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| 07:09pm 19/07/2007 |
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mood: constipation elation sedation music: Unkle - When Things Explode (ft. Ian Astbury)
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O.
I'm here. I am.
Kind of sort of.
watch for a new journal... uh... name.
I'll let you know.
Long story, involving
GUNS!
KNIVES!
CRACK COCAINE!
EXTORTION!
TRAFFIKING!
ROBBERY!
and finally
REHAB.
Have your proverbial appetites been whetted?
You can sip the starter soup a while, then I'll drop the main course.
Keep on keeping on. |
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| Hi, Everybody! |
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| 12:09am 17/03/2007 |
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Your results:
You are The Joker
| The Joker |
| 84% |
| Magneto |
| 74% |
| Apocalypse |
| 72% |
| Mr. Freeze |
| 71% |
| Dr. Doom |
| 65% |
| Dark Phoenix |
| 63% |
| Poison Ivy |
| 60% |
| Juggernaut |
| 54% |
| Mystique |
| 50% |
| Riddler |
| 50% |
| Venom |
| 47% |
| Catwoman |
| 47% |
| Lex Luthor |
| 45% |
| Green Goblin |
| 42% |
| Two-Face |
| 38% |
| Kingpin |
| 30% |
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The Clown Prince of Crime. You are a brilliant mastermind but are criminally insane. You love to joke around while accomplishing the task at hand.
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Click here to take the Super Villain Personality Test
Yeah, lots of stuff has happened.
Update later, 'bye! |
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| Danielle vs. Scotch. Round 1. FIGHT! |
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| 03:01am 27/12/2006 |
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Man this is killer
I have this incense holder Tamara gifted me for the Yule-Tidings
and it's like.. a ceramic piggy
........ too easily entertained
wait! no such thing!
it's a blessing to find good in the simple things in life!
it's too full of crap otherwise
enjoying small, seemingly inane things
makes for keeping me not only sane, but upbeat.
Take what's good, don't analyse it and compare it to the negativies of humanity's plight
until it loses its value as something to be enjoyed.
It's one of those cases where one must follow instinct.
And my instinct says 'laugh, smile, breathe, enjoi.'
This is an ability I hope to continue to apply throughout life
however long that'll be. |
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| 01:34am 27/12/2006 |
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music: Good Riddance - Come Dancing
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the eyes of a junkie are the tell-all
watch the eyes and you'll know everything
not consciously, not intellectually, not factually
but instinctually you'll be aware of the intensity of one's plight
and his always looking to things good
or maybe it's something we only pick out in each other
I don't know
but it's apparent from a mile down the way. |
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| 12:56am 27/12/2006 |
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music: Lou Reed - Perfect Day
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fuck. this song gets me every time. |
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| Twenty-one! |
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| 08:50am 13/12/2006 |
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Twenty-one years ago yesterday evening, my father was buying me my first dress (a tiny red one made of velvet), while my mother was attempting to breastfeed me while enduring the discomfort of cunt stitches.
My birthday was hella sweet for the most part.
Went for sushi, watched House, drank many wine, went to the reef (Karly bought me supper), drank beer, went to visit steph at work, drank coffee, came home, did laundry, passed out, woke up, had a smoke, brought laundry in. I'm sure more happened but I dunno.
However, the best hightlights came in the middle of the night when I woke up at 5am and lay in bed listening to Lucas vomit in the downstairs toilet for a half hour.
And also, when I woke up to my alarm but couldn't grab and/or turn off the alarm on the phone with my hands because they were both numb as I'd somehow passed out lying atop BOTH arms and I flailed around with a screaming telephone for a minute before managing to hit the snooze option with one of my front teeth.
Yeah.
okay, time to go to work!
Work work work.
It's christmas time at the Post Office. WHEEEEE. |
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| 'a work in progress' |
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| 09:30am 05/12/2006 |
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I need to go away or
failing that, require quiet.
no familiar music for now,
no material familiarities
no empty drug wraps strewn about my desk,
no sketch pens I've been doing nothing with as of late,
no constant mess with which to bury myself and to hide within
nothing that defines me in this stage of life.
because this mentalstate has been continuous for a long time,
and this stage of life has been drawing thin
and I don't know how much longer I can continue
jumping and
falling face first and
getting up and
jumping and
falling face first
without reason beyond that it smarts.
I'm always covered in cuts and bruises,
always bleeding and it's pleasing
momentarily.
Like I'm turning myself into swiss cheese so that the
physical things I do will open gaping holes in me
and everything on my mind will seep out automatically
so I won't have to explore it with my mind, only my body.
