i love the max. the max takes me to work without getting all stinky. well, not sweat stinky at least. well, not my sweat stinky at least. it's like stepping into a street from a dickens novel, complete with beggars, urchins, peddlers, condescending businesspeople, and crazy kids.
on the bus today was a beautiful girl that looked like a cross between Roxy and Roxy. I noticed she was looking at me, i looked back, and she smiled at me. one of those corner-of-the-mouth smiles you don't realize you are doing until it's too late.
I want more of those.
Well, I should lay off the happy stuff, because my last journal entry was the most popular, and my most depressing. so here's a cryptic update for all of you, especially the ones that will have no idea what's going on.
I've put a lot of time and energy into making sure something happened smoothly, and now that my baby has come to fruition, it hates me. not that i'm surprised. when you pile two pieces of shit on top of each other, you don't exactly get a chocolate bar. it's kind of like having a teenage kid, with the beautiful option of kicking the annoying little fucker to the curb.
also, it appears that i am destined to never get 2 pages of comments. the first time i finally cross the 10 comment mark, they raise the limit.
i suppose i should be happy that enough people are fighting off the headaches to type to me, but i'm a selfish prick.
on the bus today was a beautiful girl that looked like a cross between Roxy and Roxy. I noticed she was looking at me, i looked back, and she smiled at me. one of those corner-of-the-mouth smiles you don't realize you are doing until it's too late.
I want more of those.
Well, I should lay off the happy stuff, because my last journal entry was the most popular, and my most depressing. so here's a cryptic update for all of you, especially the ones that will have no idea what's going on.
I've put a lot of time and energy into making sure something happened smoothly, and now that my baby has come to fruition, it hates me. not that i'm surprised. when you pile two pieces of shit on top of each other, you don't exactly get a chocolate bar. it's kind of like having a teenage kid, with the beautiful option of kicking the annoying little fucker to the curb.
also, it appears that i am destined to never get 2 pages of comments. the first time i finally cross the 10 comment mark, they raise the limit.
i suppose i should be happy that enough people are fighting off the headaches to type to me, but i'm a selfish prick.
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wesley and pecard crashed on this desert moon and there was no water and they had to walk to this mountain really far away and then they went inside desperate for water and they found this fountain but it had this crazy ass force field that came up every time anyone went near it.
so the drunk ass guy was all desperate for water and not thinking and he ended up getting attacked by the force field thingie that made an electric spider web around him and he died. but he was a piece of shit anyway.
and there was a land slide and pecard thew himself in front of wesley to save his life but got himself all fucked up in the process so wesley had to take care of him until the enterprise figured out where the fuck they were. and they had some heart to heart bullshit like father and son and pecard told wesley that he was all proud of him and wesley was happy. but then beverly was there and saved pecard, so he didn't even die after all.