finding frustration in my unsuccessful seduction attempt.

giving a sly wink to Blindswine.

Thanks, you adorable little pig.

Hey, if I can't get it in the physical world, I'll work in in the virtual.

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drinking a cold Coors , waiting for the rodeo to start. looking forward to staring my own rodeo newspaper.tired of working for someone else, tired of wearing a shirt and tie, want to pull my jeans and boots on. want to just be me.

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cofused. What do people in Arcadia do for fun?

I mean besides attending rodeos?

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looking out th' window, wishing it was my view

realising it is my view -

feeling top!

Stepping aside so Skottey can step deeper into that hole he's digging.

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woke up with the hiccups. How weird is that? Trying to drink my coffee between spasms and smoke a cigarette.......hmm.......doesn't work too well. Found out the item I bid for in Ebay is closer to being mine....*getting excited*.... Have a great morning *hiccup* y'all!

smoking a cig and wandering through sorabji

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WOW....how boring was that!!!!

climbing out of the hole and throwing Jim in. haha

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dealing with that special kind of pain that only dentists can create... feels like she pulled a "marathon man" on me... pffft... at least she was cute. then, to add insult to injury, she stuck a mirror in my face to show me the fruit of her labor: raw gums and blood-stained teeth. (rinse and spit, please) that's when i realized that shaving off my goatee this morning was a huge mistake. not only does my mouth hurt, i also look like a putz. a putz with a bright, sparkling smile.

bartender?

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gritting teeth. happy pirate meets sheriff porky on the edge of the road. ambush! monkeyman and his pet gurgle destroy the tremulous fabric of humanity. betsy ross is weeping.

frozen fetus baked fpesh. we're on the dope tip, we're on the dope tip, we're on the dope tip.

dpl. dpl. dpl.

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sitting on my ass at work listening to a shitty radio station and watching the clock tic away anticipating getting the hell out of here at 4:30

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Dunno what the hell I am!

wondering if Bowie will ever come back....

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Laughing hysterically. Sorry Skotty, my big ass won't fit in that hole... *hehehe*

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declaring once again that it is Skottey with an e

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Declaring once again that I am laughing myself to tears reading Jimbabes shit in the message boards!!!! You are to much!

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i'm high asa a kite...i justa might....stop to check you out..........let me go on......like a blister in the sun......Come on with me and lets take a ride on the skin bus through tuna town!!!

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savoring every disastorous moment of the magic johnson show

....off to bed.

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monkey man monkey man monkey man. monkey man.

monkey man monkey man monkey monkey man.

we be too drunk for here.

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informing Subboybob he's committed one of my song pet peeves.. It's "Like EYE blister in the sun."

Picky, picky, picky.

and saying goodnight after more sexual frstration and a large tofu salad.

wondering what provoked Mark's weird and should I say bizarre dreams....?

Probably all this talk about monkey men and chordates.

monkey men so cute. huhu.

Getting ready for temp job #19.

Can hardly sustain my excitement.

*blows party favor*

Weee.

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mostly waiting to see my love again

astonished at myself

reminded of a dream i had the other morning, from which i woke up sobbing

dreaming that Mark Thomas is killing my xwife and putting her corpse in a shoe box......

Go Mark Go!

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thinking it was caused by the pork chops. metabolizing, festering, re-organizing inside the body, causing chemical changes that make the synapses hypersnap. this was already inside you. the chops were the catalyst. now you understand from whence comes your dinner. fortunately for you, i know how to fix this.

thinking back to when i had disturbing dreams. lately, if and when i do have disturbing dreams, they involve people close to me....only in my dreams, they've done something to piss me off. some rude behavior or other.

upon waking up, i am in a really foul mood....totally pissed off at the person who pissed me off in my dream. and god help them if i should see them that next day....even though i know that it is not logical to be upset with them for something they did not do....in my mind, they did do it.

wish my dreams were more simple....of monkey men and waltzing noses.

Just finishing watching a little video clip of Yoda screwin' a sheep that a friend e-mailed me...complete with sounds and all. Kinda yucky. Hope ya like it Jimbabe!!!!!

getting information from the front lines... Double-D has been spotted in the national operations center... the chase is on... my pac-west operation is in full swing; the seatle operatives should be closing in on the perpatrator within the next week of ten days... with any luck, i'll have all my gear back in my lovin' arms by the end of the month.

end transmission.

*yawning*

Time for beddy-bye

G'nite Sorabjiites.

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going to turn this computer off and STAY off the damn thing until Monday. My eyes are glazing and my fingers are cramping and I need flesh-time so bad my cells are screaming. Wish me luck.

Just sitting here in suburbia....bored off my ass. I want to find that girl of my dreams, but its just been mindless dating so far and i seem to get depressed about this to keep myself busy everyday. I cant wait to go back to college. Its all about San Diego baby, southside 619. whoomp whoomp. peace out. late.

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hittin da sleepy time me say me hittin da bed me say me it no me mine me say me hittin da road an da city behind me he hitttin da bed but it no me mine jus rememba to make it riiiiiight she kill me slowly moday da time sheeeeeeiiiiit

shaking my head. just woke up on the floor of my sister's apartment.... how i got here and what i did last night are total mysteries at this point... all i know is what is documented (see above) the fact that i'm not feeling my sister's foot hitting me repeatedly in the head must mean that she's currently out of town.... i hate waking up like this. me: sprawled all over the floor. view: overturned chair, beer bottle, scatterred money, ashtray, open laptop on desk. oh well. it beats waking up in my empty apartment. i think i'll load myself a bong and watch a movie.

semiconscious, listlessly listening to some dreamy music by K. S. Sorabji. I inch somewhere, goalless as a nematode; other than to find food periodically, things just happen.

preparing to head out on a summer trek of (pitifully) epic proportions. I've quit my job, bought all the food I can carry, and am going to be grinding my face on the road for about six weeks. I have about $400 in funds. I have a '89 subaru. I have cans and cans of beans and tuna fish.

