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Friday, February 8th, 2008
4:20 pm
i reorganized my web comics list so i can click on things better. apparantly, this is the only use i have left for the livejournal.



*twice a week*


Friday, August 10th, 2007
9:44 pm
Alice Cooper
I am bored at work, with 12 minutes to kill.

I just patched up yet another hole in my Alice Cooper shirt, and would like to say a few things about it.

My Alice Cooper shirt once belonged to the father of a now-estranged friend. It was well loved and well worn when I found it on my floor one morning. It is from his 1980 tour, so by this point it was already 21. The picture of Alice on the front is visably flaked and falling off. There were a few holes in it. It was oversized and smelled kind of funky.
I fell in love with it.
To this day, I wear it. The once black fabric is now asphalt grey, and I can only assume the barbed-wire lettering was once orange. Here are all the things I have done to it:

sometime 2003: I sized it down so it fit me nicely. I did not cut any part of the shirt, as I was still uncertain wheter I liked it to fit tight or be the baggy extra-sized tee shirt at this point

later 2003: I cut the extra fabric from it- as the interior was gathering holes at this point due to my constantly wearing it.

sometime 2004: Somehow, it got streched out. I re-sized it again to fit me shapely-like.

later 2004: Oh How I loved my studded belt. It wore a hole near the hemline in the back of my shirt.

2005: decided it was too long. Took the hem line up an inch or so.
Also in 2005- ciggarette burn acquired in the lettering. This is from the shirt being on the floor, and Me dropping a cigarette on it.

later in 2005: Jumping a fence, ripped the studded-belt-hole even bigger.

2006: The sleeves has somehow streched out. Another re-sizing.

6.6.06: Lent it to a friend, who streched it out somewhat. Alice has a hole by his chest I blame this encounter on

later 2006: Acquired the black hair dye blob on the breast of it.

2007: the side seam split open on one side, so i hemmed that up.

2007: Dropped another cigarete on it. Burned Alice's chest

2007: Left and Right armpits ripped open, miraculously at the same time. I hemmed these by hand.

I love this shirt. It is now 27 years olld.
Sunday, July 1st, 2007
5:54 pm
Monday, April 23rd, 2007
3:45 pm
internet quiz boredom
You scored as Satanism. Your beliefs most closely resemble those of Satanism! Before you scream, do a bit of research on it. To be a Satanist, you don't actually have to believe in Satan. Satanism generally focuses upon the spiritual advancement of the self, rather than upon submission to a deity or a set of moral codes. Do some research if you immediately think of the satanic cult stereotype. Your beliefs may also resemble those of earth-based religions such as paganism.




















Which religion is the right one for you? (new version)
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Friday, February 23rd, 2007
9:12 pm
found this on the internet
i found this quote on a forum. i did not say it. i found it amusing.

"Intellectualism leads to Existentiallism. Existentiallism leads to Angst. Angst leads to suffering."
Friday, February 16th, 2007
4:48 pm
this thing's kinda wierd:

i don't know what you'd actually use it for.
i mean, if i was going to be an official card carrying communist, i don't think i'd want my card to say "commie card" in silly looking english.
still, maybe i'l get one for shits and giggles
Thursday, February 15th, 2007
3:07 pm
ha ha. i am unique and special

LogoThere are:
people with my name
in the U.S.A.

How many have your name?

Sunday, January 14th, 2007
6:23 pm
more webcomics!!
girls with slingshots

wapsi square


stuff sucks

Friday, January 12th, 2007
3:22 pm
i had some wierd dreams this morning. they all felt very very real- like when i touched things, it was as though they were solid and such.

in the first one, i was driving to work when my car broke down, so i started walking. i remembered i had left my food at home, so i turned around. then, it turned all anti-gravity so i started swimming through the air and doing cartwheels through the air.

