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[Sep. 14th, 2004|11:19 pm] |
No I'm not dead yet...
I should be able to sleep 'cause I'm all tuckered out but alas no sleeping...
I keep worrying about Julie Doiron interviews booked...and my stupid job interview to volunteer somewhere to get my freaking PR credit...and the Juno Fest party I have to start planning...and missing school to go out to Western Canadian Music Week, and how I'm going to get all my homework done on top of being label manager at endearing...
But next week my new ibook G4 comes, and I shall rejoice in portable goodness... and CCMA social...and then five nights at a super fancy hotel!
Oh and of course the new interpol album... |
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[Aug. 4th, 2004|10:51 pm] |
These Christian bastards stole my name!
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[Aug. 2nd, 2004|03:19 am] |
Sangria is good...
I really wish I could sleep...
When does Garden State open...I need to see that movie...
Life partner email me or call you FUCKTARD... |
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[Aug. 2nd, 2004|03:06 am] |
Today was really crap-tacular I got out of bed super late because I was hungover
I feel unusual because my antidepressants are making me hairy.
I'm so stoned.
Last night I had to masturbate twenty times. I'm so horny. Click here to see my website.
I want to tell the world to get fucked.
I am sharpening my knives before I go to work today, because I'm going to cut out Robert's heart and feed it to him for losing my mail.
Today, I got a digital camera! Yes! Here's some photos of my cock.
I want to say thanks to the world for absolutely fucking nothing! You all suck. I feel so alone, no one ever reads this journal, or even comments to let me know that I'm not suffering alone. It's cold here, and I want to die, but I cannot figure out how many of you to take with me when I go.
I went to the doctor yesterday, and he said I have bipolar disorder, and a healthy imagination.
You should all do this quiz! It's amazingly accurate. You just put in your name and birthday, and it will tell you what your favourite sexual position is.
Wow hell sure gets cold in the winter!
That's enough for now. But I'll leave you with some naked photos of myself. (Not safe for work - teehee).
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[Jul. 26th, 2004|03:04 pm] |
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I must have thought I was emailing someone...note how I added my name at the end of the last entry...I am a fuck-tard! |
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[Jul. 23rd, 2004|12:15 am] |
Bahh our vacation plans keep getting all fucked.
We can't go to Hecla anymore...and we're trying to find somewhere else to go.
I think Heather is going to try and get us in at either Elkhorn Lodge or Temple Gardens Mineral Spa...luckily I don't have worry abou getting time off work...the joy of working for friends!
Tomorrow morning I'm going to be swallowing a garden hose with a camera on it! Bring on the Versed and Morphine!
On a happier note the dreaded essay is done, and I got the classes I wanted at U of W for fall and winter.
33more credit hours until I have a Bachelor of Communications...woo hoo!
Then in a few years hopefully I can con endearing records into laying me off and go back and get more education for free! |
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[Jul. 20th, 2004|08:09 pm] |
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Justin called me a motherfucker! Since when did the little jam tart start swearing? |
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[Jul. 20th, 2004|08:00 pm] |
Can't finish term paper...
I threw out a 7 dollar watermelon, it sucked, all dry and seedy...supposed to be one of those fun and super-good mini watermelons (well actually I composted it)
I also threw out my dinner, some sort of rice-beans concoction...lately nothing tastes too good except for Cream of Wheat, ice chips, and the Iced Tea that Heather makes that has almost no sugar in it.
I made soup last night that I hate (but Bob likes), chocolate pudding on the weekend that I don't like, freshly juiced juice that I don't like, I no longer like plain old dutch potato chips (my drug cocktail induced nausea cure),and I can't eat soy (anything), onions, garlic, eggs, or sulphites anymore
So as a vegetarian my body is essentially saying "Fuck Protein!"
So really that leaves me with Cream of Wheat, Heather's Iced Tea, Ice Chips, and Freshly Juiced Juice...
I'm fucked I eat Cream of Wheat in 30 degree heat!
Got a 500 dollar bill for the Air Conditioner today, nice knowing you pension refund check!
Fuck Protein! Bring on the rickets! |
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