| Adios.....Blimp |
[27 Jun 2007|11:46pm] |
Still coming to terms with my drinking problem.
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| Still better than everyone else |
[18 Jun 2007|09:39pm] |
So I don't update frequently because I'm clinically depressed and I have a drinking problem because I can't deal with the stress of my car insurance, my job, my singularity, the illegal girls and gay men trying to claw their way into my pants, and writing storyboards for this ultra top secret project, that's totally better than anything you would have ever done....ever....seriously. So the point of the following is that Samuel L. Jackson is the only imaginary friend that Samuel L. Jackson needs.
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| I dream of angels but I live with demons |
[23 May 2007|09:33pm] |
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Little known fact that you probably never knew about me. My birthday is actually May 24th. Yeah suck it Texas. I've been lying to you all these years. Early is on time, and on time is being really drunk and not hanging out with any of you.
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| Life comes at you fast |
[05 May 2007|12:46pm] |
Since people like whining about how I'm too vague, I decided to write a note about it.
Dear Texans,
In about 12 months you will probably never see me again, key word being probably. Cause I really don't feel like explaining the situation(s) at hand, you can rest assured knowing that you should probably go fuck yourself....maybe. And thus my stay in this crap town might be drawing to a close and I should think of some way of sending myself off and chasing deluded dreams. Or I could stay here, I haven't really decided yet. Or I could go somewhere else. I don't know where somewhere else is. All I know is it's not in Texas. So feel free to give me your unwanted thoughts/complaints/advice on this matter you don't really know anything about....kinda. Cause boy I'd sure love to hear it.
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| Brain Construction |
[29 Apr 2007|12:39am] |
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Something bout opening the store then going to some retarded meeting about something fucking stupid. Then back to the floor to serve the ignorant masses, with that blank fucking look in their eyes, just staring at you. Guys go for looks, girls go for status. Eventually life is about relationships, and you're not wearing any clothes around some chick who's getting married and three gay guys. You don't know why you're there, or why you took off your pants. Something about those underpants. Wicking the sweat from your balls. You're drifting in and out of consciousness and repeatedly banging your head against the porch rail behind you. You don't really know why you're doing it, but it just makes sense. Then you start getting phone calls from some guy making standoffs about how this is the end or your friendship, cause you're drunk or something, and you should be somewhere else doing something unimportant. And then you start fighting for what you believe in. But that doesn't last long....cause that fried shrimp is really good.
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| That man is not allowed to pay his way home |
[23 Apr 2007|10:54pm] |
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Attention douche bags and douche baguettes. In exactly 6 weeks, me, 1st Class Captain von Captain C. Captainstein and Uncle "he really did that to that little boy" Weekend are getting hammered, together, at a location yet undetermined. Go fuck yourselves and have a wonderful day.
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| To the one I love: Prepare to die. |
[06 Mar 2007|02:03am] |
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This can't be true. April 1st is a long way off and what not, so....Just...wow... I guess all those dot's can't express my feelings bout that. That kind of joy is hard to describe. But I can't go to North Carolina any time soon, cause the bank wants to repossess my new car. And my upper middle class bracket something....whatever 40k mmo suck it bitches.
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| Death Cab for Chewie |
[20 Feb 2007|01:40am] |
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So I haven't updated in something like....i dunno a few months or something. Merry Christmas fuckers. Since I'm lazy and not sure if Captain got a new phone, Hey, spring break(not really) let's hang out again. In March. If Becca is getting her friends (notice the lack of negative adjectives, that's love right there), and going to Houston for some kind of devil worshipping, then dammit.....I forgot where that speech was going, but it ends up in North Carolina. Where we'll do devil worshipping right. With strippers and blackjack. And I have some Screenshots to post, but I can't, cause i forgot how to do that lj cut thing, and people will bitch at me for uploading a bunch of enormous images up in plain view, cause of their vagina can't handle all those big pictures or something. And I guess I should say something meaningful or share some life story bout my mood, or my hair color, my state of mind or my general well-being. Gonna do it simultaneous like. Pay attention. Go-Go laser-brown-rocket god i want to kill myself arm!
