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Even though this blogg is fairly girly looking, I am a male type person. Oh and I live in Bellingham, Wa. You can stalk me if you want.

Not much else to say.
Read the blogg, enjoy or hate, and leave me a comment or 2.
If you don't like it I'll probably cry. That or just go on with my life. Yup most likely the later.

The Past Lives
01/01/2004 - 02/01/2004 02/01/2004 - 03/01/2004 03/01/2004 - 04/01/2004 04/01/2004 - 05/01/2004 05/01/2004 - 06/01/2004 06/01/2004 - 07/01/2004 07/01/2004 - 08/01/2004 08/01/2004 - 09/01/2004 09/01/2004 - 10/01/2004 10/01/2004 - 11/01/2004 11/01/2004 - 12/01/2004 12/01/2004 - 01/01/2005 01/01/2005 - 02/01/2005 02/01/2005 - 03/01/2005 03/01/2005 - 04/01/2005 04/01/2005 - 05/01/2005 11/01/2005 - 12/01/2005

These Help Pass The Time

The Onion
In Passing; Randomly funny
Penny Arcade
Ironic Huh?
*Random Current Interest; Update 05/18/04*

*These People Are "Interesting"*

The Popsicle Stand
American Babies
Neon Virus
A Hooker With A Blogg; Let's hear it for technology
Here Is That Porn You Were Looking For; Kinda
Is This Girly Ugly?
Open A Can Of...
Missing Girl Or Girl Amiss?
Crazy Devil

A Few Facts
Tell your Grandmother about me.

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Monday, November 22, 2004

What In The Great Name Of Fuck?!?!?!?

I have no idea in hell what is going on here. You can go read it and come back.

Now I understand the issue of "is it or is it not copy right protected" and what not, but Holly fuck, don't we have other things to focus on? And why the hell am I paying people to make fucking videos of the president's dog. I'm sure someone is getting payed for this and that someone is a government employee and if that is the case then you and I are paying for that person to make these fucking things. And how the hell do I get a job like that?

And Barney for the name? Where the hell is Lee Harvey Oswald when we need him?

This image became words at 1:01 PM Thanks to ~Mysterio~

Sunday, November 21, 2004

Can't Sleep

running on hills
no thrill no frills
cheap date wont be late
gotta keep running
ho hum humming
back of my mind like a neon sign
dont want to be late
for the final date
times closing in
where to begin
cant reach the end

gaining no ground
running around
cant hear the sound
of time running down
no way to stop
feet flip, feet flop
pounding the ground
running around

jump the pot hole
Hoel in the ground
hole in the soul
running around

run in the rain
run through the pain
pain all around
rain hits the ground

damn neon sign
a switch to flip flop
why can't i find
a switch to just stop

must miss the date
must keep ho humming
must run on fate
must keep on running

This image became words at 1:22 AM Thanks to ~Mysterio~

Wednesday, November 17, 2004

Save The Imaginary Friend.

I started a country on Jennifer Government. You can see it here. When you make the country they ask you what you want your currency to be and what the national animal should be. I picked the Imaginary Friend as the national animal. The "game" will give you issues that you have to look into that your country is facing, such as legalizing pot, bringing back capital punishment, making voting compulsory. Things like that. This morning I checked my Issues and saw that eating the national animal was on the ballot. Here is a direct cut form the arguments page and the three options I get to pick.

The Issue
In a bid to provide a new revenue stream for Myster-Io's Beef-Based Agriculture industry, it has been suggested that imaginary friends could be added to the menu.

The Debate
"The fact is, the imaginary friend population is out of control," says Beef-Based Agriculture spokesperson Colin Wu. "We have to do something about them anyway, so why not market them as tasty snacks? We could have imaginary friend kebabs, imaginary friend pies, imaginary friend-on-a-sticks--the possibilities are endless! Let's not pass up this golden opportunity to provide a feast, if you will, for our economy."

"I agree that something needs to be done about imaginary friend over-population," says random passer-by Charles Longbottom, "but eating them? That's kind of gross. Let's just shoot the ones we have to and shovel their bodies into ditches like normal."

"I am shocked and appalled!" declared SPCA President Hope Nagasawa. "If anyone needs to be culled, it's us humans. The imaginary friends were here first, remember? We need to take this as a sign to get our industry--agriculture in particular--to back off. The imaginary friend is part of what makes Myster-Io a great nation!"
The Government Position
The government has yet to formalize a position on this issue.

