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    Wednesday, October 1st, 2003
    3:01 am
    been pretending to sleep. on the couch. not really sleeping, pretending. time to buy the three dollar cigarettes and stop
    buying soda. time to go back to guitars in the subway salary

    Current Mood: boo-fucking-hoo!
    Tuesday, September 30th, 2003
    3:02 am
    On: Creating Monsters.
    sometimes you shouldn't just give somebody a drum machine and say 'go crazy, man'.

    Current Mood: amused
    Sunday, September 28th, 2003
    4:59 am
    kiss. . .my ass..
    stop..no, don't. don't you fucking kiss me .
    ...you did ! fuck you, you went ahead and did it.
    geeaaaarrrrhhhhhhhh ! ! ! what do you want you fucking coke-head bitch ! ..honestly . i kiss my mom, my grandma, cute girls i like a whole bunch, buddies get 'em sometimes, best friends get 'em on the lips if it'll get two girls to kiss. . .the people i'm hate-ing on here are fucckkking-fasion-ass-cunt-dickheads,
    "oh, like, oooohhhhhh, i'm sterolyn, HOtt BELt ! i'm kissing your cheek while i hug you because i like go to europe all the time ! and , like , ha ! oooooohhhhhhhhh!!! HOtt tABLE ! ! ! , hey, like who did your table " [[goes and kisses table persons cheeks]]

    uuuggghhhh. i hate these fucks that ignore you 30 das of the month and pick one day to kiss...fuck your kiss!
    Friday, September 26th, 2003
    5:04 am
    not hanging w/ live journal
    hung w/ typewriter. . .fuck you live journal, fuck you lap top.
    fuck you really, really nice breeze. fuck you winter..feet freezing in a month. um. . oh yeah, FUCK YOU BROKEN BIKE .
    1:00 am
    just gonna hang out with the livejournal tonight. . updates every fifteen minutes. god bless johnny.
    12:58 am
    controversy
    prince 'controversy' is rocking my holy socks off; "jack you off", "do me baby", "ronnie talk to russia", "annie christian" , jesus!!! i've been wearing it out on the white tape format, highly recomended, slap on the super bass and crank your jam-box to eleven. wow. .ha, ha. .that's what i'm gonna call jerking off from now on. . .

    Current Mood: dancing
    Thursday, September 25th, 2003
    9:46 pm
    MAN !
    SHUt tHE FUCK UP YOU FUCKING BItCH !
    SHUt tHE FUCK UP YOU FUCKING BItCH !SHUt tHE FUCK UP YOU FUCKING BItCH !SHUt tHE FUCK UP YOU FUCKING BItCH !SHUt tHE FUCK UP YOU FUCKING BItCH !SHUt tHE FUCK UP YOU FUCKING BItCH !SHUt tHE FUCK UP YOU FUCKING BItCH !
    9:54 am
    nowhere fast(er)
    i rode 'trini' , my be-lov-ed low rider bicycle to work today...well i rode most of the way, not when it was uphill cause it's really hard to peddle like that. . .and there was that little bit where i walked because my legs and my back and my arms and my neck and my wrists hurt from riding it, so i walked like three times, or...with the up hill parts i walked four times, or five...


    o.k.;o.k...i carried my bike to work and was half an hour late.
    and my bike is lame and chicks don't dig it. i'll show them .

    Current Mood: cold
    Wednesday, September 24th, 2003
    1:41 pm
    religion.
    best night of karaoke, ever.
    i could not believe these mother-fuckers singing.
    i did 'mama said knock you out' and 'pink houses'..
    this is an aweful journal entry.
    i'm going to work.
    Monday, September 22nd, 2003
    5:59 am
    does this mascara make me look fat?
    ...thrown right into the filthy ass of the biz of music. . what an aweful ton of turds ! . . longest weekend of the earth, this week- end was . nice in the moments i wasn't actively selling out..full scale pentagram dance squad attack with all my oldest bestest friends on friday after everybody but the men and women of wall street had left, me and jasmine went fuuuuccckkkiiinnnnggg giddy like it was 1999 on the jersey turnpike about ' the land of mistakes under cover of night', played in the ocean with other old friends, actually went to work and got some $money$.
    then on the 11 hour sell out shifts , i stood around three feet away from the sun, totally despising two people in my band, and pretending to play my instrument, lip-syncing words that i think are stupid, dancing with cheerleaders . . . but it's supposed to be stupid. i don't know. . . i really shouldn't be doing this .
    Friday, September 19th, 2003
    2:56 am
    excessive vomiting.
    had a party at the hole last night. drank so many gin and tonics.
    started throwing beer. tossed out my window when i got home, in
    the bathroom when i woke up, out side the pizza place after band
    practice. drank cokes at the bar tonight, watched jazz, really
    good, except they had a fucking guitar player.
    Saturday, September 13th, 2003
    6:55 am
    the thing i fucked up
    so, i changed the date on my very first entry accidentally to my birhday, which is feb 13, when today's date is really sept 13. .
    soooo stupid.

    Current Mood: mood, what's that?
    Thursday, February 13th, 2003
    6:20 am
    five-fifty-one AM, i welcome me to this 'live' jornal
    i havent been broke in a while. .it usually happens a lot, and i'm talking "less than ten quarters in the piggy bank, no green suff, no bank account" broke . . . so i decided to do what any bored teenagger would do, spent 3 dollars out of above mentioned busted pig-bank on nearly 70 ounces of malt liquor and do some stupid shit on the computer. . it's nearer 7:am now, and while i'm generally still awake at this hour i'm usually not pushing st. ides down my throat, that stuff is for the hours between 5:pm & 4:am..can't complain tho. . .sun is coming up thru the rain, 70 degrees, 50 ounces deep in his morning-drunk, it's leather jacket weather again, that means i don't need a wallet or a book-bag any more. normally in a journal one would write about how they were making ouut with a rad girl all thru-out the previous evening, but i just don't feel like getting into it. . .i mean this is 'live journal' right? everybody just writes dumb shit don't they?...
    hold on. . .
    drunk..
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