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| Bitches get stitches. |
[03 Feb 2007|02:37am] |
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"It had a very sinister appearance," Coakley told reporters. "It had a battery behind it, and wires." Allow me to wax poetic. You don't understand that following quote. It's from one of Boston's finest, describing boxes that project an LED cutout of ATHF characters. See Boston thought those boxes were bombs. And a bunch of crap happened. I guess, since the therapist will probably tell on Wednesday that I need to talk bout my feelings. I say suck it. Bitch.
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| That Man finally makes his appearance |
[15 Jan 2007|08:14pm] |
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Often times I find myself doing things that I should under no circumstance be doing. This is one of those things. Which is just a waste of time for a prelude to something else I shouldn't be doing. And that would be standing out in the frozen wasteland at midnight, possibly in a fistfight with some greasy pizza face, trying to get a copy of BC. But that's just one of those interesting curve balls that life throws at you. In the end, god doesn't get murdered. In the end, Captain Ahab doesn't kill Moby Dick. But none of that is really important. And you probably don't understand it either. Which is cool and everything. I think it's kinda weird when people write these things. Usually it's always some long sol..thing that Shakespeare had his characters do. The long narration describing all their feelings and thoughts and whatever. Fuck that. Break the 4th wall. Not like I'm doing this cause I feel like it. Just trying to waste some time. And that time isn't wasting fast enough. Maybe I should have planned this out a little better. Aaron Danger is coming back to town maybe. I ate the gift basket that Peter got me for Christmas and almost got sick. Best service you'll get at San Pedro and Rector for the rest of the month. Ummm..I already said god didn't die. Errr..Puppy in a cast, fucking fatties and their goddamn frappachino's when it's fucking 30 degrees outside and they're gonna fucking have a heart attack in the fucking line. I don't really know how I should feel about this one thing though. Becca thinks a story about a guy telling a Cajun chef to go fuck himself, 14 times, is spot on for me. I guess....Fuck you Decatur Street.
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| Tuf enough |
[22 Dec 2006|11:05am] |
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Christmas party with the crew last night at my Starbucks. I managed to make it through the night by only taking off my shirt. On the other side, Becca took my comment out of text and had to do that whole "in your face thing." So in retaliation, here's a direct quote from Shane, this super gay dude I work with:
"I love Ed, he's already super hot, and he gets hotter every time I see him."
See that?! Gay guys think I'm super hot! In your FACE!
Also contemplating getting aim again. Not to talk to people, but to get Becca to send me certain musical numbers. Or find her sister and take back her cd's. See that? That's action right there. Taking. Not asking "hey can you give those back?" Damn no. Ain't got time to ask please. Ring ring ring.
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| Hail to the king baby |
[11 Dec 2006|02:48am] |
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You are the Hanged Man
Self-sacrifice, Sacrifice, Devotion, Bound.
With the Hanged man there is often a sense of fatalism, waiting for something to happen. Or a fear of
loss from a situation, rather than gain.
The Hanged Man is perhaps the most fascinating card in the deck. It reflects the story of Odin who offered himself as a sacrifice in order to gain knowledge. Hanging from the world tree, wounded by a spear, given no bread or mead, he hung for nine days. On the last day, he saw on the ground runes that had fallen from the tree, understood their meaning, and, coming down, scooped them up for his own. All knowledge is to be found in these runes.
The Hanged Man, in similar fashion, is a card about suspension, not life or death. It signifies selflessness, sacrifice and prophecy. You make yourself vulnerable and in doing so, gain illumination. You see the world differently, with almost mystical insights.
What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.
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| Metal Pole?! |
[11 Dec 2006|02:06am] |
So since Huy told his pvp story, I guess I'll throw my opinion in there and my plans for what I'm actually gonna do on WoW next week. A 60 in all epic gear ganking 60s in blues is essentially the same thing as a 60 in blues ganking 30s in greens.
