...who? cares?...http://news.yahoo.com/s/eo/20051124/en_celeb_eo/17841. big fucking deal. nick and jessica are breaking up.
but here's even more important news...http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20051123/ap_on_fe_st/obit_ugliest_dog_4
This fucker is ugly. but i've seen uglier. not dogs, but humans. hell, i went to school with quite a few and work with even more.
i'm alittle afraid to take a drink of my rum and coke because i had just taken a drink that i thought was rum and coke and it was only rum. i had taken a pee break after pouring the rum and just thought it was what i had left of the previous one.
have any of you been getting a lot of spam e-mail about "your password", "paris hilton & nicole ritchie" and "you've been logged"? damn over the last two days, i've been getting so much stuff in my junk mail folder that it's annoying.
palm trees are one of my favorite trees.
how many servings is a pack of mentos? I'm not saying i've just eaten the whole pack, but I am saying if i eat two more, i will have eaten the whole pack in about 15 minutes.
nothing like having focus.
setting out to get a job done and getting the job done.
btw, rum and coke doesn't taste good immediately after eating a whole pack of mentos.
so jessica and nick have broken up. i'll bet it's her dad that caused the breakup. he has mentioned her "D" cups before in interviews. I'm not saying that anything has happened but then again, i'm not saying anything has happened.
"i ain't never known a child to turn out right without a pa." (sug avery, the color purple), but that may not always be true, if the pa is having sexual relations with the child.
no one will give a damn. guess that's life. say you got a feeling. see the writing on the wall. angels on the ceilings. will calm you when you fall. no i won't take your for granted. no i want take you for granted. hear the phony laughter. echoing off the wall. can't hear the child's wander. my innocense got lost along the way. no i won't take you for granted. you don't say you will. you don't say it hurts. all the love in the world. wont' let you let go. hold on. your soul will rise again. i know that it will. hold on. your soul will rise again. i know that it will. hold on. your soul will rise again. i know that it will. you say you got a feeling. alright.
if i won me the lottery. i'd dance naked in the street. with a top hot full of money. and you'd want to get to know me. if i won me the lottery.
sorry i had gone into a beth hart mode for a few. that's www.bethhart.com. go there. buy, listen. enjoy.
i've been thinking i need a voodoo doll and ouija board. one never knows when one needs to conjure up a spirit. or poke pins in a voodoo doll to make others think you control their pain. but seriously, how funny would it be to pretend to want to conjure up a spirit to frighten others? that's all i've got to say 'bout that.
gypsies, tramps and thieves.
i went to a shakra reader one time. she read my shakras and i still don't know what she's talking about. i put my finger in a contraption thing and then a computer screen displayed a unisexual image with about six or seven, possibly more colored dots. what i pretended to learn is that i'm not really passionate about many things. but what i am passionate about. i'm passionate about. i think too much. and i can be moody. that was from my outer aura. me, moody? not when i'm fucking medicated. and i've been fucking medicated almost constantly since 2000ish.
do you realize that if i'm middle aged now, i'd have to live to be almost 80 years old. damn, that's old.
drawn together was rerun tonight.
go ahead and play that shit. motherfucker.
sometimes.
passions? what are mines? yes, i meant to type mines. but not as in land mines or coal mines. as in mines. my plural possessive in some languages.
if you're going to reach for a star. reach for the lowest one. http://www.jerriblank.com/swcquotes.html#mytop
maybe.
forever.
not always.
but at times, maybe yes.
but then again at times, maybe no.
but who's to say?
so anyway, now i'm just babbling. i may come back later and then again maybe i'll go to bed.

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