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| Sunday, September 18th, 2005 | | 9:25 pm |
typical conversation...
ROBOTzombie0: jeff shaves his pubes HitokiriPsyko: ... HitokiriPsyko: odd HitokiriPsyko: yet not surprizing ROBOTzombie0: i just found it horrible ROBOTzombie0: but i was thinking about trimming mine HitokiriPsyko: ... HitokiriPsyko: how bout we stop this conversation now ROBOTzombie0: gotcha HitokiriPsyko: haha ROBOTzombie0: what should i do about my ass hair though? HitokiriPsyko: sand paper it off HitokiriPsyko: so it wont grow back ROBOTzombie0: ok cool ROBOTzombie0: be right back HitokiriPsyko: make sure you get it good around the corn hole ROBOTzombie0: will do ROBOTzombie0 is away at 8:18:47 PM. | | Saturday, August 13th, 2005 | | 7:58 pm |
I'm angry. My brother has six annoying blond bitches down, and hits on all of them constantly. There is no place I can do to avoid the fucking giggling. NO PLACE. Not my room, not the basement, not even in the shitter. All I want to do is lay down and get some sleep. I hate blong, giggling, bubbly, annoying bitches, all of them. | | Thursday, July 21st, 2005 | | 9:14 pm |
Today was a good day. NOTHING could dampen this day now. Nothing at all. | | Thursday, July 14th, 2005 | | 12:21 am |
National Holiday!
Today is the day my mother spit me out of her vagina. Since everyone has insisted on celebrating it for so long, 17 years now, it’s officially a national holiday. On this one day MY WORD IS LAW. My first declaration is “Put the Lime in the Coconut” shall be played for the next 24 hours. I also realize this will get annoying to everyone including myself. Well, too fucking bad. | | Sunday, July 10th, 2005 | | 10:02 pm |
| | Tuesday, May 31st, 2005 | | 12:32 pm |
It started out good, but ended so badly.
For the large part, this weekend kicked ass. Regular shit Friday and Saturday. Sunday was the Sky Show. I got to see Ra (among other bands,) and 31 boobs. Which is an odd number. WHY AN ODD NUMBER? Among other oddities, like a guy who stuck his finger up all the crowd surfers butt cracks, an old man who liked to dance “seductively”, and an 8th grade whore who tried to seduce me… and was then pushed into the center of the mosh pit and got crushed. Thought about halfway through the Sky Show I started feeling a sharp pain in my stomach, I thought I had broken or cracked my rib again, but it ended up being much worse. Around 4:30 in the mourning I started throwing up and kept doing so, until I was throwing up nothing but bile. I then went to the hospital at 6:00; I arrived at 6:30. The doctor was worried there would have been a laceration (cut) in my stomach. So they stuck me with a needle and poured salt water and medicine to make me stop throwing up into my arm. I took a CT scan to make sure there wasn’t anything ruptured on my insides. In the end everything was fine except for a small amount of inflammation in my stomach. So now I can’t eat anything but clear liquids and bland foods. So in the end this weekend was all right, except for the whole hospital thing. Sorry I didn’t get to hang out with you, I almost died though. | | Tuesday, May 24th, 2005 | | 6:03 pm |
I have way too much pent up energy right now and overly violent will. I want to feel the disturbing high of a fight, the pain that lets you know you're alive. Once more taste the air pulled into my lungs in ragged breaths, and the metallic taste of blood. | | Monday, May 23rd, 2005 | | 4:43 pm |
My Pimply Ass is Cool
Last weekend kicked tons of fat ass. Meghan on Friday, the Crew on Saturday, and my last soccer game (for a while) on Sunday. This coming weeks should be so awesome it will kill my mother though. Hopefully Madagascar/ Episode III Friday, A huge game Saturday, and the Skyshow Sunday. MUTHA FUCKING RA! And on Monday Meghan. Wish I could see her more. Anyways after this weekends over who wants to make plans to hang out with my pimply arss? Or even just me? I'm cool too ya know! | | Monday, May 16th, 2005 | | 8:18 pm |
Amazing Grace
Four days ago, on Friday, he ran away. My dog, Mylo. Friday mourning was the last time I’ve ever seen him wag his tail, or have him lick my hand. Later that night he apparently wandered onto 95, doing what he did best, smell things. Though he is now gone he was granted a peaceful death, with next to no pain. I miss him dearly already, my furry best friend. Good-bye my friend, and for your sake, I hope there is a life after death. May you always fine a sunny spot in the grass to sleep in, and an interesting smell to sniff out. Rest easy my friend, you will be missed. Rest in Peace Mylo. | | Thursday, May 12th, 2005 | | 7:24 pm |
Fuck Thinking
Don’t look upon me with loving eyes, nor speak to me with caring words. Choices made to correct the past. Will the monster show himself once more? Or will it remain concealed until it is no more but a vacant whisper? Should I have remained in my solitary darkness? Or can I help those from the shadowed gray I remain in? Are any of us strong enough to help others? | | Monday, May 9th, 2005 | | 8:14 pm |
I Don't Know What I'm Really Like, Maybe This Internet Quiz Will Tell Me!
