OMYFUCKINGGODIJUSTDELETEDMYJOURNALANDNOWIHAVETOREADWRITEIT
I just might die trying
NEWS
So, Friday night, I was in NoHo, on my way to Burbank, and I was talking on my phone. Apparently, my phone battery decided that I was enjoying my conversation a little too much, and decided it was time for that to cease. So it crapped out. Since my pockets were filled with all sorts of goodies like spare change and receipts I'll never look at again, yet somehow have a collection of, I stuffed the phone in my back pocket, and continued on. I made my way to Burbank, then up to Valencia, and eventually to here, the PC Arena. While here, I even promised Oddyophile a phone call once my phone was recharged. Alas, this was a promise I would not be able to keep. Halfway back home, I decided to pat down my back pocket. Just a little phone check. I ended up patting my own ass.
My ass was like, "Dude, what the fuck?! At least say, 'Good game,' or something! Wierdo." So I turned around and said good game to my ass. Which left the pther pedestrians more than a little perturbed. I then groped and molested every pocket I had. Why is that, even after you've thoroughly searched a pocket with no results, you still go back and recheck the same pockets?
I was without phone. I let it slide over the weekend, because I had much sleeping and being poor to do, but today I had to buy a new phone. They only had 1 phone for AT&T users, and it cost 300 bucks. It was pretty cool, but not $300 cool. So I switched to cingular. Same plan, but now with rollover minutes. Why am I telling you this? 2 reasons.
Reason 1- If I once had your number, I no longer do. So call me, and I can readd you
Reason 2- It's my friggin journal, and I can bore you all I'd like damnit!
BTW, If I never had your number, but you'd like me to have it, then shoot me an email! And if you just don't want me to have your number, then email me anyway. I like email, but I never get any.
Flashback to Wednsday night. I was walking home from here, when I felt a sudden sharp pain in my foot. It was really, really painfull. I thought to myself, "That was really, really painfull." So I limped home, and took my bots off, only to find that my foot and ankle were swollen to twice their normal size. I thought, "That's not normal." Then I shrugged and went to bed. The swelling and pain persisted over the next few days, and were joined by an abundance of bruising. So finally, after my treck home saturday night, I decided to at least figure out what was up. I rumaged through a box of medical crappola, 'till I found what I was looking for. Tuning fork in hand, I struggled to remove my boot. I rapped the tuning fork against the steering wheel, and placed the base on m bone.
Screaming hot icy daggers of pain and agony!
Navicular fracture. Probably just a stress fracture, but walking's going to be a bitch for a while.
Flashback to Friday again. I'm on the phone with my pop, shortly before that phone ceased to be, when who do I run into? Guess? You don't want to gues? Fine. Fuck you then.
I ran into JJ (JJ_M30w) coming the other way with her cronies in tow! It was superrocktastic. My Pop told me to tell her she sounds hot. He's a perv. But a cool perv. I've decided that running into JJ randomly is fun. You should try it.
Frigginhellya. I switched to nights on saturday, which means a 10% raise. Plus, I had already work 40 hours plus 2 overtime throughout the week, so my 9 hours on Saturday were all overtime! Sweet. I made 210 bucks on that day alone.
Friend Of The Day
Where are they all going!!!! Seriously now. The first person I talked to on the site DarkArtist81 left, Add decided not to reup, Shilovah is gone, VioletFlux & Razmataz went grey, and now TeenageSuperstar is leaving too!
Damnit. So, I want you all to bid TeenageSuperstar a fond farewell. He's an awesome guy. I'll have to drop in on him when I finally get around to stalking all the Brits on my friends list.
The Last Movie I Watched
City Of God
Ok, so not the last movie I watched, but it's the last one worth mentioning. I watched it the night I moved out of my apartment. I love this movie! You should go watch it now! Wait, where the fuck are you going? Jeez, you can wait until you're done with my journal.
What I've Been Listening To
Minor Threat-Minor Threat
D00D!!!!!!!! W00T!!!! FUCKING R0x0R!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111111two!!
Or watever it is you interwebians say.
What bitch? I'll kick your ass!
Randomness
A homeless guy asked me for money Friday. I laughed at him, and said I live in my truck. He told me he lives in the street. I'm like, "Ok man, you win. But I still don't have any fucking money."
Stupid homeless people. Oh wait........
I'd like to write more, but I'm so incredibly sleepy. The words are clinging to the back of my skull, and as I try to pluck them away, they scream indignantly, and hug tightly to the meat inside of my head that I like to refer to as "brain".
Sometimes I just call him asshole though. I like to make fun of my brain. I say mean things to him like, "You're dumb," or , "Hey brain, you smell like tapioca. I'm going to eat you. I don't even like tapioca much, but I'll eat you anyway. You dumby."
Then he's says mean things back to me like, "You're homeless."
And I cry.
