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Journal: -------------------------------------------Mood: The Usual <object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZDl_YHnu6Tk&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZDl_YHnu6Tk&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object> ...Created 2010-05-26 11:16:05

Journal: -------------------------------------------Mood: Frustrated Why didn't my last journal entry bother anyone? Huh? Is it because I mistyped PMs? ...Created 2010-05-24 00:27:14

Journal: -------------------------------------------Mood: Nosey I hope Jimmy knows that he is running a dating site. Boy oh boy, some of the shit I read in all of your pls. Whew. Makes me blush! ...Created 2010-05-23 10:23:47

Journal: -------------------------------------------Mood: The Usual Why write more long epic poems when all of my thoughts are so short and so sweet? ...Created 2010-05-20 12:05:29

Journal: -------------------------------------------Mood: The Usual Ugh. It's like a nursing home here. Nothing ever exciting happens except for the occasionally person dying (or in our case, leaving) ...Created 2010-05-17 07:04:32

Journal: -------------------------------------------Mood: diminished If I can believe in myself, through somebody else, I'd walk right up to her and say: "Your faith is my pride. I gotta have you aside me." -- Shawn Mullins 'Amy's Eyes' ...Created 2010-05-12 13:04:23

Journal: -------------------------------------------Mood: Sick Fish chips and vinegar ...Created 2010-05-03 11:36:09

Journal: To Runes -------------------------------------------Mood: Don't you agree? So I read the whole log of events of your lately which I admit is a thousand % more interesting than mine. (Today, I took my son to the grocery store in matching clothes and spent 10 minutes in the butter section alone...so yeah, i've gone a little soft...and my cigar/whiskey/nawlins days are over and done with...I tired out that whole scene) That court stuff? Your victory over those freeloading assfucks? That is great stuff. What?! No. I'm not trying to act like your friend all of the sudden. I am your sworn enemy. You are an extremely neurotic wench with PMS 365 days a year and a dull obsession with the folly and fraud of politics. I'm a real asswipe...but not nearly as pathetic as this..whats his name, nobodyimportant or something. Jesus. This guy has some serious paranoid-personality-disorder problems. And you are some kind of kitchen knife touring his innards. O.K. O.K....I'm guessing he was one of the roommates. No? Well he is now. That is write. I'm going to write a story about you. How long it lasts depends on how much more you reveal on EliteSkills. You can't run, you can't hide under different names, you can't ignore every single handle that I can create. You'll just have to deal...or get off of elites. You fascinating creature. I'm joking of course. I've already gotten crucified enough by the critics writing about women. If I kept going, it would soley be to piss them off and that would be selling out, wouldn't it? Know where I'm going with this? Boom. I know you hate me, have no respect for me and wish corporal harm upon me. I don't inspire anything other than new ways to insult a man that you have a hard boiled hatred for. You aren't the first, and certainly won't be the last. So here I am, run over by your car, limbs broken from your sledgehammer, set afire, still staggering your way to merely repeat myself from last year. It isn't about the fact that 99% of elites members, whether they love or hate you, would read it...it is the fact that you want it too. And you just don't know it yet. Fuck the money, fuck the fame. We ALL know that isn't what you are about. So don't waste more time trying to beat what I already know back into my head. I'm not about to suck on your ass and tell you your talented. You know that too. Why waste more time being a stubborn, indignant hairsplitter and put that scabrous guttermouth to a use better than kowtowing to liberalism and denying those the freedom of not giving a damn to those who don't give a damn, just because you voted and they stayed home to watch the playoffs. You write with mephitic force. And you have something to offer that has never been seen before. Forget that this is coming from me. Pretend I don't exist. Never talk to me again. write a novel. To shut up and shut down all of those self-righteous gasbags like me out there who think(or in my case thought) that they did it better. Beotch. ...Created 2010-05-02 18:04:15

Journal: Your shit smell -------------------------------------------Mood: Angry I've had about enough of all of your floccinaucinihilipilification. ...Created 2010-05-02 09:05:38

Journal: -------------------------------------------Mood: The Usual Nobody knows ...Created 2010-05-01 09:31:46