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[13 Jun 2009|01:11am] |
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if i could have a boner or a dollar for every picture i have of some stupid ass jump kick from a pop punk band i would be a very teenage boy or a very very rich girl.
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[30 Jan 2009|02:27am] |
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and just in case my message wasn't clear (because i am so angry i feel the need to post ANOTHER entry) you are a DOUCHE BAG. a big old (and i literally mean OLD) douche bag. you have made the last six months of my life SO FULL of douche bag that i eat sleep and breathe what a giant douche bag you are. and i hope you she gave you chlamydia. not really because then i would have chlamydia. but i hope you get it now. i hope that you are one enormous s.p. douche bag with chlamydia.
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[30 Jan 2009|02:08am] |
i can't find the remote. i haven't left my couch since i got home and it has been one episode of america's next top model after another and let me tell you it is taking me to a level of crazy that even i, cheryl campbell, did not know i was capable of. i don't remember the last time i peed. i hate my friends and i hate my life. i mean i really, sincerely and truly, hate my friends. i don't like seeing them, i don't like hanging out with them, i don't like talking to them, i certainly don't like getting super fucked up with them, i don't like my feelings getting hurt by them, i don't like being made a fool of by them, i don't like watching them go home with strippers, i don't like crying over them, i don't like not being able to cry over them, i don't like america's next top model AND I DON'T LIKE THAT I CAN'T FIND THE DAMN REMOTE.
obviously i have to post a stupid disclaimer on this thing saying that obviously some friends are discluded from this rant because some of my STUPID FRIENDS would probably think that this is directed towards them and THEN COMES THE END OF THE WORLD. so DON'T WORRY, this is only directed towards fifteen or sixteen of you.
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[26 Jan 2009|10:21am] |
josie's on a vacation far away.
lol.
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[23 Jan 2009|11:53am] |
it's seems almost cruel to me that 35 minutes and 43 seconds could make me instantly regress to where i was three years ago. then again, one could make the argument that i've never actually progressed, i've just been hopping up and down on the same figurative rung of the figurative ladder of personal growth.
however, for the sake of my figurative train, i will not be making that argument. whatever. it's noon. i'm still up from yesterday. i don't know what i'm talking about. but that question had no ulterior motive. i just really wanted to know how you were doing, because you know, i care. and stuff.
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[21 Dec 2008|06:36pm] |
there are three kinds of people in my world. the kind that suck, the kind that are okay, and the kind that are joe walmsley.
thanks to everyone that made it out last night. it really was really incredible..
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[16 Dec 2008|04:23pm] |
don't be mad you weren't more involved when you couldn't keep your ass out of rehab the week things needed to start happening.
don't come. i won't cry about it.
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[15 Dec 2008|03:43am] |
too many people are involved with this xequalswhy thing for it to bomb... right?
right?!?!?!
i'm gonna puke.
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[03 Dec 2008|04:20pm] |
i sold my 360 for this so if no one comes its the fucking end of the world.
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[24 Oct 2008|04:54pm] |
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i haven't eaten since tuesday and i get this brilliant idea to go to mcdonalds a few minutes ago. and you know how sometimes chicken is bad? stretchy? of course the second motherfuckin' chicken nugget i eat is the stretchy one. it couldn't be the fourth or the fifth, it had to be the second. because that is JUST HOW MY LIFE GOES.
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[10 Oct 2008|09:17am] |
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i overreacted, everything is fine. except im totally hooked on this mother fucker and i REALLY didnt want to play this game again.
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[10 Oct 2008|03:49am] |
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if every male that owns a set of turn tables lost their genitalia in some horrific, excrutiatingly painful, sci-fi kind of way, I WOULD NOT FEEL BAD.
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[19 Aug 2008|01:00pm] |
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so after the crash my parents took all of the laundry out of my car and my bedroom and did it for me. there are six garbage bags full, and they're holding them hostange and charging me $20 a bag of laundry, and i'm not allowed to see what's in each bag before i buy it. wtf?!
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[17 Aug 2008|06:03am] |
oh ps.
i totalled my car and am currently without a vehicle. so if anyone wants to make a quick 20 or 30 bucks by driving me to or from work any day this week, hit me up. i live in grosse pointe and work in royal oak. i work every day at noon and am off every day at 10pm.
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[17 Aug 2008|06:02am] |
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hey, i really wanna talk to you, but the phone number you gave me wasn't yours... and i don't want anyone to get mad if they see i'm trying to get ahold of you... so if you're by chance reading this and can figure out it's you i'm talking about... call me, any day, any time. (313) 377 2594.
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[29 Jul 2008|11:00pm] |
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when you send someone extremely riskee, semi nude photos of yourself, wouldn't the polite thing to do be to reply?
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[19 Jul 2008|12:07pm] |
every time i sleep for 8+ hours, the most fucked up shit happens in my head.
like david duchovney and eva house staring in their very own slasher series called Holla-ween. but in all actuality, david duchovney is just an undercover DEA agent working with Red to get me into a jail cell. but it's okay, alex glendening was there to save the day, drive the getaway car and take me to a ted leo concert.
shit's fucked.
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[09 Jul 2008|02:37am] |
i'm throwing up in my mouth a little bit.
in the mean time, i'm officially employed, im finally over the fiery futile situation, and i'm not in jail. it's a good start.
hahahhahahah.
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[16 Jun 2008|09:25pm] |
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fuck you, tom.
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[16 Jun 2008|03:09am] |
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i think i need professional help.
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[15 May 2008|03:26am] |
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still employed. contemplating drug muling. not really. all this time on my hands is actually really nice.
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[06 Apr 2008|03:35am] |
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i had both friday and saturday off this week and the most interesting thing that happened to me is that i met henry ale...
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[09 Mar 2008|06:35am] |
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no, i'm still up.
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[07 Mar 2008|01:00am] |
if i were a dude, i'd be the dude that plays lead guitar in a shitty scene kid kind of band with the brown over the eye scene kid kind of hair and tattoos that covered about half of my gloriously sexy sweaty body, that has sex with a girl like me in every city and just not give a fuck.
i wish i could tell people what ACTUALLY happened today, thursday, march sixth, but then what would people think?!
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