Enemy of Reality

So... yeah.

Tue, 27 Dec 2005 13:56:40 GMT

Well, haven't seen this in a long, long while. I wonder if anyone ever checks this shit anymore?

Only one way to find out.

New pad, new modem, new shit.

Wed, 06 Oct 2004 18:28:36 GMT

Boo fucking yah, everyone. I finally got myself moved into my new apartment and I finally put down the cash for a nice, high quality cable modem service. Yes, I have broadband. I couldn't be more pleased.

...

...Well, maybe if my fucking friends would get off their goddamn lazy asses and visit me, I'd be more pleased. I mean, shit. I only got help from one friend while all the others were off doing shit they conveniently 'forgot' to tell me about, only to constantly tell me "Yeah, man.. that's awesome, you got your own place. We'll have to come visit sometime!" and never fucking show up. Makes me want to bitch slap a few of them, I swear. If it wasn't for David, I would've had to move all my shit my fucking self.

Grr.

But enough of that. I got my own place! I'm on my own now and I'm loving it. No Fat Fucking Oaf (aka my brother), no worries about privacy and above all, I feel ready to tackle the world and move on from what used to be a dead-end, pathetic and empty life. I'll have some pictures up later, when I get a chance to take a walk around with my camera. But for now, I'm on day 5 of an 8 day long work streak. Ugh. I fucking hate October here. The leaves change colors from their healthy green to a sickly, death coated brown and orange; fat, rich yuppies like to look at them and get off, I guess. They're just fucking leaves, for fuck's sake. Maybe I'll understand when I'm old, wrinkled and have nothing better to do than make younger people miserable.

Nah, screw that. If I haven't figured out how to be immortally young by then, I think I'd rather die at the age of 60 or something. Unless I was going to be old like Patrick Stewart or Sean Connery old. Or maybe Jackie Chan or Mel Gibson old. Them fuckers just seem to ripen, not wither away and die like the rest of us.

A word of advice

Mon, 27 Sep 2004 19:03:03 GMT

Now I remember why I changed my journal security to Friends Only all those months ago, back when I actually updated this thing regularly. There are way too many people out there who get offended by what I say in here that they amass their collective intelligence into one mind, then that one mind voices a stupid ass comment in response to one of my posts that whines and bitches and moans about how 'you shouldn't saaaaay thaaaat' and 'that's not niiiicee' or 'you're meeeeaaannnn'.

All I really should say in response is this:

FUCK YOU.

I can say whatever the FUCK I want in this god damn journal. You should be thanking me that I speak my honest and fucking heart-felt opinion, not bitching about how mean some of the things I say are. Think of it. I can say that President George W. Bush is the fucking anti-christ and that he should be stripped naked, flogged, tossed into the Iraqi desert with nothing but a canteen full of crude oil and a gun with a blank in it without government officials coming into my house, bashing my computer, arresting me and putting me in a goulaug for the rest of my life! Perhaps not for much longer, thanks to the Patriot Act II, but dammit, I can still say it now.

So, to all you fuckheads who even think (and I use the term loosely) about responding to my posts with nothing better than your bitchy little attitudes, I say again:

FUCK YOU.

"In the end, we are all the same. Fertilizer."

Sat, 25 Sep 2004 07:54:21 GMT

Haven't updated this thing in a while. This is going to be a little long, so I suggest you get a snack. And a joint. Bring me back one too, while you're at it. I'm out.