And right now it _must_ come out
somehow
and right now it doesn't matter if I heal
after the fact
after the swiss-cheese-gaping-hole-self-seepage
it just needs out and that's that. |
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| Life After God. |
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| 11:41am 28/11/2006 |
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music: atmosphere - guns and cigarettes
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People around me are dying and all I want to do is sleep.
Twelve hours last night.
There's a call due to my grandmother I've been putting off.
There's a call to get in gear I've been putting off.
Simple pleasures,
simple production,
simple addiction
=/= simplicity.
not sure there's such thing as simplicity, only how clearly one understands a particular thing.
But maybe not.
It's too complicated to explore for the time being.
AHAHAHA.
cleaning time. |
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| saturday night dancing like the way you move |
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| 06:58pm 13/11/2006 |
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music: Combat 84 - Politically Incorrect
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I took a quiz and it told me I was like Chuckie Manson and will likely spend the remainder of my days as the Junkie Overlord of a few dozen brainwashed nutjobs.
Pssh. As if I didn't know that already.
The Surf Messiahs played Malone's Saturday. Steph came with me!
I drank all the booze.
Or... almost all the booze. The rest of the booze I spilled on the table.
And on the seat.
And on my backpack.
But mostly on Bryce.
Uhh, basically I'm awesome. I dragged Bryce up to dance, and we got the floor bumping, bumping.
So pretty much Tony, Mike, and Matt owe us some hardcore shalaam-inating.
Then we left. Then I sprained my ankle in the crosswalk at Pender and Dunsmuir.
Then Steph saved my life by cabbing us home. I love Steph.
Then I somehow lost my phone in my bed and the alarm didn't go off and I woke up 4hrs later than intended, realised it _wasn't_ 06:00hrs, flew out of bed still drunk and fell on my sprained ankle again.
And then I was 2.5hrs late for work and mad hungover and have been walking like a gimpzombie since.
Pretty flipping epic.
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| 09:20am 29/10/2006 |
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Still awake from last night.
Been nursing a headache since yesterday morning. think I need food.
Ooh I hear someone moving downstairs, I'ma go see if this person is real or imagined. |
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| Haha! In the Kidneys! |
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| 07:38pm 14/10/2006 |
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So lately I've been having dreams.
And these dreams mostly consist of body parts being removed and/or TOUCHED VERY HARDLIKE WITH A FOOT.
Thursday night I slept up against a dismantled bicycle and I guess a spoke was pressing into my leg.
In my mind, this translated to my leg being amputated.
I wasn't too torn up. No leg means peg leg!
Mostly I can't tell what I've dreamt and what's actually happened, due to my incredible habit of not sleeping for days and then... doing nothing but sleeping... for days.
Balance of extremes, story of my life.
So anyway, I asked Steph today, as she built herself a delicious sandwich, if at some point in the last few days someone had kicked me in the kidney and laughed "Haha! In the kidneys!"
Because I swear it happened. And my kidney is not pleased.
I'll bet it was Jen.
Fuck you, Jen. |
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| 08:50am 06/10/2006 |
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mood: "Can you see my fingies?"
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All right.
Jen and I stayed up all night long, babycakes!
Except she bawk-bawk-bawk'd to her cozy beddywedd approx.six in the A.M.
Granted she happened to have been able to match my consciousness-stride impressively for having wobbled home intoxicated at 1a.m.
Meanwhile I remained awake to munch the cold leftover perogies Steph made last night's supper.
ERK, I have to go to work now! waaah! |
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| 05:30am 06/10/2006 |
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mood: wokka wokka wokka music: The Beatles - I'm Looking Through You
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| Question of the Day: |
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| 05:20pm 26/09/2006 |
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music: David Bowie - The Bewlay Brothers
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Why does the alarm always go off at the beginning or during the middle of the sex dream? |
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| autumn's here. |
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| 06:01pm 20/09/2006 |
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music: The Ladies & Gentlemen
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you can tell by the wind
by fresh cut wood
all stacked to dry
Introspective melancholy and poignant, learn-ed, instinctual memory
comes on the wind, same time every year.
Leaves turn, rain's like monsoons or leaky-condos or broken faucets.
Or cold clear afternoons
By the river, through the fence, on the tracks, through the grass
When everything's orange. |
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| "I'm not getting in the paddywagon, you FAGGOT." |
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| 04:12pm 29/08/2006 |
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The past two nights I've slept in steph's bed because I have none of my own until the morrow. but really it's because we like to cuddle, are both light sleepers, and are highly amused at super-loud drug busts at 2:30 in the morning in the back lane. |
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