Wish me luck. Maybe I'll see the great payphone in the Mojave.

...even if I don't go there...

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Wishing I had accepted my Aunt's offer of a turkey sandwich to bring home from the party. That turkey was MIGHTY good.

Oh well.

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this is where the damage comes from.

you walk through life unawares, until some defining event happens that tears a hole in the fabric of your percieved reality and shows you the ugly truth behind the pretty facade.

it's the fourth of july.

i've just recieved an IM from jen telling me that earlier today, a blood vessel exploded in her brother's brain. she's wearing his clothes, wrapped in his sheets, and sleeping in his bed. it's 2:20AM and her brother is dead.

this is where the damage starts.

we're talking through these little boxes; she in new orleans, i in nyc. i can't hold her, can't sing to her, can't really comfort her.

i can only type to her... but i don't have much to say.

celebrating 4th of July in my own special way

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Relaxing after a very long day. Was on the boat for 9 hours today. Then we did a couple of July 4th things like a really nice show on Clearwater Beach and another one on Anclote Beach. Clearwater was by far the nicest. Then we went to another one in some God awful redneck town about 40 minutes away from Clearwater...all these big, fat, drunk, hairy, dirty ass people with not a tooth in their mouthes and each woman had about 5 kids a piece...we didnt bother to watch the show. No thank you. Got outta there quite quickly. Time for a shower and bed.

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thinking about fat, having been around a number of hefty people this weekend, some of whom had multiple children, but none of whom were dirty, and realizing that i no longer have the distance from that substance that once i had, which would permit an air of superiority, alas, judge not that ye be not judged, someday when you're over 35, and suddenly it's not so easy...

Thinking thats all well and good but these skeevy people were around my age...late 20's. I dont critisize usually but there is no excuse to look and smell like that. I think if they werent so busy spitting out kid after kid they might be able to perhaps afford some deodarant and some decent clothes for all those kids and maybe some new teeth as well. They sure had enough beer though. Yuck is all I can really say to describe that bunch of people. They used the most filthiest language around all the kids too which really made it that much worse. I, thank God, did not have my daughter with me and I was very glad I didnt because I dont expose her to that kind. I guess it all boils down to how you wanna be thought of..I certainly dont wanna be thought of as one of "them." I am far from perfect but I have a little class when I feel its appropriate and a family festivity such as July 4th fireworks is reason for a little class and respect. Thats the way I was raised and it will pay off when my daughter grows up I'm sure.

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stuffed to the gills. Damn. Why do we eat so damn much just because of a holiday?

*waddle waddle*

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Nothing...I`m absolutly bored.

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thinking it's too fucking hot in my sis's apartment.... i'm cranking up the AC and hoping she doesn't show up tonight...

cuz if she does she's gonna kick my ass...

shit.

the last thing i need is to get my ass kicked by my 105 pound sista....

that would suck.

and knowing her, it would hurt, too.

admiring that word, skeevy

laying it down for the public record for all of our polish friends:

mark is the guilty party here.... put a couple long island ice teas in the boy and he'll say anything.... i just happened to write it down.

direct all hate mail to the address below. i am totally innocent.

no, really.

i mean, really.

huh...

that bastard.

confessing.

ok.

so it was me.

but the polish bartender's breasts *did* shake when she made LIT's... and she was the one who told me that polish women mature in 4 years... (and that 4 years did her a whole *world* of good).....

but it's still all mark's fault.

bastard.

(and all the "ass" comments came outta his mouth anyway.... well, most of them....)

is telling mark he's gotta yank that shit and any reference to it... out of context it's looking uglier by the minute....

Morning coffee Morning smoke .......and doing a little victory dance for winning that backpack that I so dearly wanted. .......and dancing some more because my girlfriend is back... .......for good. LIFE IS GOOD!

Calling the godforsaken cable company. Damn, it's easy to see why they have a bad reputation.

ARGH!!!!!

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making a mental note to never karioke in the philappines:

Man Killed for Singing Off-Key

MANILA, Philippines (AP) - Drunken revelers fatally stabbed a man who sang an off-key rendition of a popular love song at a Manila pub. Ely Dignadice, a 29-year-old seaman, was also drunk when he took a microphone and belted out a local song titled ``Remember Me'' out of tune, drawing jeers from 10 men at a nearby table, police said. Later, the men left the pub and waited with knives, bottles, wooden clubs and a gun. They allegedly attacked the man when he walked out of the pub with two friends, killing him and injuring his companions.

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My email doesn't work. I just got back from a 10 day adventure leading all across the midwestern United States, and I have a lot of work to do. I have seen better days. I have seen worse. I've never had cable, and I don't like karaoke.

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My email doesn't work. I just got back from a 10 day adventure leading all across the midwestern United States, and I have a lot of work to do. I have seen better days. I have seen worse. I've never had cable, and I don't like karaoke.

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Why don't I just put that on there about 18 times, just in case you forgot it the first 2? Sorry, its a bad day.

My email is fixed. I feel much better. I think I'll only post this once to celebrate.

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