Anyway, let's review this hodge podge piece of shit month called September.
First up to the plate is my brother. The Fat Fucking Oaf. A 23 year old, six foot three inch tall, 275 pound sack of flesh with the reasoning capacity of a God damn 4 year old. He returned home this month on the 1st, stashing the majority of his crap in my mom's garage and my bedroom, which he had comendeered as his own. Including, yet not limited to, my bed, my closet, my dressers, my work out bench and half my bathroom. Also, when I decide to not ignore the constant flow of bullshit pouring out of his flabby lips and actually stand up for myself, he spouts this sort of shit:
"Fuck you, you goddamn queer ass fucker! All you do is work, get your paycheck, and sleep! Mom coddles your every need here! You don't have to worry about nothing! No girlfriend, 'cause you're gay, right? No bills, no cares, just you and your computer, typing away! I know you're never gonna make it on your own because I've been there! You'll never handle it!"
If you think I'm making that up, slap yourself since I can't.
If you think I'm gay, slap yourself. I'm bisexual. Now slap yourself on the ass and tell me how naughty you are.
If you're thinking that any of the shit he said is true, slap yourself again. The dipshit'll never see past his own mind. The only time he brings things up like this is when it's just me and him, for one very good reason. He's batshit loco stupid. When I actually had the time, patience and spare sanity to actually have a civilized (i.e. No one ends up in the hospital) arguement with him, he came up with the most gloriously retarded comeback: "You argue like a woman." WHAT. THE. FUCK. Is that supposed to be derogatory or something? I had to stop for a moment at his audaciously sexist comment, blink, and reply, "Well, it beats sounding like a sexist two-year old." Then we started fist fighting and the rest of the night went downhill from there.

I gave him a nickname that I doubt he'd either like or understand.

Cunt.

Can't Understand, Never Tried.
He can't understand why I hate him so much, because he never tried or wanted to. He just assumes that I will always have respect for him since I'm his brother.

Things don't sound too good between my brother and I, am I right? Of course not. The history between he and I has always been a little ~~rocky~~ ~~jagged~~ ~~venemous~~ ~~bloody~~ ... bad. He's always taken, used, abused and destroyed my things with no regard for my feelings (why should he? I'm his brother - no matter what, I'm supposed to love him and take his punishment. At least, in his mind..) and I've been patient, understanding and forgiving. Until now, anyway. After the thousands of dollars of damage he's done to all my stuff, after all the scarring mental, physical and emotional trauma he's put me through and after the years of shitty ass attitudes he's always given mom about not having as much attention as me (though she practically pays his way - I get stuck paying his rent, most months), I've grown fucking tired of it. The next time he comes after me, I'll stab him.

Moving on from that..

A couple months ago, I saw an old "friend" of mine on Furcadia. Someone who once told me that he held me close to him in trust and friendship. Someone I once respected and partly admired for his resolve and sage like patience. Imagine my disappointment.. no, my disgust when I found him sucking on Becca's ass once again, like he always has.
For you folks who haven't yet read the archives of my LJ, Becca is this skank from Furcadia who basically manipulated me into visiting and fucking her a couple years ago. Not only that, but she came back and fucked me for an entire week a couple months after that, meanwhile using my computer to tell all her friends on Furcadia of how much of a 'child' I was. Funny thing is, is that I know she's been checking up on me recently. Her alts Simplify and Scent of Velvet are too easy to spot. Just look for the characters with her art painted all over them and, if they've either more than 5 slutty references in their description or there are dozens of horny male characters drooling over them, then it's Becca. The narcisstic cunt is probably reading this post right now, too. Hi Becca! I still think you're a slut and a bitch for what you did to me, plus T'chareph (Dearc now) still hates me. I don't know what you did to him, but since he hates me, I'll hate him. Good job. I'm sure there are plenty of other lives for you to wreck, so don't worry about me. I have sex slaves now who treat me better in one day than the entire week you were up here. I've got a good paying job, a reliable car and a sweet ass apartment of my own, now. I don't seem to remember Furc being able to give you that, especially the little punk ass bitches you call friends.
*cough* Getting back on track.. after I saw this "friend" and his delibrate and routine ass kissing, I nearly gagged and throttled the stupid fuck. But he's always been an arrogant and stuck-up role player in Furcadia, so I knew he would immediately ignore me and play dumb, since no one likes dealing with the conflict and trouble they cause. So what else could I do? I whispered him from elsewhere and kept an eye on his conversation with Becca through an alt. Sure, I was a little bitter and nasty with him, but all of what I said was my honest and unbridled opinion; and all he did was turn his back on me and stick his nose in the air. The fuck. I don't think he ever considered me as a friend, since I can't draw worth a shit. At least, nowhere near his Goddess, Becca. Pff. I can't believe I sent that inbred shitstack a brand new laser mouse all those months ago. I'm not using his name right now because the stupid shithead got huffy at me for using his name before in my LJ. So fuck him. He's lucky I'm using a 'he' pronoun. In fact, from now on, I'll refer to him as Lord Fuck D'la Asswipe, since the snobbish bastard always did look down on people. Sad part is, Lord Fuck D'la Asswipe is an ugly mo'fo'. I've seen a picture. Shudder.