If you wish, you may simply dismiss this issue.

He he. That's funny. I still do not know what I am going to do. I think I may go with making Imaginary friends a tasty snack.

MMMMmmmm... Imaginary goodness.

This image became words at 1:05 PM Thanks to ~Mysterio~

Monday, November 15, 2004

Email Botox !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ive coined a new fraze. As you can see above. Email Botox, or messenger botox, is the use of exlamation points at inapropriate times in an IM program or in an email. Such as; Hi!!!!!! what are you having for lunch today? I think i'll have soup!! Did you get the answer to number 3 on the home work? I got 10! No big deal though, it was pretty easy!

The exclamation point in these examples is similar to botox in that they both make something look way more excited and energetic then it is, both are over used way to much, are not needed most of the time, and, usually, are used by those peppy anoying people you want to kill. Please folks lets stop Email botox before it does more harm. Be responsible for your puncuation and show people you care.

This has been a public service msg!!!!!!!!!!!

This image became words at 1:42 PM Thanks to ~Mysterio~

Monday, November 08, 2004


I was reading The Broke Diary's this weekend. Well actually I read the whole thing on Saturday and Sunday. It's a quick read. It reminded me of my broke ass days in my little studio apartment. When I would run out of food and had no money to go shopping I would take what ever I had in the house and make a meal out of it. One of my favorite things to do this with was potatoes. Come on. People can live off of potatoes for ever right? I mean you have umm.. fried, baked, mashed... blah blah blah and the list goes on. So after about a week of eating my one bag of potatoes in various ways I truly ran out of food. I had about 5 left and nothing to mix them with. Well.. I got up one morning and looked in the covered to find, pushed way back, a white round container with black writing on it.

I squirmed in, pushing my whole body inside of the tight space while down on my hands and knees and pulled out my prize. I looked down at the black and white cylinder and began to turn it in my hands. Soon I was faced with a black outlined peanut and the words Government issued peanut butter on the can. Mmmm just like mom used to make. Hell it's food and it's protein. Now I don't know if you have ever seen true generic food and I'm not talking about nock off brands like western family or safe way select, but true generic food,well if you have then you know what I'm talking about. This was good old GI mana. Food of the God's (Government).

Hell at this point I had run out of even butter to put on my potato and was really getting sick of the taste. I needed something different and this peanut butter was to be my salvation. I decided to try my hand at backed peanut butter and jelly potato (I had found some jam in the fridge). Problem number 2? My little studio was apparently not ghetto enough just being a studio. No. It had to be a studio with no oven. Just two burners sitting on a board with two holes cut out acting like a shelf system for some hot plates. So no "real" backing for me. AH HA, but I did have a microwave. I throw three potatoes in the wave after scrubbing and cutting to get rid of the rotten parts and poking air holes with a fork. After a few moments I am rewarded with a ding and 3 hard shriveled rocks. Mmmm. Can't get that in a restaurant. I pull my dinner and cut one in half. Grabbing the GI peanut butter ( which I got form the neighbor lady upstairs BTW. ) I reach in with a spoon and get a huge glob of goodness. Wait let me back up. This is no skippy were talking about here. I could not just reach in and scoop. What actually happened was me opening the can and seeing the pool of oil on top of the brown dirt. I'm familiar with how this works and stir in the oil with the almost powder to make a spread. That done I slap a huge glob onto my potato and take a bight.

Have you ever tried this? Well you should. It will make you so happy that you are able to go out and get that Big Mac from McDonalds. It was bad. I then grabbed the second potato and tried just some strawberry jelly. Not much better. So, if peanut butter is bad and jelly is bad... I wonder how they would taste together. It was not like a sandwich. I've had potato bread and liked it, but this was no potato bread PB&J. I ended up throwing out the whole mess and calling a female friend I knew who worked at the little sceaser's down the street. She was closing and I convinced her to bring me what ever they had left over. The saddest part of this story has got to be that I pimped my self out for some crazy bread and half a Hawaiian pizza. And I don't even like Hawaiian.

Pizza Pizza.

This image became words at 1:26 PM Thanks to ~Mysterio~

Wednesday, November 03, 2004

That's A Damn Shame

Well... There's not much that I can tell you that you can't find else where and in better words. With the exception, maybe, of the belief that Trentch and Syrinx might be extending there Japanese trip for another 4 years.

This image became words at 1:25 PM Thanks to ~Mysterio~

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