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Let the couch hopping begin!

Dream a little dream of me....
Trying to find my lightswitch...What time is it?Collapse )

SHUP already!
And what does modern drunkard magazine say the drink of the day is?

"Feb. 25th= International Quiet Day. Oh, yeah? Who’s gonna enforce it? The U.N.? Those guys are pussies! Loud mouth soup (Dewar’s neat)."

3 hours of sleep makes me mean... growl...
I declare on this day, my day of birth:

Two things-

Shup (shut+up) (pronounced- 'shuhup')


Fuckel (fuck+it+all / fuck+you+all) (pronounced- 'fuh q uhl')

are officially MY words.
Mine. Yes, I made them up. All mine ya bitches. And don't even think I won't notice if ya steal em!
(even though I won't care if ya do)

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Happy Birfday to me.

Wonder if I can scroung enough change for a real pack of smokes today!

That'd be a feat.

Phil, you dirty, yet, brilliant old fart you..
Well you can tell ev'ryone I'm a down disgrace
Drag my name all over the place.
I don't care anymore.
You can tell ev'rybody 'bout the state I'm in
You won't catch me crying 'cos I just can't win.
I don't care anymore I don't care anymore

I don't care what you say
I don't play the same games you play.

'Cos I've been talking to the people that you call your friends
And it seems to me there's a means to and end.
They don't care anymore.
And as for me I can sit here and bide my time
I got nothing to lose if I speak my mind.
I don't care anymore I don't care no more

I don't care what you say
We never played by the same rules anyway.

I won't be there anymore
Get out of my way
Let me by
I got better things to do with my time
I don't care anymore I don't care anymore

Well, I don't care now what you say
'Cos ev'ry day I'm feeling fine with myself
And I don't care now what you say
Hey I'll do alright by myself
'Cos I know.

'Cos I remember all the times I tried so hard
And you laughed in my face 'cos you held all the cards.
I don't care anymore.
And I really ain't bothered what you think of me
'Cos all I want of you is just a let me be.
I don't care anymore D'you hear? I don't care no more

I don't care what you say
I never did believe you much anyway.

I won't be there no more
So get out of my way.
Let me by
I got better things to do with my time
I don't care anymore
D'you hear? I don't care anymore
I don't care no more
You listening? I don't care no more
No more!

You know I don't care no more!

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Sleeping in jeans sucks.

::pickin mah nose::
I figured out what I want to do on my birthday!!!

What could be better than going to see a movie about the death of a mythical, maniacal, cult leader on the day of my birth?!?!

Fawkin rawk.

Sides that... I found this site, which has informed me of all the movies I'm sure to never see in the future because I'm fucking poor.

Now, back to whatever the hell it was you were doing before you stopped here.

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Birthday in 2 days. And no one will let me forget it.
I want to just forget it.
I wanted this one to mean something. To be special.
And it wont be.

I say I skip this year, and go straight on to the next one.


In other news:
As shaggy put it...

Linux + Perl + dreads = damn sexy?

Yes, I'm going to try and not kill him, but I'm going to let Shag show me Perl.

I got nothin nice to say right now. And as mah mummah always said...

Close your eyes, and picture:

You're sitting in the passenger seat next to me, driving that old car we could never fix just right.
We're doing 80 on the freeway.
We don't have a destination.

But we're miles from home.
And not quite where we are.

Surrounding us is the desert.
Stretched out for miles on all sides.
Theres nothing but two lanes of freshly paved highway before, and behind us.

And we're not saying a word.

We merely listen to the words of the songs that play on the beat up radio that picks up so few stations here and there.

We took pictures with our instant camera.
The old Medicine Man that sold us the tomato.
The children playing hopscotch in the dirt.

Theres a picture of the snow angels we made in the cracked dirt landscape of the dried desert around us.
Those are my favorite.

Picture us whispering poetry under our breath as we say our vows in front of that horrible Elvis impersonator.

Now we're driving farther west.
More long empty freeways.
We lost the map long ago.

The car stops.
And we're there.

Sitting on the hood.
Holding hands.
Staring out at the ocean.

Waves breaking before us, breaking in our future.
The smell of the sea filling our senses with happiness.
We slept there.

Nothing but the sound of our breathing and the water cracking against the shore.

Too bad it's all a dream.
A farse.
A hopeless little girls fantasy.


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