FUNFACT: I fucking hate anniversaries. The anniversay of 9/11. The anniversay of the birth of some-dude-my-grandparents-weren't-even-old-enough-to-know. But most of all I hate the anniversaries that swarm my everyday life. I can't fucking stand what girls do these days when it comes to relationships. For example... "Today's our four month anniversary." That fucking aches me. If it was four-months since you've been married, a little too agitating, but plausable nonetheless. But we're talking dating here. She's been dating her boyfriend for four months. I don't know. Maybe I'm insane in the membrane, but why the fuck does this matter?! Why do you celebrate the day you guys started dating?! Why don't you celebrate the day you met him? Or the day you fell in love with him? Why just this shitty "I asked you out on this day"?! It's so fucking redundant! Who cares!! Oh wait... It's probably one of those "Yeah, we're doing better than you are because we've been going out 4 months to this DAY!" Knowing the town I'm in, that's exactly what it is. A social-highscore, if you get my drift. Well kiddies, I win. I'm fucking 19 and I was in love for 6 years straight. Go enjoy the relationship you're staying in just so you can say you're staying in, and don't forget to fuck yourselves.
Fuck... It's been a while since I updated, huh?
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Speaking of my six-year-relationship... PinkPunk13 Went up a couple rad points.
She came over on Valentines Day, we went into sex-bot mode for 5 days straight, and then she gave me this:
!!! Her name is "Captain Bettie Munroe"! She's the cutest motherfucking thing ever! I love her sooooo much! 
Where most pirates have a parrot on their shoulder...
I have a fucking swash-buckling, buccaneering, sea-faring rat!
Isn't she awesome!?
She loves to give kisses! She's so social and kind and gentle and well-behaved. I couldn't have asked for a better companion! Thank you Jaxxx!, I love her! Thank you, thank you, thank you! And the past week wasn't bad either,
!
Let's see...
I had such a wicked idea for a "Funfact", but like a lot of really good ideas I have: I feel as though I can remember it if I repeat it like crazy, and I end up forgetting it completely.
I'd be a goddamn bajillionaire by now if I only had a pen on my person at all times. So many good concepts for films come and gone .
I already told you guys, but I got a new couch!
Sorry about the crappy lighting and whatnot. I assure you, the couch is more magical than mere pictures can depict. It was nighttime and I realized I was well overdue for an update, so I took some pictures post-haste!
But this couch. It's name is "Rock-It-Ship". Why? Becuase you fucking sit on it and it takes you somewhere. I'm serious. It's so damn comfortable. It's just beyond words. It's simply magical. If you're in my area and would like to touch said couch... Lemme know and I'll give you guys a li'l ride to comfort-bliss. Hahaha!
In my last post, I showed you guys pictures of me parading around in a loincloth, drunk out of my mind. Some of you asked where one obtains a loincloth such as this. Well I'll tell you a little story.
In grade 11, I was in a super-exclusive class called "Theatre". That's it. No "studies". No "class". Just "theatre". It was a full semester-consuming course, which means you had one class for 5 months. It was beautiful. The best of times and the worst of times. Me and Jax went through some tough shit those days... But moving on... We had guest speakers on a regular basis. One speaker liked the "cut of my jib" and asked me to perform for her. "Sure! What do I gotta do?"
"Get naked and play with fire."
Sold. So next thing you know, I'm in the Vancouver Opera's "Elektra". A tale of ancient Greece, incest, war, love, hate, murder, you name it. It was fun. But my role was "slave boy leader". Why? Because I'm fat. It was me and a bunch of other people my age, and since I was the tallest/tubbiest, I was assumingly more well-fed, and I fit the part of the leader of the slaves justly. They painted my body dark brown. Dyed my hair black. Added some whip-marks and bludgeonings. And made me a top-notch loincloth. My job was to come onto stage and illuminate the dark stage with a huge torch. I rocked the part. Each night the venue was sold out everytime. So that's like 15,000 people a night, for 9 days. My junk hung well past the loincloth when I was "cowering from my master". So roughly, 135,000 people have seen my wang and buddies in just over a week.