So.

Where does this leave me? I've got a brand new apartment that I'm moving into next Thursday. Very excellent. I've dozens upon dozens of friends willing to help me move and waiting anxiously for my housewarming party. Sweet. I got a raise at work a little while ago, too. Awesome. There's plenty of money in the bank and my credit card is gradually getting paid off. Killer. My loving family (i.e. not my brother) is more than willing to lend me money if I need it, though I don't. Nice. I just got a ton of brewing malice off my mind tonight and made a nice long LJ post. Woot.

Knowing my luck, I'll get a draft notice in the mail tomorrow. It's off to Canada, then! Groan.

S.O.S. (Save Our Site!)

Wed, 11 Aug 2004 22:31:48 GMT

Well, not 'our' our, but you get the point. About a month or two ago, I invested in a new computer, since my old one was virus riddled and near death. Anywho and anyway, the one program I used to create such lovely web sites such as this, MS FrontPage, was lost when the old computer died.

So now I'm out any means to finish my websites because I'm lazy and broke; I can't find another copy and I don't have the patience for HTML. Fook.

Erm, does anyone else play FFTA? >.>

Sun, 08 Aug 2004 23:21:51 GMT

I'm fuckin' addicted to this damn game. The story's pretty good and the graphics are decent (for a Gameboy SP), not to mention that I can't wait until one of my friends gets a copy so I can totally kill them with my invincible army of hooker-assassin Vieras. Bwa ha ha.

Why do I love ye, metal music?

Sun, 08 Aug 2004 23:16:51 GMT

The biggest complaint I hear from people who don't like metal is this:

"It's always so negative and violent. Music should make you happy.." whine, whine, bitch, moan, complain, etc. Well, I'm (not) sorry to say this, but music isn't about happiness. Music is art. It's creativity in the form of harmonized sounds and speech. Like any art, music conveys emotions and messages. Yes, a lot of metal music is rather negative. But when was the last time you read a depressing book, or watched a depressing movie? I know that the 9/11 Commission was a pretty fucking depressing book.

There are also many different kinds of metal out there. Fuck, there's even a band that classified themselves as "Love Metal". O_o Band called 'Him', I think. Weird motherfuckers.

Cramps Vs. Boners (Round 1)

Sun, 08 Aug 2004 21:38:17 GMT

Okay, women, I know all about your damn PMS. I can't watch an hour of TV without invariably watching some sort of cutesy/sweet/vomit enducing tampon commercial. My thought on the matter: PMS has to suck hardcore. Cramps, mood swings, bleeding.. it sounds like you're in a battle with your very own genitalia.

Well guess what, ladies? Guys go through something similar, only it happens about seven times a day. Yes, I'm talking about boners now.

You might ask, "Why in the FUCK are you ranting about something so pointless?"
My answer, "Why in the fuck are you reading it?"

Anyway. Let's list the symptoms, shall we?

BONERS
- Muscle spasms and contractions
Though I can't speak for men whom have very small peni, I can tell you that having a boner with tight jeans fucking sucks. The chafing, awkward positioning, not to mention the incredible embarrassment you risk from standing up in a group of people with that thing pressing against your pants.
- Mood swings
What, you don't think this happens? Boners can turn men's personalities into a mass variety of different possibilities. They can be well-mannered one moment, then complete fucking idiots the next. Smooth-talking con men can turn into stumbling fools. Though, dumb ass jocks still pretty much stay the same; the only brain they have is in their dick, anyway.
- Physical exhaustion and irritability
That little flesh poker needs blood and oxygen to stay hard, y'know. Not to mention, there's no such thing as the Manpon! Men have to wait out the hardon, jerk off, or have the great privledge of having someone else to relieve their limbido for them. But this is only a temporary fix! It only takes another hour or so until the dreaded affliction returns, leaving men everywhere awkward, irritated, socially inept, confused, stressed, whiny and needy.
- Hot discharge
Eh, I'm sure you know what this entails. If you don't, you're either too fucking young or too fucking stupid, if not both.