Edit: I felt that I have not explained the situation in it's entirety. See PVP in WoW isn't really based on skill. It's determined by the difference in the gear that you or your oppenant has(ve). See a guy in all epics can own everyone *not* in all epics(one on one), while someone in all blues has a very very low chance of beating someone in all epics unless the person in all epics is flat out terrible. But that is very unlikely since you know, they're in all epics.
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| It's like a car, you know, the tiny ones. |
[27 Nov 2006|07:39pm] |
Lot's of junk, no time. The Wii is biased against left handed people, and I totally own everyone at bowling. Fight night is still entertaining, I could sit there and knock guys out all day. New puppy. Named Cooper. Like Mini-Cooper cause he looks exactly like Robby. Cept he's itty bitty and doesn't have a tail. Don't like the name? Think it's stupid to give a dog a name based on a car? Well Coop says, "Bring it bitch."
GoW is still great. blah blah blah, ugly whores, blah work, blah blah. Stupid whorestop bitch next door not giving the register tape.
Grease the wheels.
O yeah. Fuck all you white bitches. I was scratching my leg.
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| Deathnote, the game |
[03 Nov 2006|06:28pm] |
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So I'm being told that Death Note is doing wildly popular in Japan as an anime(unconfirmed). To go along with the success, the company is making a Deathnote game, for the DS.
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| I want to go someplace exotic. Like Pittsburgh. |
[03 Nov 2006|04:40am] |
Attention Whores.
Playing through the Marvel Game. Again. On hard. All that means is everyone has all their super powers. And Stuff. So still, if you're interest(ing)ed, feel free to give me a call, and we can fight evil together. Bitches.
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| Fuck Namor |
[26 Oct 2006|04:49pm] |
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So Big plans for Friday. And Technically Saturday but I'm working on logistics so blow me. Anyway, that new Marvel: Ultimate alliance game is out. It's got like 700 playable Marvel characters. From Awesome (Iron Man, Deadpool, Spider-man) to "who the hell is that?" (Uatu, Attuma, Heimdall). So Friday night, if you don't suck, feel free to contact me to get some 4 player on that shit. I call dibs on Iron man. Unless you can play as Silver Surfer...then...I dunno.
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| I think I have lupus |
[24 Oct 2006|04:39am] |
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Plotting things. May also involve combat knives. Had a dream. Skipped out on San Antonio, went back to Charlotte and moved in with Captain. Then we started a band. I think. Pretty fucking awesome. Man that would be really sweet. I think I'm gonna shut this thing down soon. I don't whine enough to warrant space on the internet.
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| This is not an acceptable form of communication |
[19 Oct 2006|02:46am] |
Yeah that picture should make you chuckle.
It should also make you remember why people don't talk to me that much.
Anyway, I just gotta know something.
Hey Tony and Karen. You guys do realize that you're going to a party right? People do fun things at parties. I can understand that you guys don't get out much, so I'm willing to let the initial "I'm so scared to try anything new fun and exciting" slide. Just a few concerns. Tony come on, don't sit there with a stupid look of shock on your face, you knew this was coming. You're lucky I toned down all the insults too. List was getting too long to remember. Anyway, the long of the short is, Why don't you guys try to lighten up and have fun with a group of people for a change, instead of sitting in a corner, dead silent, until you guys start making out like you're freshmen in high school and your hormones just went ballistic. That's not very giving to the mood that this is a celebration bitches. This is a gathering of like minded souls shedding the fact that they all live boring, trite, unfulfilling lives, and smiling, and having fun together in a glorious fest.
Don't use that DD excuse. It's lame. Stop acting like you guys are responsible.
Don't use that "licking" thing either. It's lame. Stop acting like you guys are little kids.
Just roll with me on this and you guys might actually enjoy this party thing that's coming up next week. Don't be so modest and prudes. Everyone knows you're not, so when you act all snobby and too holier than though to partake in this jenga thing, it kinda makes you guys look like giant douchebags. So please, don't be giant douchebags.
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