I just might die trying
NEWS
So, Friday night, I was in NoHo, on my way to Burbank, and I was talking on my phone. Apparently, my phone battery decided that I was enjoying my conversation a little too much, and decided it was time for that to cease. So it crapped out. Since my pockets were filled with all sorts of goodies like spare change and receipts I'll never look at again, yet somehow have a collection of, I stuffed the phone in my back pocket, and continued on. I made my way to Burbank, then up to Valencia, and eventually to here, the PC Arena. While here, I even promised Oddyophile a phone call once my phone was recharged. Alas, this was a promise I would not be able to keep. Halfway back home, I decided to pat down my back pocket. Just a little phone check. I ended up patting my own ass.
My ass was like, "Dude, what the fuck?! At least say, 'Good game,' or something! Wierdo." So I turned around and said good game to my ass. Which left the pther pedestrians more than a little perturbed. I then groped and molested every pocket I had. Why is that, even after you've thoroughly searched a pocket with no results, you still go back and recheck the same pockets?
I was without phone. I let it slide over the weekend, because I had much sleeping and being poor to do, but today I had to buy a new phone. They only had 1 phone for AT&T users, and it cost 300 bucks. It was pretty cool, but not $300 cool. So I switched to cingular. Same plan, but now with rollover minutes. Why am I telling you this? 2 reasons.
Reason 1- If I once had your number, I no longer do. So call me, and I can readd you
Reason 2- It's my friggin journal, and I can bore you all I'd like damnit!
BTW, If I never had your number, but you'd like me to have it, then shoot me an email! And if you just don't want me to have your number, then email me anyway. I like email, but I never get any.
Flashback to Wednsday night. I was walking home from here, when I felt a sudden sharp pain in my foot. It was really, really painfull. I thought to myself, "That was really, really painfull." So I limped home, and took my bots off, only to find that my foot and ankle were swollen to twice their normal size. I thought, "That's not normal." Then I shrugged and went to bed. The swelling and pain persisted over the next few days, and were joined by an abundance of bruising. So finally, after my treck home saturday night, I decided to at least figure out what was up. I rumaged through a box of medical crappola, 'till I found what I was looking for. Tuning fork in hand, I struggled to remove my boot. I rapped the tuning fork against the steering wheel, and placed the base on m bone.
Screaming hot icy daggers of pain and agony!
Navicular fracture. Probably just a stress fracture, but walking's going to be a bitch for a while.
Flashback to Friday again. I'm on the phone with my pop, shortly before that phone ceased to be, when who do I run into? Guess? You don't want to gues? Fine. Fuck you then.
I ran into JJ (JJ_M30w) coming the other way with her cronies in tow! It was superrocktastic. My Pop told me to tell her she sounds hot. He's a perv. But a cool perv. I've decided that running into JJ randomly is fun. You should try it.
Frigginhellya. I switched to nights on saturday, which means a 10% raise. Plus, I had already work 40 hours plus 2 overtime throughout the week, so my 9 hours on Saturday were all overtime! Sweet. I made 210 bucks on that day alone.
Friend Of The Day
Where are they all going!!!! Seriously now. The first person I talked to on the site DarkArtist81 left, Add decided not to reup, Shilovah is gone, VioletFlux & Razmataz went grey, and now TeenageSuperstar is leaving too!
Damnit. So, I want you all to bid TeenageSuperstar a fond farewell. He's an awesome guy. I'll have to drop in on him when I finally get around to stalking all the Brits on my friends list.
The Last Movie I Watched
City Of God
Ok, so not the last movie I watched, but it's the last one worth mentioning. I watched it the night I moved out of my apartment. I love this movie! You should go watch it now! Wait, where the fuck are you going? Jeez, you can wait until you're done with my journal.
What I've Been Listening To
Minor Threat-Minor Threat
D00D!!!!!!!! W00T!!!! FUCKING R0x0R!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111111two!!
Or watever it is you interwebians say.
What bitch? I'll kick your ass!
Randomness
A homeless guy asked me for money Friday. I laughed at him, and said I live in my truck. He told me he lives in the street. I'm like, "Ok man, you win. But I still don't have any fucking money."
Stupid homeless people. Oh wait........
I'd like to write more, but I'm so incredibly sleepy. The words are clinging to the back of my skull, and as I try to pluck them away, they scream indignantly, and hug tightly to the meat inside of my head that I like to refer to as "brain".
Sometimes I just call him asshole though. I like to make fun of my brain. I say mean things to him like, "You're dumb," or , "Hey brain, you smell like tapioca. I'm going to eat you. I don't even like tapioca much, but I'll eat you anyway. You dumby."
Then he's says mean things back to me like, "You're homeless."
And I cry.
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are ye still on my land-lubbin couch? Will said he hadn't seen you? I hope you got a place, and have not been truckin it.