Thursday, May 22, 2008

net-salve

pronounced "net sAv". a term generally used in regards to those of internet savviness.

not me.

me, these days. god damn these days. i love you.

another day, another fucking...oh wait, nothing.

tow giganticly awesome bands prevented me from hearing anything tonight. and . i . loved it. so so so bad. first band, hold on i gotta remember...quiet hooves. fuckin g great, wait a minute my cats at the window. steven, what are you doing out. god i love you.
anyway, i cant hear anything thanks to them. an d. the following band, dark meat. completely amazingly dance-er-ific-ly RAD. maybe, and this is streching it because i dont really know how to relate some bands to other bands, but maybe...skarekrawu (or how ever you spell it) radio + poliphonic spree (or how ever you spell it). anyhow, im in LOVEW. thats rightt. love with a double uuuuuuu.

so...you wanna make out. cause im drunk and excited about music and i don t really know what a better candidate for makin gout is. you?

well, ill say adueieieieiei then and call it a night.
H20 is better as a drink.
thank you youth
thakn you age.

nighty noght. i gotta fart on myself now.
o\\i love you more.3> damnh <3
got it

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

broken and its awesome!!!

there's nothing like waking up at 3:30 in the afternoon on someone's couch with pieces of unchewed sandwich in your mouth. to add to the rude awakening of my life ive got two fake mustaches stuck to my boobs, skinned elbows, blood on my shirt, and (i think) a broken toe. but the weather today, can you believe it! beautiful.
anyway, i do remember rrrrasling with my roommate on carpet (that would explain the elbow thing). oh, and just remembered i tipped over on my bike (that could be the toe and this other abrasion i just found on my ankle). the blood is questionable and the mustaches are just funny.
last night was one to remember, or not.
at least there's proof on my body (if not in my mind) that i had an AWESOME time.

Sunday, May 18, 2008

why cant i stop masturbating?

i wake up in the morning and all i want to do is shit my pants, hauk loogies for an hour or so, and fuck.  
as i am a resorsfull person, i get all these done myself (usually). 
i get in the shower, turn that shit on hot hot hot, and start my day. 
caugh. caugh. hack. spit. push. feel the hot liquid shit run down my legs and mix with the phlem at the bottom of the bathtub. caugh some more. oh, this time blood with the green/yellow/brown chunks that come from inside me.
if im really lucky ive started my period and with my next full body, abdomin wrenching hack fest, i can just push it all out. 
chunks from my lungs, piss, crotch blood, and runny poo. this is my shower experience.
oh, then i brush my teeth and shave my legs so guys will think im hot.

Wednesday, February 6, 2008

2nd blog in over a month...

ok, so its february its supposed to be borring and depressing but FUCK! this bad. seriously! i mean really.. i cant believe this shit. i feel pretty fucking horrible. how can weather and lack of ample activity do this to a person? really? 
i like to think that im in control of things, like my moods my actions the things i do ect... but, fuck, these days i dont know.
I AM FUCKING SAD. real fucking sad.
and i dont know what to do about it.
i hate my job.
i dont really like my life.
i think i may like someone alot but i dont know if they like me in return... jesus god, im 25 fucking years old. what am i doing?
i cant cry about this nothing shit forever. 
WHAT DO I DO?!
who am i asking?
why am i doing this?
y

i am fucking terrified

look at the poles. look at them. ok, its 2 something in the morning, wednesday morning, and the poles are still going. it looks good it looks bad... i think it looks pretty bad. i mean who cares if he's winning in 7 states. big fucking deal. the future still sucks in the rest of the 43 states, or how ever many fucking pieces of land "we" own n0w. i voted. I VOTED. i voted. borack. i did it. so please please please tell me i made a difference. please.
or not because thats what im kindof expecting.
signing out (with tears of fear)
L. (fucking) Rose Bland


im so scared to see the future
lets just jump.