in the next one, i was borrowing my parent's conversion van. jon and i were driving through some residential area, and i got stuck on a dead end that i couldn't turn the van around in. i tried to do a three poit turn, and the rear wheel got stuck in a ditch. i got out to survey the damage, and saw that the wheel had been completely pulled off and was laying in the ditch. for some reason, i had goldie's dog, jupiter, with me. jon and i called someone to come pick us up. they looked like a bunch of yuppies, and they wouldn't take us home. i remember being really worried because jupiter was still in the van. the yuppies took us to this party in a warehouse, and the warehouse had many underground floors attached to it. jon and i had no way to get out of the warehouse, and we were trying to find one. we wandered around. we passed through rooms with goings-on like scenes from old movies. in one, there was some congregation of dancing black men in sailor suits and a little black girl was dancing in front of them. in another, there were people dressed like the hitler youth (also dancing). one of them looked like a forest, and there were all sorts of people dressed like nymphs and satyrs and the like. in another, there was a russian theme. there were big fat men dancing that were dressed up like dictators, and peasents cowering before a stage. one of these cowering peasents was jef, and he had scabs all over his face like he was diseased. jon and i tried to convince him to come find the entrance with us, but he wouldn't. we eventually moved on. the next room was 20's gangstered out. jef was here again, only now he was with one of those sleek 20s ladies and wearing a suit. he still had the scabs on his face. i don't remember much of this, expect that i kept trying to convince him that staying in this warehouse would be madness, and he should really come along. again, he would not. this time he insisted that he and the lady were enaged to be married. jon and i moved on. we finally got to something that looked like a normal yuppy house. we were very relieved. there was a normal party going on here- with cake and awkward fattish girls. i openeda closet door and saw jupiter. i was very relieved that he was not in the car anymore. jon and i talked to the awkward fattish girls, and asked if we could smoke inside. they led us to the porch, which was very tall and old-south looking. the street was very modern, with lots of what looked like courthouses on it. jupiter yipped and ran down it, and all the awkard fattish girls followed him away. there was a short span of time where i don't recall anything of interest happening. i think we followed the awkward fattish girls for a bit.
here is where things got really odd.
we split up from the group, and started walking around. being exhibistionists, we decided to go around and have sex on things in the city. everytime we did, we were on or very near a street corner. and on every street corner, there was an execution going on. for example- we would be on a fire hydrant, and all of the sudden a man or woman would run past us, and a group of people would catch up to them, force them to their knees, say a prayer and then shoot them in the back of the head. policemen would follow, so we would flee and look for somewhere else. this happened three times. i then became very frightened that jon was maybe trying to tell me something- as though he was going to shoot me or have me shot.
then it got even wierder.
i asked him about this, in as jokingly a manner as i could muster, and he started talking. as he talked he grew- like alice in wonderland after the bread. when he stopped talking, he got back to normal size. i was frightened, and brought out the ever-popular, "you're just a dream! you can't hurt me!" and he said that this was one of his powers. he could come to me in dreams and keep me there when he wanted to. and that the dreams he creates will seem so real i wouldn't know the difference.
i don't know what happened then, but it ended with jon and all nice and happy and hugging.

Friday, January 5th, 2007
9:11 pm
these are lyrics for me
this is a brian eno song i have in my head. i am very very bored at work. so bored that i posted about bacon earlier, and now i post about eno-y goodness.

I'll find a place somewhere in the corner
I'm gonna waste the rest of my days
Just watching patiently from the window
Just waiting, seasons change, some day, oh oh,
My dreams will pull you through that garden gate

I want to be the wandering sailor
We're silhouettes by the light of the moon
I sit playing solitaire by the window
Just waiting, seasons change, ah hah, you'll see
Some day these dreams will pull you through my door

And I'll come running to tie your shoe
I'll come running to tie your shoe
I'll come running to tie your shoe
I'll come running to tie your shoe

Oh, oh oh-oh-oho-oho-oho-oho-oho-o-o-o
Oh, oh oh-oh-oho-oho-oho-oho-oho-o-o-o
I'll come running to tie your shoe
I'll come running to tie your shoe
I'll come running to tie your shoe
I'll come running to tie your shoe

I love this song.
4:56 pm
There is a website called bacontarian.com which i love. they have a link to a bacon of the month club.

i love bacon.

after work today, i am going to make a delicious sammich involving bacon, tomatoes, and avacados. because that sounds soooooo good!
thses also sound delicious:
Sunday, December 31st, 2006
4:31 pm
it's emo time!
posting lyrics. i got in a fight last night. never again.

James- Lullaby

Since your mother cast her spell
Every kiss has left a bruise
You've been raiding too much meaning from existence
Now your head is used and sore
And the forecast is for more
Memories falling, like falling rain
Falling rain

Every view they hold on you's
A piano, out of tune
You're an angel
You're a demon
You're just human
Now your world has turned to trash
Broken windows on the past
Take that child and teach him senseless
Damage the dream, damage the dream
I feel nothing, I feel nothing at all
I feel nothing at all

In this gloomy, haunted place
All the feelings are of shame
All the windows have been broken by the children
So the wind screams up the stairs
Slams the doors and rattles chairs
I wish we weren't conceived in violence
Damage the dream, damage the dream
The magic is broken
The house is in ruins
Your memory's one-sided
The side that you're choosing feels nothing
Feels nothing at all
We feel nothing at all
Tuesday, December 26th, 2006
10:08 pm
there's a lot of fun to be had when you stop being a prude.
Monday, December 11th, 2006
3:28 pm
hoorah for work, boredom, and webcomics
this is a list of webcomics i like. because i tend to forget them all. i had a paper list, but i lost it. and i'm bored at work so why not?