Can any of you guys say as much?
Haha! Didn't think so.
Me and my buddies have this tradition. Whenever Ashley hangs out with us, she gets dirty on the face.
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!11oneone
We gotta make a horrible mess of her face everytime we see her. Why? Because the first couple times we met her, somehow (we still don't know how or why it happened), we accidentally did the very same thing: made a huge mess of her face.
She kept coming back out to hang with us. Why? Becuase she's fucking awesome. So it's been tradition ever since.
In a couple minutes time, I will be heading out to another band practice. Yeah, I got a new band. I play bass, and I'm a newbie, but apparently I don't suck. I have not learned my notes out of spite, so there's a cap as to how good I can get right now. I don't know why... I think I just haven't gotten around to any theory and note-work. Perhaps I should get on it...
But we rock. It's funny what we sound like. We're nothing serious, we just jam for fun. But too many people want us to (and some of our band-members are bent on...) get big. I dunno. I can act in front of people, no problem. But I think I'd get stagefright if I'm playing in front of a crowd. Who knows. We'll have to see.
But as for what we sound like: Some punk, some funk, some ska, some porn-music, some heavy. It's wierd. It's like Ramones meets Dirk Diggler, meets Big Gay Al, meets Hawaii Five-O, meets a semi-truck, meets Rancid, meets Op Ivy, meets Hepatitis B. Haha!
I totally just lit a freak-incense. It was TWO sticks, but one, big, freaky, siamese-twin incense-part. My room is so smokey and good-smelling.
Well... Thus concludes another huge fucking update, as per usual. Sorry for the size! If you want, you can take it slowly, bit by bit at different times! I didn't mean for it to be so big! I promise!
(Teeheeheeheeheee! Anything for an immature innuendo!!)
I will be going through every single person's profile who commented on my last post, and adding you as a friend.
Why? Because you're fucking rad. You commented in my journal. All y'all rocks my box like a fox wearing nothin'-but-socks! (Saw that the other day... A girl-fox, not a hound-fox. It was super-ultra-mega-sexy-deluxe!)
(This journal-entry sucks compared to the last one. I'm sorry. I've just been so fucking broke lately, I can't afford much fun!. The entry lacks colour and adventure and fun. It's boring. I'm sorry. I promise a better one reeeeal soon! ! !)
Again, thank you all for being so fucking rad. I love each and everyone of you.
Fuck... It's been a while since I updated, huh?
Gee-Willickers! 118 Comments!?!??! You guys are fucking awesome
. Free sexual favours for all!
Speaking of my six-year-relationship... PinkPunk13 Went up a couple rad points.
She came over on Valentines Day, we went into sex-bot mode for 5 days straight, and then she gave me this:
!!! Her name is "Captain Bettie Munroe"! She's the cutest motherfucking thing ever! I love her sooooo much!
Where most pirates have a parrot on their shoulder...
I have a fucking swash-buckling, buccaneering, sea-faring rat!
Isn't she awesome!?
She loves to give kisses! She's so social and kind and gentle and well-behaved. I couldn't have asked for a better companion! Thank you Jaxxx!, I love her! Thank you, thank you, thank you! And the past week wasn't bad either,
!
Let's see...
I had such a wicked idea for a "Funfact", but like a lot of really good ideas I have: I feel as though I can remember it if I repeat it like crazy, and I end up forgetting it completely.
I'd be a goddamn bajillionaire by now if I only had a pen on my person at all times. So many good concepts for films come and gone .
I already told you guys, but I got a new couch!
Sorry about the crappy lighting and whatnot. I assure you, the couch is more magical than mere pictures can depict. It was nighttime and I realized I was well overdue for an update, so I took some pictures post-haste!
But this couch. It's name is "Rock-It-Ship". Why? Becuase you fucking sit on it and it takes you somewhere. I'm serious. It's so damn comfortable. It's just beyond words. It's simply magical. If you're in my area and would like to touch said couch... Lemme know and I'll give you guys a li'l ride to comfort-bliss. Hahaha!