Now, I'm no doctor. I'm no woman, either. I can't tell you how shitty it is to be on a period, though I'm pretty sure it sucks a lot. But remember ladies, your period lasts a few days every month. Men get boners a few times every day, until they're too old for their viagra.

Tanlines? Pfft. Check out these whip scars, bitch.

Mon, 02 Aug 2004 16:00:42 GMT

It's time to go bake in the sun for an hour!

...what, you think my white Irish ass could actually tan? Hah! I'm going sun-baking, not sun-tanning. That's where you go and smoke a lot of pot while doing some exercises in the hot, blistering sun. Your metabolism goes up, your muscle development nearly triples, you burn fat at an amazing rate and you feel goooooood while you're doing it. Aw yeah, fuck you Richard Simons. My health/cardio workout might not have training videos at $59.95 a pop, but it only costs me $50, tax free, to get my training essentials.

I'm back, you bastards!

Mon, 02 Aug 2004 15:30:23 GMT

Well well well. Look at who's come crawling back to his LJ.

Yes, it is I, Kyowai. I have returned to this online journal due to the ever increasing urge to rant, rave, ramble and pretty much just bitch about of some of life's greatest and sleaziest topics. Pot, sex, drugs, parties, pussy, tits, cocks, politics, comedy, movies, shit, weed, friends, clits, asses, death, music, TV, family, pets, marijuana, boners, pain, pleasure, swords, weather, heaven, hell, God, gods, Satan, Jesus, anal, dildos, money, war, poverty, pubes, beer, LSD, shrooms, cunts, sluts, jocks, dicks, pogo sticks, goth chicks, psychology, pot and the future, to name a few.

So here I am, ready to take over the world, one rant at a time.

Welcome me back already, God fucking dammit! O_o

Things I find Annoying on Furcadia.

Fri, 21 Nov 2003 07:11:41 GMT

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Winter Porcelain. Ha ha.
Twinks.
People who won't accept responsibility for their actions.
People who name their characters with single, commonplace words. I.e. Two, Wind, Stranger, Fair, etc. Get some fucking creativity, you fucks.
T'chareph Khain/Dearc. Ha ha ha.
Lapines. I have yet to roleplay with anyone decent with a lapine.
The FurN fires and all that occupy them.
[Yiffy]; [Single, Looking]; [Whisper plz!] - If I see these in a description, I want to vomit.
People (I don't like people, alright?) who think IC Roleplay is the same as OOC interaction.
Humans. Of course.
Those motherfucking emoticons. #SB my ass, you fucking thought-dulling pictures.
Twinks.
Most vampires, excluding a select few.
Public displays of affection. I know exactly what you both want. Go to a room and yiff your brains out, or yiff right there. That's all you're wanting, isn't it? To fuck? Quit the God damn foreplay. It's sickening.

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I'm sure there's going to be fuckloads more added to this.

Oy fucking vey.

Mon, 10 Nov 2003 02:44:04 GMT

Urgh.. love and relationships fucking suck.

Why? For two reasons, currently.
- One; I can't find either. Haha.
- Two; All of my friends are at each other's God damn throats because of them.

Let me explain the basics on what has been happening, and see if you can't figure out how I can hopefully find some way to keep my friends from murdering each other. I don't think it matters if I use their names or not, seeing how none of them even know what a Live Journal is. Heh.