diesel sweeties
penny arcade
questionable content
scary go round
thinkin' lincoln
married to the sea
dr mcninja
alien loves predator
perry bible fellowship
housd (has many links to other comics for to fuel my addictions on #432 & #1001)
saturday morning breakfast cereal (http://www.smbc-comics.com)
hello cthulhu
my generic web comic
natalie dee

ones i wanted to look at, but haven't yet as i am still reading archives on something else:
and here: http://www.mitchclem.com/nothingnice/index.php?pageNum_Recordset2=222
http://www.bigcheesepress.com/brandt.php something to do with drunk something

i think i'm forgetting more. oh well. i'll ad them as i think of them. thhis is more for me than you. haha!
Sunday, November 19th, 2006
11:00 pm
random thought
this is a random thought i had at work.

i never know what to say when someone i don't know gets pregnant (like people on the phones at work being all like, "i'm pregnant!"). i know the most appropriate thing to say is "congradulations!" but honestly, sometimes i just don't mean it. alison and i were talking before about how there should be a pregnancy test called "oopsies!" or something like that. it would come with a little three minute story or something so you could read while you waited. i don't know. some people don't want to be pregnant.

not that i'm pregnant. or that i think i'm pregnant. i am vicously, unhappily, snap-commently on the rag right now, so don't all you gossipers flap your toungues. not that anyone reads this or anything.

babies are wierd. they frighten me.

ok bye!
Friday, October 20th, 2006
5:13 pm
all hail the mighty black beershits
apparantly, i like to eat potatoes and puke in sinks when i black out. i have no idea.
last night was fun. i went from being a very good drunk, to a loudmouthed mediocre drunk, to a touchy feely sentimental drunk, to, presumably, "do not punch the bitches in the faces, hug them and bond" drunk. then, i think i lost two hours. all i remember is saying "hey, you're the polish guy from the liquor store!" and then alison driving me home. i do not know where the potato came from or why i opted to puke in a sink. i'm afraid i may have cause to feel very ashamed of myself, and hopefully none of it involves the polish guy from the liquor store.
definately staying home tonight. my hangover could fell the mighty khan.

Current Mood: crappy
Monday, October 2nd, 2006
4:59 pm
this is a heading
so i am at work. on about 3 hours of sleep. i had dreams about something nasty last night, but i don't remember .i just remeber pulling my legs back under the covers very quickly because something was trying to eat them. but i felt very good when i woke up.

turning 21 at midnight. don't know how i feel about that yet. part of me wants the crazy bar-night drunkfest just because it's obligatory. but most of me just wants to go buy a six pack and revel in skipping the middleman. we'll see. either way, i need a nap and a big plate of meat and potatoes.

no point in this post. here are some oscar wilde quotes because he is witty and i love him. he was a libra, too. yay for libras.

Buck up and be jolly, my dear lady! Stillbirth is a sign that God has a sense of humour!

I love talking about nothing, father. It is the only thing I know anything about.

Only the shallow know themselves.

In this world there are only two tragedies. One is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it.

I am the only person in the world I should like to know thoroughly.

Each time that one loves is the only time one has ever loved.

Nothing makes one so vain as being told that one is a sinner.

There are many things that we would throw away if we were not afraid that others might pick them up.

The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it.

As long as war is regarded as wicked, it will always have its fascination. When it is looked upon as vulgar, it will cease to be popular.

It is a very sad thing that nowadays there is so little useless information.

My wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to the death. One or the other of us has to go.

A cigarette is the perfect type of a perfect pleasure. It is exquisite, and it leaves one unsatisfied. What more can one want?

A man cannot be too careful in the choice of his enemies.

“It's a sorry man who can not invent an Oscar Wilde quote to fit his situation.”
~ Oscar Wilde on Making up Oscar Wilde quotes

here. just go here:


oh boredom and the brink of a new era of drunkeness
Monday, September 25th, 2006
5:17 pm
Robot Love!!!
Bored at work again. I have now discovered the joys of web comics. Hurrah for robot on human love!


that's where i left off. it's a bitch to get back where you were on those things.
Thursday, September 7th, 2006
6:42 pm
hurrah for internet quizzes!

How evil are you?

You are Socialist

What: Socialism

Where: At the distant bottom-left of the politcal spectrum

How: Comparable to communism, socialism is an economically authoritarian political standpoint. Often, people are guaranteed jobs and given them, while workplaces are being closely regulated. Forms of it are currently instituted in many modern countries, and it is know to support the working class, but also implode economies.

What political extremity are you?

so far i am an evil socialist.

You are Socialist

What: Socialism

Where: At the distant bottom-left of the politcal spectrum

How: Comparable to communism, socialism is an economically authoritarian political standpoint. Often, people are guaranteed jobs and given them, while workplaces are being closely regulated. Forms of it are currently instituted in many modern countries, and it is know to support the working class, but also implode economies.

What political extremity are you?

an evil socialist philosopher.

and there. i just wasted 20 minutes at work.
Saturday, September 2nd, 2006
8:25 pm
Your Linguistic Profile:
70% General American English
15% Dixie
5% Upper Midwestern
5% Yankee
0% Midwestern


living in the midwest for the past 8 years has not affected me!! (at least according to the very reliable >cough< blogthings.com)

yeah. working. bored. the usual.

Current Mood: triumphant
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