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Tuesday, December 5th, 2006
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11:42 pm - Best girlfriend ever?
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Molly bought me an ice cream sandwich tonight. Best girlfriend ever? I think so!
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| Sunday, December 3rd, 2006
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4:19 pm - You know you want to think you know me.
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| Wednesday, September 27th, 2006
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12:31 am - Speak your mind even if your voice trembles.
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I am a piece of shit. I lack the courage to stand up for my convictions. I lack the courage to stand up for my loved ones. I am a coward. I am too afraid to change it. I have no excuse.
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| Saturday, August 19th, 2006
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1:42 pm - Roomsweeper
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| Wednesday, June 21st, 2006
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10:55 pm - what is this mollers shit?!
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Since when did everyone start calling my girlfriend Mollers? Whatever. I hung out with an old friend today and it was badass. We played basketball. I really hope we keep hanging out a lot. in other news, i hurt my knee playing bookstore soccer. that's like normal soccer except 2 on 2 in the middle of the aisle with "cattle ropes' as goal posts. it was awesome except for the fact that my team lost and all i have to show for it is a welt on my knee. i knew diving like that was a bad idea. oh well. talk to you all you livejournal suckers later. I am going to cheat on Molly with "Jim" tomorrow morning at about 5 am.
current mood: I am gonna go see MSI
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| Sunday, June 18th, 2006
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2:28 pm - I love molly
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Sometimes I wish I had more to say. I am the type that could talk for hours; days maybe without saying anything. I wish I could reach out. I am like every other pathetic piece of shit out there. I am just dying to be comfortable in my own skin. But I know, now, that that kind of thing doesn't really happen. I can't shake the notion that things only get worse from here. I know I am not alone and that everyone goes through this (so save those fucking comments please. they are most certainly useless.) No offense, but the cookie-cutter shit pisses everyone off. Come to think of it, I don't know why any of us try it in the first place. Perhaps it is a momentary lapse of concentration. An "I don't really care" moment in which we forget to even disguise the fake attempts to comfort the our loved ones. I don't know how to say what I think without sounding like a pathetic, whiny, "emo brat." Oh well. As much as it pisses me off, I think it will be good for me to say something all the way through without doubting it, or recanting. I rarely do that. I hate this fucking website. Every time I whine to this god damned computer screen I realize how immeasurably pathetic this whole life thing is. I wish I had some clever metaphor to describe it, but it is so fucking lackluster that anything I could say would most certainly be forced. Wow thats some Existentialist shit right there. Chris Camus. No, that doesn't work very well does it? I am going to stop now because this is getting progressively harder and harder to read. Honestly, I would be surprised if anyone even made this far. If you have, JUST STOP. You've already wasted enough of your time, I can guarantee that it only gets worse from here. Wow I am repeating myself now. Alright, I am done. Whew. Oh yeah, I LOVE MOLLY.
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| Thursday, June 15th, 2006
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11:07 pm - inspiration
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I saw Buddy Guy play at the CPA tonight. It was the most amazing show that I have ever seen. His energy, playing, and singing were incredible. He came out into the audience with his wireless setup and ran around like a maniac. He invited a kid up on stage to play with him. It was fucking incredible. Buddy Guy is my hero.
current mood:  excited
current music: Fear and Loathing...
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| Monday, June 12th, 2006
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9:51 pm - shit dawg
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I am sick of being such a miserable fuck. I am exercising a lot, which should make me feel better, but it isn't for some reason. I am just going to try to not be a whiny cunt. I really want to start hanging out with some of my old friends. I never should have lost touch with those dudes. Oh well, um, hey if anybody wants to play a giant game of ultimate frisbee I would be much obliged. Let me know or something.
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| Saturday, June 3rd, 2006
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12:24 am - wish you were here
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Damn!! You guys. You are missing out. Ha Ha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
current mood: amused
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| Friday, May 19th, 2006
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10:56 pm - I am going down (on your mom?)
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So here's our happy ending,
splattered on the fucking wall.
They may never find our bodies,
like they never heard our calls.
But who am I to say this is how it ends?
We did this ... together.
I have nothing to offer. I am falling deeper and deeper into this hole, and the longer I go the harder it all gets. I hate myself, and I don't really care about much of anything. It all sounds so fucking contrived and selfish. You all can think whatever the fuck you want. I don't know what to say.
current mood:  I hate to hurt her.