Firstly, we'll start with the least complicated. Two of my friends, Anders and Amy, have been in a relationship for the past two years.
Anders can be a little shit sometimes, but the rest of the time he's okay. Just a little ... off, I guess. The dude shacks up in the woods for a week with nothing but a coat, a tent, an axe and some rope - he's not quite near average, but then again, none of us are.
Amy is ... well, since I've been taking Psychology, I can classify her as a Borderline schizotypal with Dependency issues. Meaning, she CAN'T not be in a relationship with a guy, and will do anything to keep them with her, be it from begging to threatening suicide to outright harrassment. Don't get me wrong, though; she's a nice girl and I don't mind being her friend - I just could never be in a relationship with her. Ever. Ever ever. She makes me nervous.
Anyway, now that I've gotten that out of the way, let's explain this scenario in detail, hm? Anders has expressed to me in the past that he had waited six years in the blind hope that he might date Amy, who had been going out with some dumbass I barely see anymore. Blah blah blah, some shit here and there, and they finally start dating. Things go alright until a year ago, when Anders first tried to break up with Amy, and Amy wouldn't let him. Seriously. She would not let him break up with her. And Anders, being the puss that he is, finally caved in and they started dating again (which pretty much just consisted of them fucking). Things haven't been going well for them as of late; for the past three months, Anders has been trying to break up with Amy with increasing vigor. He'd always been trying to for the past year, it was just more pronounced these past few months. But anyway, just about two months ago, Anders tells all of us - key fact here being that he tells all of us, but not Amy - that he's going to go to Florida for the Winter, and he won't be back until spring. We had assumed he had told Amy, seeing how she is his girlfriend and all. I mean shit, I know they were still fucking, 'cause Amy just had to tell me that she was on birth control. Shudder. But in any case, a few weeks before Anders' little expidition, we decided to ask him if he had told Amy about it.
Nope, he hadn't.
And he didn't plan on telling her.

...

FUCKing Jesus. What a little shitdick. We didn't take him seriously, which was probably a bad thing, because he actually never told her. He just packed his shit and left.
Okay, he did send her an e-mail the night afterwards. But only to tell her that we knew he was leaving.

FUUUCCKKK..... God, I still want to bitch slap that little shit for leaving us with his problems. Now we have to consoul a stark raving mad lunatic that can't function without being in a relationship.

Thanks a lot Anders, you fucking shithead.

Okay. One relationship disaster underway, it's time for round two.

The players in this little 'game' (Vomit.. Relationships shouldn't be fucking games!) are as follows:
Shaun - He's a really cool guy, one who would be there for any of his friends and give them the shirt off of his back in the middle of an ice storm. He has a little trouble trusting women, seeing how he's been fucked over in past relationships, namely his girlfriend fucking his best friend behind his back.
Becca - Shaun's girlfriend for the past few years. She's hyper, overly cheery, and willing to offer more emotional and straight forward advice than is usually healthy. She and Shaun have been living together for a good while, and we usually always hang out with them, 'cause Shaun is helping David out because he doesn't have a place to live; Shaun is basically housing him, free of charge, in exchange for a few chores done.
Galen - One of my best friends from way back when. I've known Galen for nearly 7 years now, and I know pretty much how the bastard thinks now. Granted, he's still my friend, but I'll get into why I'm pissed at him in a second.
David - Another one of my best friends. Over-active, depressive, blind as a bat and a die-hard metal fan, David and I hang out a lot, seeing how we're stuck here in this miserable fucking hell hole for at least the next few years. David and I are the unfortunate bystanders in all of these fucked up "love-games", though neither of us can ever seem to get a date. Hah. Cruel irony, how I love it when you fuck me in the ass.

Anyway.

