Ive just kept insidefor whatever reasonand Ive only recently faced em.
I went to bed Thursday with grief, woke up in denial. Shit hasnt changeI havent changed. Im the same as I was a month ago, and, goddamnit, inna month Ill still be me.
Shit hasnt changed, I havent changed.
Before I fell asleep, bargaining. I need to roll with it. I need to changemeet this head on. I need to find out what I need to be, what I need to do, and Ill do that, Ill be that.
Give me a chance to change and Ill changeI promise. I can change, I can be better. I can be what they want.
I woke up Saturday angry, driving to Sammys angry. Thinking up fictitious situations and events. Getting myself riled up for no reasonover shit that probably wont happen.
Sitting thru The Longest Yard, Im just staring at the screen. Im not thinking about anything, and when S asks me Whats wrong with you?
Nothing, lost in thought.
But all Im thinking about is the fact Im not thinking of anything.
Then, last night (this morning), 1am, I think, Fuckitacceptance. This shit wont kill me. Its just another part of my life and the sooner I accept it, the sooner I can get over it.
So, yeahfuckit.
Boop.
six six six in the morning and I'm taking a nap
in the back of the car waiting for the stars to snap
the stars on my cap remind me of the time we went to fargo
with a car full of anxiety
an angel's breast in a tank top
she started at my heart she's tryin to make it stop
and if I haven't learned nothing than I've learned a lot
mama had a baby and his head popped off
Give it up turn it loose for the sake of life
if I knew now what I knew then I'd make her my wife
I've been chasing these mice for too long
debating with god on whose right and whose wrong
got a new song to sing, a little happier
hurtin
that I didn't learn the words until after the fact of the matter
is a matter of fact
I doubt that I'll ever even try to work it out to having her back
I used to skip classes
now I skip breakfast
I never skip practice and I need to flip the mattress
to help me forget the kiss the lips the soft
mama had a baby and his head popped off
PS
I've updated this fecking thing 4 times...
The whole canned comment thing is good...in theory. First, i have to find a random journal WORTH stating my love for Abba in. Then... ok, so step one is kinda hard.
Then, as it happens, i run across a journal entry that not only deserves my Abba comment, but more... unfortunately it was a stranger and i dont feel comfortable giving strangers advise, seeing as though i fuck myself up more than help.
So...Yeah, i totally feel the same way about Abba, yo...
Fuckhead.
PPS
Five times.... Must avoid being personal at all costs...
PPPS
6.
Ok, so it's not all "Good entry, keep it up" with the Yeah, i totally feel the same way about Abba, yo. Sometimes it just fits with whatever the entry is... hmm...
Now...what to wear.......
I've given up on being original, thought provoking, and sincere. From now on, i'm sending out canned comments to the masses.
Today's Message:
Yeah, i totally feel the same way about Abba, yo.
Some might call it "Spam," i call it ingenuity, bitches. This way i can go onto someone's journal, read it, and if i enjoyed what i read, i leave an Inspirational Message... you know, to let em know.
Peach Be With You...
Sammy is a masochist. He keeps playing Halo 2, getting killed, getting pissedto tears, almost. He gets pissed, screams about how much he hates the game, how much it sucks, how much he hates the multiplayer, but he keeps playing it.
Most people have sadomasochistic tendencies, I think.
Saw The Longest Yard Saturday. That movie SUCKED. It was fucking retarded. People would laugh simply because there was a pause to laugh. They would laugh because something that WAS SUPPOSED to be funny happened, then there was a pause. Fucking trained monkeys.
I wanted to scream, That WASNT FUNNY! Why are you laughing?!
I yawned more than I smiled. I only smiled three times.
Cos Chris Rock is funny.
Rather see High Tension, Mr. And Mrs. Smithif I was to see something mindless.
Land of the Dead comes out the 24th. Cant fucking wait.
When I left for Sammys Saturday I was angry. There are certain things in my life right now that Ive been ignoring. Certain changes, ongoing, that Ive just kept insidefor whatever reasonand Ive only recently faced em.
I went to bed Thursday with grief, woke up in denial. Shit hasnt changeI havent changed. Im the same as I was a month ago, and, goddamnit, inna month Ill still be me.
Shit hasnt changed, I havent changed.
Before I fell asleep, bargaining. I need to roll with it. I need to changemeet this head on. I need to find out what I need to be, what I need to do, and Ill do that, Ill be that.
Give me a chance to change and Ill changeI promise. I can change, I can be better. I can be what they want.
I woke up Saturday angry, driving to Sammys angry. Thinking up fictitious situations and events. Getting myself riled up for no reasonover shit that probably wont happen.
Sitting thru The Longest Yard, Im just staring at the screen. Im not thinking about anything, and when S asks me Whats wrong with you?
Nothing, lost in thought.
But all Im thinking about is the fact Im not thinking of anything.
Then, last night (this morning), 1am, I think, Fuckitacceptance. This shit wont kill me. Its just another part of my life and the sooner I accept it, the sooner I can get over it.
So, yeahfuckit.
Boop.
six six six in the morning and I'm taking a nap
in the back of the car waiting for the stars to snap
the stars on my cap remind me of the time we went to fargo
with a car full of anxiety
an angel's breast in a tank top
she started at my heart she's tryin to make it stop
and if I haven't learned nothing than I've learned a lot
mama had a baby and his head popped off
Give it up turn it loose for the sake of life
if I knew now what I knew then I'd make her my wife
I've been chasing these mice for too long
debating with god on whose right and whose wrong
got a new song to sing, a little happier
hurtin
that I didn't learn the words until after the fact of the matter
is a matter of fact
I doubt that I'll ever even try to work it out to having her back
I used to skip classes
now I skip breakfast
I never skip practice and I need to flip the mattress
to help me forget the kiss the lips the soft
mama had a baby and his head popped off
PS
I've updated this fecking thing 4 times...
The whole canned comment thing is good...in theory. First, i have to find a random journal WORTH stating my love for Abba in. Then... ok, so step one is kinda hard.
Then, as it happens, i run across a journal entry that not only deserves my Abba comment, but more... unfortunately it was a stranger and i dont feel comfortable giving strangers advise, seeing as though i fuck myself up more than help.
So...Yeah, i totally feel the same way about Abba, yo...
Fuckhead.
PPS
Five times.... Must avoid being personal at all costs...
PPPS
6.
Ok, so it's not all "Good entry, keep it up" with the Yeah, i totally feel the same way about Abba, yo. Sometimes it just fits with whatever the entry is... hmm...
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i feel you on the abba spam hahahah