So what is it with chicks and these fucking Internet Quizzes? “Personality Quiz” “True Love Quiz” “What Spice Girl Are You? Quiz”. Jesus Fucking Christ! It’s pathetically awful. It’s like reading your fucking horoscope everyday. Yeah, sure every once in a while its moderately entertaining to see what broad bullshit they wrote down about the planets and spiritual shit, but reading two to three a day is fucking retarded. Even those two to three a month are generally ones that offer something different, either humor or… or, or ANYTHING! Fuck, there’s got to be at least fifty that tell you what type of person you should meet, or what type of job you should get. ‘Your are short and need a strong man to help control your life.’ … Wait, what the fuck? I AM tall, and I’m a guy. I answered the fucking quiz that I was a guy. Is this saying I’m gay? I’m not gay, am I? ‘You are a deep thinker and have many new ideas, become an advertiser.’ ‘You are creative and inquisitive, become and advertiser.’ ‘You have the personality and thought process of a wooden board, become and advertiser.’ Shit fuck, Internet quizzes are in no way necessary. | | Tuesday, May 3rd, 2005 | | 7:39 pm |
Presenting… my meaningless life!
So once again it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything. So my math teacher had a malignant brain tumor and had been replaced with a 79-year-old robot Nazi. I have a sneaking suspicion that he and coach Sheldon duke it out every now and again. This limited sugar and no caffeine shit really sucks. Still getting over the depression. Speaking of depressing I get to run not one, but TWO 400’s after getting up at 8 on Saturday. This weekend is gonna suck. I’m hoping for rain, and a lot of it. But I doubt that will happen. FUCK ASS! I need to watch Boondock Saints. | | Saturday, April 30th, 2005 | | 7:21 pm |
| | Wednesday, April 20th, 2005 | | 1:06 am |
So, uhhhhh 1 a.m. I'm hopped up on cafeen and sugar. I'm compleatly out of it. Quackers and cheese. Poo. There be the rub. Catch the rub before it rubs again. | | Tuesday, April 19th, 2005 | | 12:31 pm |
Hey fuck face, ya seen crazy lately? | | Friday, April 15th, 2005 | | 10:22 pm |
Feel the Groove
I've got porn groove stuck in my head, and whenever I start thinking about it, which is often, I start air humping. Bow chika wow wow. | | Wednesday, April 13th, 2005 | | 5:14 pm |
I thought he was dead?
It's been a while since I've ranted, rambled, or bitched here. So I decided to post on something that lets me do all three. The Crow2: City of Angles The movie starts off with some random Mexican and his kid getting killed. Then some lady has a dream about it goes to work at her tattoo parlor, goes home, then a fucking crow flies into her room squawks and she says “I know.” So for some fucking reason she knows that this guy is back from the dead. So she goes to the dock, sees the dead Mexican come out of the water then tried to seduce him. Cause she’s fucked up. So he ends up going back to his old garage where his sons paints are (they haven’t died up yet even though its been a whole year) and the lady that wants to fuck corpses puts the paint on his face to make him look gothic. Not to hide his face, no reason at all, just because she could. Then the dead Mexican puts on goth clothes, including a belly shirt and a trench coat. Cause when I think fear and terror, I think belly shirts on a Mexican. And after all that’s done the corpse fucker merely says, “You know what you’re supposed to do?” Mexican: “Kill them for what they did.” So then he goes around killing the people who killed him and his son. Which bring me to another crappy point, the fucking action scenes. Everything is slow and overly processed. The only real fight scene in the movie (between the Mexican and an Asian chick) is slower than when old people fuck. And for some reason the Mexican can dodge all the Asian chicks punches and kicks, and when she attacks him with a stick, but as soon as she pulls out the knife she cuts him. On top of all that the final big boss guy sucks balls. Shitty acting, shitty action scenes, shitty plot, and shitty villain, make for an all around shitty movie. The Crow 2 sucked. The original Crow kicked ass though. See it, or I’ll sick the dead Mexican who can’t act well on you. | | Monday, April 4th, 2005 | | 5:38 pm |
NOW you shall receive us. We do not ask for your poor, or your hungry. We do not want your tired and sick. For it is your corrupt we claim. It is your evil that will be sought by us. With every breath we shall hunt them down. Each day will shall spill their blood till it rains down from the skies. Do not kill, don’t rape, do not steal. These are principles which every man of every faith can embrace These are not polite suggestions, these are codes of behavior, and those of you who ignore them will pay the dearest cost. There are varying degrees of evil, we urge you lesser forms of filth not to push the bounds and cross over, into true corruption, into our domain. For if you do, one day you will look behind you and see we three, and on that day you will reap it! And we will send you to whatever god, you wish. | | Tuesday, March 29th, 2005 | | 7:07 pm |
I got sick from being the coldest I have ever been. I feel like shit compleatly and entirely. but, FUCK YOUR SYMPATHY! I want none of it! | | Sunday, March 27th, 2005 | | 6:06 pm |
I grow tired of this world, but fear the next won't be much better. |
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