First off, Shaun and Becca have been having problems as of late. They'd been arguing somewhat and were at ends with each other; apparently Becca wanted Shaun to tell her that he either loved her or they were through. Normally, Shaun would tell her that he loved her. The thing that has him on edge is that apparently, a few months ago when Shaun and Becca had been having a bit of a tiff, Galen had stopped by and asked Becca if there was any possibility of them getting together. Becca had told Shaun about Galen when it had happened, so naturally he's on edge (Remember, Shaun had been fucked over pretty badly by his last girlfriend) about committing himself to something he isn't entirely certain about. Gee, I dunno; maybe he actually takes the concept of love seriously?! And doesn't want to be lying and misleading someone he really, really cares about?!
But in any case, since Becca had put Shaun on 'the spot', so to speak, Shaun wasn't able to tell her that he completely and entirely loved her. He was being cautious, still. And the reason why is because a woman in his past fucked him over BADLY. David and I understand Shaun's apprehension, but Becca couldn't. So as of last week, they broke up.
Now it starts getting complicated.
In comes Galen, not even a couple days after the news of Shaun and Becca breaking up had passed. What does he do? He tells her that he loves her. ... What. The. Fuck. What a complete fucking asshole. He's trying to fuck Shaun over and steal his girlfriend, is what it is. And the thing is, he's done it with ALL OF US. Well, not me; I've never had a girlfriend. Hahaha. But he has given me shitty looks for just sitting next to Becca, who is my friend. The little fucking bastard better not pull anymore shit like that with me, or I will beat the fucking shit out of him. I don't care what his feelings are for her (whether they're real or not), Becca is my friend and I'm going to hang out with her sometimes. If he wants to start shit about it, I'll beat the living piss out of him for being a complete dick.
But Becca still seems to want to hang out with Galen, though David warned her exactly what type of person he is. He falls in love with every girl, especially if they're with someone else. That, and he's a possessive fucker who would start shit with his own God damn friends if they even looked at "his woman" wrong. Apparently Becca sees something different in him, or she's just trying to tell him to fuck off, because she's been skipping out behind Shaun's back to hang out with Galen (A few days ago, Shaun and Becca got back together; I only get bits and pieces of information from David).

So now, I don't know what the fuck is going to happen, but I do know that Galen is going to have to have a VERY good explanation for himself, or he's more than likely going to get his ass handed to him from all of his once friends.

And that's pretty much all that I know of, currently. I'm sure something horrible is going to happen from this; love and relationships have a nasty habit of turning people into something completely different.

Nuh?

Wed, 29 Oct 2003 17:50:00 GMT

Oh, right.. this journal thing. Keep forgetting about it. Huh.

Poopshit in a rubber gasket...
If you had a question, what would you ask it?...

FUCK!

Tue, 07 Oct 2003 04:09:06 GMT

Arghblthnargh!!! Someone please shoot me. Jesus.

*sighs* I shouldn't be so hard on myself, I suppose. It's just really, really odd when I have a dream about someone I barely know, let alone dream about that same person twice. It has to mean something. There's a girl that I work with now, rather cute, attractive, has a nice smile and a unique style of dressing that I kind of admire. Not too many women can pull off a yard long, blue silk hair tie. Anyway, the first dream I have of her was a week ago. Nothing perverted, nothing hot and heavy, it was just me and her ... kissing. It was odd, because I didn't even know her name then, I'd just seen her on occasion, all in passing. It was weird, but I didn't put too much thought into it. Now, last night, I have another dream with her in it; I was apparently in a bar shoot out, and before I went and blew the shit out of fifty dirty sleezebags (don't ask me why, but I guess I was dreaming I was in a Western flick, but I had a big fucking revolver/shotgun/cannon thing that left really, really big holes in people O.o), she and I were kissing. Again. A little more passionate this time, but still keeping PG-13 here. Then I went and blew the fuck out of a few dozen fuckos. *shrug* Anyway, I decided I would talk to her today at work, and I did, for about a total of a minute.. it was totally fucking busy today, and I was the only front desk clerk there. Fuck. But, as she was leaving (she works in the dining room - they leave earlier than me), I asked her what her name was, finally. Heh. So. She told me her name was Ellie, and what did I do?

...I stood there like a braindead retard and nodded, blushing like a dumbass.

FUCK.

At least she had the courtesy to smile and tell me goodnight before leaving, else I doubt I'd have said anything else.

Anyway, now it's time to go scream various profanities at the moon while getting drunk and listening to Blind Guardian.

FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!

I need new friends.