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| Wednesday, May 17th, 2006
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9:53 pm - Problems
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So I have been having a lot of problems lately. Girlfriend problems, life problems... It all sucks a lot. I don't really feel alive. Oh yeah, and I suck at being a boyfriend. Fuck it all, man. This life is fucking miserable. All around shitty. I do not even feel like thinking about it anymore, let alone posting it online for everyone to see. But I will post it anyways, because Molly was mad that I never posted anything.
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| Saturday, May 6th, 2006
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11:20 pm - fudge
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| Sunday, February 12th, 2006
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1:59 am - Look Out World!
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You may not be ready for THE BAD TOUCH UNCLES just yet. You better get ready!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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| Wednesday, February 1st, 2006
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9:43 pm - I FEEL FAT
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| Thursday, January 19th, 2006
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10:19 pm
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I fucking hate everything. I just thought the world should know. That Osama is one bad mamma-jamma. He is all, "Vietnam this, we screwed the Soviet Union that." That dude is full of it. I mean I am sure our president sucks, but history has taught us that the whole war thing sucks bull's balls. Besides, he totally had our help when he ruined the reds. We have been through Vietnam, and if this really is anything like that, we will withdraw and eventually be alright. But then again, if it isn't, and we "stay the course," then we can only wait and see. But if that fag feels like he has to try trick us with his bullshit-psychotic-despot-mind-rape then he can choke and die on his ugly ass beard. All patriotism and religious radicalism aside, everybody needs to just shut the fuck up! Alright, i know that sounds naive, and you can take it for what its worth, but my head is spinning with this bullshit.
okay okay, i know that that sounds bad, but i just want to burst and let all the stupidity that the world has force-fed me out in one giant, slimy, sticky, stupid, explosion. "FUCK" is what I would hypothetically scream if I were to hypothetically explode and release all the shit. but i know that just can't happen, AND whats worse is that I know how obnoxious this whole rant sounds. that pisses me off even more. i watch all these fucking people say stuff like this and i can't help but think about how obnoxious they sound. only now, i am the one that sounds like an obnoxious prick. Boo hoo.
i don't know whether to feel sorry for myself or to just hate myself for sounding like an ass.
aye what a conundrum. fuck fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. censor that, bitch!
current mood: chipper
current music: bullshit!!!!!!!
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| Saturday, January 7th, 2006
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5:57 pm - How much of our lives do we waste by whining?
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Fucking Hell. Life is some straight up bull-jive right now. Working a lot - still poor, about to start school - fuck school, and then a bunch of other personal shit that I just cannot seem to fix. What the fuck. I mean, I know life is supposed to suck most of the time, but let's have a little bit of fun every once in a while. Is that too much to ask? Additionally, I need some fucking friends, but, as it turns out, I am a bastard-of-a-person. Boo-(expletive deleted)-hoo, right? One thing is certain. I need to fix my life. I should probably try fixing my girlfriend's computer too.
current mood:  cranky
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| Monday, December 12th, 2005
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8:14 pm
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After a much needed hiatus, I am back, if only for a night. I have finished my final exams already and I am now getting acquainted with the cheap-ass bottle of canadian whiskey in my fridge. If only I could harness the power of my drunkenness to write something brilliant, something inspirational. I fear, however, that I cannot. In fact, I think I just wasted the past couple of minutes doing this. Ooh ouch. Well there has to be something to cover. A recent survey suggests that... Man, I don't know shit about any recent surveys. I know they are fucking meaningless statistical interpretations of bullshit facts that no one cares about. I was thinking the other day... and then I got tired and gave up. Yow! I will be here all week! Man. This shit sucks. I am essentially talking to myself; only the whole fucking world can read it. Its like a massage chair. NO IT IS NOT!!!! Ha! God Damn it, I am good. Seriously though, I do birthday parties and bachelorette parties too. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK. Freedom of speech is the bomb. The Hydrogen Bomb, that is. God, I give up. I hate this fucking website. See you in another couple of months, I guess.
current mood:  mischievous
current music: Not a god damned thing
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| Thursday, October 20th, 2005
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10:40 pm
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Well as you all could have predicted, I have given up on SPAM before the uh... Revolution or whatever the hell I was blabbering about. I am tired. Smoke on the water, Cat Scratch Fever.
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| Sunday, October 16th, 2005
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9:12 pm
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| Saturday, October 15th, 2005
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9:44 pm
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