In my last post, I showed you guys pictures of me parading around in a loincloth, drunk out of my mind. Some of you asked where one obtains a loincloth such as this. Well I'll tell you a little story.
In grade 11, I was in a super-exclusive class called "Theatre". That's it. No "studies". No "class". Just "theatre". It was a full semester-consuming course, which means you had one class for 5 months. It was beautiful. The best of times and the worst of times. Me and Jax went through some tough shit those days... But moving on... We had guest speakers on a regular basis. One speaker liked the "cut of my jib" and asked me to perform for her. "Sure! What do I gotta do?"
"Get naked and play with fire."
Sold. So next thing you know, I'm in the Vancouver Opera's "Elektra". A tale of ancient Greece, incest, war, love, hate, murder, you name it. It was fun. But my role was "slave boy leader". Why? Because I'm fat. It was me and a bunch of other people my age, and since I was the tallest/tubbiest, I was assumingly more well-fed, and I fit the part of the leader of the slaves justly. They painted my body dark brown. Dyed my hair black. Added some whip-marks and bludgeonings. And made me a top-notch loincloth. My job was to come onto stage and illuminate the dark stage with a huge torch. I rocked the part. Each night the venue was sold out everytime. So that's like 15,000 people a night, for 9 days. My junk hung well past the loincloth when I was "cowering from my master". So roughly, 135,000 people have seen my wang and buddies in just over a week.
Can any of you guys say as much?
Haha! Didn't think so.
Me and my buddies have this tradition. Whenever Ashley hangs out with us, she gets dirty on the face.
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
!!11oneone
We gotta make a horrible mess of her face everytime we see her. Why? Because the first couple times we met her, somehow (we still don't know how or why it happened), we accidentally did the very same thing: made a huge mess of her face.
She kept coming back out to hang with us. Why? Becuase she's fucking awesome. So it's been tradition ever since.
In a couple minutes time, I will be heading out to another band practice. Yeah, I got a new band. I play bass, and I'm a newbie, but apparently I don't suck. I have not learned my notes out of spite, so there's a cap as to how good I can get right now. I don't know why... I think I just haven't gotten around to any theory and note-work. Perhaps I should get on it...
But we rock. It's funny what we sound like. We're nothing serious, we just jam for fun. But too many people want us to (and some of our band-members are bent on...) get big. I dunno. I can act in front of people, no problem. But I think I'd get stagefright if I'm playing in front of a crowd. Who knows. We'll have to see.
But as for what we sound like: Some punk, some funk, some ska, some porn-music, some heavy. It's wierd. It's like Ramones meets Dirk Diggler, meets Big Gay Al, meets Hawaii Five-O, meets a semi-truck, meets Rancid, meets Op Ivy, meets Hepatitis B. Haha!
I totally just lit a freak-incense. It was TWO sticks, but one, big, freaky, siamese-twin incense-part. My room is so smokey and good-smelling.
Well... Thus concludes another huge fucking update, as per usual. Sorry for the size! If you want, you can take it slowly, bit by bit at different times! I didn't mean for it to be so big! I promise!
(Teeheeheeheeheee! Anything for an immature innuendo!
!)
I will be going through every single person's profile who commented on my last post, and adding you as a friend.
Why? Because you're fucking rad. You commented in my journal. All y'all rocks my box like a fox wearing nothin'-but-socks! (Saw that the other day... A girl-fox, not a hound-fox. It was super-ultra-mega-sexy-deluxe!)
(This journal-entry sucks compared to the last one. I'm sorry. I've just been so fucking broke lately, I can't afford much fun!
. The entry lacks colour and adventure and fun. It's boring. I'm sorry. I promise a better one reeeeal soon! ! !)
Again, thank you all for being so fucking rad. I love each and everyone of you.
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Vita = Life (in Latin.) Soon there will be "Mors" on my left hand. Mors = Death (in Latin.)
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I dunno man... I hope SG doesn't do more stuff like that. I mean don't get me wrong. I love this site, a lot. But... well whatever.