Mon, 06 Oct 2003 17:58:03 GMT

This isn't something I'm too happy to think about, but it's been in the back of my mind for the past few years. Don't get me wrong though; I really, really like my friends, it's just that they can be complete assholes to me and not even realize it.

Over the near decade that I've known David, Galen, Abe, Anders, George, Joe, Matt (Bear) and Matt (Sullie), we've had shitloads of fun together. We've gone to concerts, beaten the shit out of pussy moshers, thrashed to some kick ass metal music, gotten stoned, drunk and on occasion tripped out. We've always had lots of fun together. The sad part is, is that I've probably only been there about a quarter of the time; not because I didn't want to, nor that I had to leave, or I couldn't because of something else. But because they just "forgot to get ahold of me".

Okay, I could understand a time or two where they forgot or just couldn't get in contact with me, but this kind of shit has been happening for the past five years. I sit at home and wallow in depression and lonliness as usual (I've really gotten over the whole "I'm such a loser, someone shoot me boo hoo" shit), playing around on Furcadia and my PS2. And, of course, they would make it a point to tell me of what a fan-fucking-tastic time they had the night before, on how wasted they got and how much fun they had. And, of course of course, I would ask the question, "Why didn't you call me?"

"Oh. Uh.. we forgot. Sorry, man."

Feh.

I need to talk with those fuckers, because they're starting to pull this kind of shit all over again. Maybe if I stop lending them money, letting them crash at my house, eat my food, give them rides and get them fucking jobs they'll wise up?

But can I really do that to my friends?

Fri, 03 Oct 2003 01:03:32 GMT

Yes, I know I need to update my journal more.

Mm. 4:20.

Thu, 04 Sep 2003 09:45:44 GMT

Jesus H. Christ, I wish I had some pot.

Anyway, classes are underway, and I've already developed blisters the size of half-dollar coins on my feet from trekking around campus. Mm. Blisters.

And now for the daily synopsis.

Work: Suck.
School: Kinda fun.
Social Life: What's that?
Love Life: ...see above.
Furc: Wish I had more time for it.
Money: Doing alright. Always need more.
Car: I love my car. Mmm.. Kysh.
Health: Alive and kickin'.
Current writing: Yiff story (character introduction almost done)
Current reading: The Number of the Beast
Newest album purchace: Iron Maiden - Brave New World

That's all the categories I can think of, currently. I might refine this list and see about making this an every-other day thing or whatnot. We'll see.

And as for the "Current writing" portion, yes, I am writing a yiff story. Five pages into it and I haven't finished introducing the characters. Heh. Thank the gods I'm only using two characters. If I knew any HTML other than the bare basics, I'd probably create a site for my writings that didn't suck ass.

Mmm. Psychologically delicious.

Mon, 01 Sep 2003 00:41:31 GMT

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid:	High
Schizoid:	High
Schizotypal:	High
Antisocial:	Moderate
Borderline:	Low
Histrionic:	Low
Narcissistic:	Low
Avoidant:	Very High
Dependent:	Moderate
Obsessive-Compulsive:	Moderate
-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! --

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F A M E by spazyspag

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Mon, 01 Sep 2003 00:05:09 GMT

Woo. New portrait.

Thanks, Alabaster Sea.

Subway - Eat fresh, my ass.

Sun, 31 Aug 2003 21:55:12 GMT

Ugh. I hate food poisoning. Just a few hours after I ate at the local Subway, I started to develop a harsh, stabbing pain in my stomach. At first, I thought it would pass. After a couple hours, I began having light shivers on a warm, humid night, and became really pale. "Oookay, maybe it's just indigestion," I thought. I went to the Speedway and bought some Zantac and milk, hoping that it would calm any sort of acids that were churning in my gut. God damn sicknesses, making me all sick in front of the really hot Speedway clerk. On a plus note, I got her number a few nights before, though I think she's just wanting to lead me on, like all women do. Grr.

