billenium

Your coded language CONFUSES AND ENRAGES US!!!

hehehehe. Unfortunatly, all I ended up doing was puking up popov & tampico after a crappy college keggar.

Hope you had a good one, tho

Special Treats!
Sex!

Heh.

But um, yeah, prepare for the apocalypse. I'm really looking forward to the middle class finally carrying the entire tax burden for the nation. That's going to be swell. I wonder where the next war will be? Iran maybe?

Well, either way, you can sleep tight in your bed tonight thinking about the fact that your nation went to the polls and elected a man not for his policy agendas, but because he talks about jesus. Literally. Everybody who called CSPAN today from the Bush side went on and on about how they hate gays and abortion and how God had a hand in the election and wants W to be president more.

In positive news....I think I'm getting an XBOX soon?

*whew*
I have successfully dodged fan fic induced rejection.
..my god...
..in that case I hereby dub myself:

THE GREATEST WRITER ON EARTH!

and quickly undub myself once again.....cuz really.....let's be serious here.

'lenium, man, thanx for the encouragment... it ain't easy pimpin' these ho's, sometimes...

And by "pimpin ho's", I mean "fixing computers incessantly"...

Dude. I know that feeling.

Waking in the morning. Having to peel myself out of a single matress without a boxspring. Getting ready hastily yet hesitantly. Driving the same route to the same office to spend the same ungodly amount of time doing... whatever. Returning home in the cold of the early morning/latest night. Returning home to my cubicle, after droning on in my office (which, coincidentally, is just a small box with pointless windows).

Losing relationships... friends drifting away... love, or any plausable substitute sinking into the depths of awkwardness, then fading faster then a tan. Never even getting a tan, as my life will perpetually be the same pointess drivel.

Locked in an office. Losing hope. Lost ambition.

It IS crushing, when you really sit back and look at it. The booze doesn't satisfy anymore. The notion of independance mocked by the emptiness. FUCK. I'm depressed too.

Cheer up cowbit
I know cheering up doesn't help
but...

why am i leaving a comment in my own journal? weird.

Don't you hate that? You put up a perfectly good entry, and then not a one of your friends actually comments on it... Sorry for being one of THOSE kinda people... anyway:

yeas, I will most likely never go insane enough to actually spawn a child for the taking... but nonetheless, it would be the thought that counts, methinks.

My fave show used to be Cowboy Bebop, but then I realized getting to heavy into a love for something that has already come to a close is a Vicious (ha) loop of anticipation and rehashed memories. Like waiting for the next Python movie, or the like.

Still, I will always take pause to pay homage to the wonderous jewel of good media that was Bebop.

As for spiling my blood on barren land, I would only hope that you would dispose of my vile intestinal fluids as such. No creature on this planet could survive the toxicity of my current blood...

Your party rules are mcuh known in the realms of band geeks and associated nerds such as myself. I concur with all aforementioned statements, and will continue to bombard you incessantly with superfluously exorbitant terms.

TAKE THAT!

Dude, bill-to-tha-lennium, you should update, yo...

sometimes kinda lonley bein the only fool that updates his shit on this site anymore. (maybe I should consider moving over to livejournal... nah, uh-uhh, screw that...)

mmmmm.... tacos.

On a side note: do you also refer to giving many thanks as "give you a taco?"

ex: "Dude, if you hook that shit up, I'll buy you a taco."

I thought only eastbay nerds had that psychotic insight...

woot

chronicles didn't blow ass??? AWESOME.

I'm a fan of the original pitch black, so I must venture forth.

As for the rest...

woot.

ALL WILL BOW BEFORE THE HYPNOTOAD!

Amy: Dr. Farnsworth, isn't it time for your nap?

Farnsworth: YES, GODDAMNIT! :: falls asleep ::

I AM crying like a woman. And is all to true/taboo to speak out against the horrible reality that IS this site....

If you ain't an SG, your no-one/a dirty old man, and the fact that it's a huge tease makes your life that much more uninteresting and fruitless when you finally disconnect.

I don't know how I haven't already managed to digitize myself and simply BECOME the site,as that I'm the huge nerdloser I am. Meh.

Alcohol helps some, technology helps a little, but at the end of the day you wish for something more. Video games cannot fill the void.

I have not stolen your kool-aid. I have purchased my own.

And for you information, it is TANG! The drink the astronauts took to the moon...

astronauts... to the moon... HAHHAHAHAH!

Oya, mo konna tikan

umm....where did you get this?

uhh, honestly I'd have to see it written in Japanese...believe it or not I can't read roomaji anymore. I know that sounds weird...

Well, not knowing what you want to do with your life sucks, but at least if you don't buy the video store then you aren't locked into something which could turn out to be more life-threatening than carbohydrates. If you can imagine such a thing...
School man. I think it may be the only way. Learn some bookkeeping or something so you can charge ungodly amounts of money and work like 3 hours a week. You can still get away with that in the Hamptons apparently.
But that's not really what you want to hear, I know.
Jesus, I'm just gunna quit now. I'm in absolutely no god damn position to motivate anyone right now...

Hmmmm.... much food for thought.

One question, "bookkeeping"? Where did that come from? Hell, what IS it? Not busting on you or anything, just "wait...what?" was the initial reaction.

[Edited on May 09, 2004 12:23AM]