Anyway, I get home, take the Zantac, and try to get some sleep. Haha, yeah right. I pile two thick comforters on top of me and curl up into a fetal ball, shivering like a fucking crack addict on one hell of a fucking withdrawl, my stomach feeling like it's digesting hot, jagged shards of broken glass that were freshly coated with a layer of thick, bubbling tar. Mmm. Finally, I get the urge to vomit and do so for an hour or something like that. The pain in my gut is reduced a fraction, and I'm finally able to sleep for about three hours.

So here I am now, sitting in a computer chair with a blanket wrapped around me and a fan blowing constantly on my face, shivering and sweating at the same time. Good thing is, I don't have the urge to vomit violently anymore. I'm sure anyone reading this would want to know that. Heh. Though, I had to call into work and act all pathetic so they'd give me the day off.

Moral of the story: Don't eat at Subway. Well, at least not at the one in Nashville. True, massive amounts of vomitting will make you thin like that Jared fuck, but it's not a pleasant journey.

Thu, 14 Aug 2003 17:46:23 GMT

I should update my LJ more often.

I haven't been home for more than to sleep, eat, shower and leave this past month. It's getting frustrating.

I

Tue, 22 Jul 2003 18:55:29 GMT

I am...
Miserable.
Alone.
Hated.
Regretted.
Scorned.
Outcasted.

I want...
Out.
Free of this pain.
To kill everyone.

I wish...
I was a better person.
Someone might understand me.
For escape from this reality.

I dream...
I hope...
I pray...
I will be...
Somewhere far beyond your reality.

Story time.

Thu, 26 Jun 2003 20:06:04 GMT

I'm going to start working on Kyo's story again. I've already gotten chapter six halfway completed on paper, and one through five are currently being edited.

Any feedback would be great, as I'll keep an update as to when I upload further chapters on here.

To Becca.

Sun, 22 Jun 2003 02:49:25 GMT

Since you seem to be in the spirit of low-blows again.

I guess dear old daddy never taught you that you shouldn't piss off the people that dream about killing you. ;)

Now, for those of you saying "Oh my god, that's a threat!" I say fuck you. It is not a threat, because one, I never said anything along the lines of actually wanting to murder her, and two, you're all just fucking morons.

Kyo's proven theory.

Sat, 21 Jun 2003 03:35:34 GMT

Women are fucking evil.

That's it.

I finally found out why Shannon (the girl I've been referring to the past couple of weeks; the one I have ... had a date with) had been avoiding me to no ends and giving me dismissive, ice cold glances. Of course, since she couldn't bring herself to even fucking talk to me, I had to talk to one of her friends whom had a sliver of respect for what's left of my dignity. Apparently she's still pining over one of her ex-fuck buddy/boyfriend Kyle gun-toting psychopathic sociopath militaristic I-wanna-cap-some-fucking-towelheads fucking Roth.
Jesus God damn mother fucking Christ.

So once again, I am stuck dateless and back into a depressing wallow. Woo fucking hoo. Oh well. At least I can just give Shannon disgustingly grim smirks whenever I see her and watch her squirm. Ha ha.

Enemy of Reality

So... yeah.

New pad, new modem, new shit.

A word of advice

FUCK YOU.

FUCK YOU.

"In the end, we are all the same. Fertilizer."

Cunt.

S.O.S. (Save Our Site!)

Erm, does anyone else play FFTA? >.>

Why do I love ye, metal music?

Cramps Vs. Boners (Round 1)

Tanlines? Pfft. Check out these whip scars, bitch.

I'm back, you bastards!

Things I find Annoying on Furcadia.

Oy fucking vey.

Nuh?

Poopshit in a rubber gasket...If you had a question, what would you ask it?...

FUCK!

FUCK.

I need new friends.

Mm. 4:20.

Mmm. Psychologically delicious.

Livejournal Mood Ring

Subway - Eat fresh, my ass.

I

Story time.

To Becca.

Now, for those of you saying "Oh my god, that's a threat!" I say fuck you. It is not a threat, because one, I never said anything along the lines of actually wanting to murder her, and two, you're all just fucking morons.

Kyo's proven theory.

Poopshit in a rubber gasket...
If you had a question, what would you ask it?...