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[Mar. 3rd, 2006|05:12 pm] |
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| | The Kinks - Lola (Stuck in my head thanks to YOU.) | ] |
| You Are a Schoolgirl! | 
You're not quite as wild as a "kogyaru", but with your short plaid skirt
and silly white socks, you're still a sexual fetish object.
You can usually be seen hanging out in the girly section of the video game places,
collecting photobooth stickers of you and your friends. You may not be as innocent as you look.
Did those vending machine panties once belong to you? |
Well damn. What a coinky-dink. But I ain't no slut! Now where the hell did I put my pants...
No seriously, I can't find them.
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Something that pisses me off:
Girls on DeviantArt who post a few decent, blurry photos of themselves and call themselves models. Note; These girls differ from those who post stock photos. Instead, they are known for trying to pass off washed-out, shaky photos of them half-naked as deviations. Classy. I hope they die. |
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| Why are you smiling!? This is not a happy place! |
[Feb. 20th, 2006|12:09 am] |
| [ | music |
| | Ween - Ocean Man | ] |
I have listened to this song 112 times. (Not in one sitting. That would've been bad.)
I'm pretty much close to naked right now.
Ok, don't nobody be hatin', but I've got a gripe about Kill Bill.
I just saw it all the way through on...Friday, I think. And while it kicked ass, something was a bit amiss. Perhaps it's because there was so much hype over it, that I expected TOO much. I'm pretty sure it'll grow on me over time, because it's the type of movie I really expected to love the first time through. I had mixed feelings. Maybe that's 'cause I watched it with my mother. I don't know. I loved Fight Club the first time I saw it. I can watch that movie 3 times a day everyday and not get sick of it.
Speaking of Fight Club:
http://yque.com/fightclubsoap.html
I want. I want two. One to use and one to place upon a marble pedestal, encased in bulletproof glass. Actually, maybe not. It's not the greatest replica I've ever seen, so scratch that last part. Still, snazzy.
More amusing links:
http://picard.ytmnd.com/#
http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c179/PineapplesDoItBest/idoctorcover.jpg Oh look. An EYE doctor. I wonder whose. I scribbled in some missing information.
http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c179/PineapplesDoItBest/popoMORON.jpg Idiot.
....I'd like to see the SpongeBob SquarePants movie.
SpongeBob kicks ALL THE ASS. Fuck anyone who thinks otherwise. |
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[Feb. 17th, 2006|08:46 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  disappointed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Massive Attack - Everywhen | ] |
My brother is going to the Burning Man festival and fucking NOT TAKING ME. Goddamn it all.
http://burningman.com/
Kylie Minogue has some nice breasts. Seriously, Kylie, I hope your boobies are ok =[ I don't care how many people you bitchslapped at the one hospital or whatever, your boobies demand SAVING! (Actually, it was pretty ridiculous what you did. You invaded an entire hospital ward and even kicked old farts out of their rooms so you could have your privacy. Heartless. You are HEARTLESS.) Still, I hope your boobies are doing good. I send my love to mammaries #1 and #2.
So, Scott Stapp has a sex tape. With Kid Rock. And 4 groupie whores. They should all be lined up and slapped. I'm removing all the Creed songs I have in iTunes.
...
Some songs were good, ok?
...
So Dick Cheney shot his friend in the face. Good job, Dick Cheney. Wait'll the future generations hear about this one in the history books. Actually, I'm willing to bet future history books will accidentally omit this one. You're a real trooper. What a way to say you care. "Yeah, I just accidentally shot you. Three times. I could've sworn you were a bird." Honestly. At least you're living up to your name now, you big dick. At least he took the blame for it like a man. Didn't try to blame it on Iraq or anything.
While we're talking about politicians and the peeps they be chillin' wit, what the fuck kinda nickname is "Tipper"? Tipper Gore, you're ridiculous.
Curling? Ok, I respect that it's a very serious sport, originating in Scotland or wherever. But....at the Olympics? "*shuffle grunt shuffle shuffle fart*" That's it. That's curling to me. Then again, I'm an asshole. I'm sure it's very exciting and thrilling when you play it, and requires much concentration....At least I hope, because I'm not pissing my pants with glee everytime I watch it. Ok, so I've only watched it once or twice. BUT IT WASN'T THRILLING EITHER TIME.
I'm fucking disappointed.
I realized that if you swear enough, you come close to sounding pretty damn awesome. Of course, some people can't pull it off. It takes skill. Years of practice, (unless you were just born amazing like me) or else you just sound like a goddamn moron. Maybe CUSSING should be an Olympic sport. I mean, we've got curling, right? Let's throw poker in there while we're at it. Heck, we can combine the two events.
Prince is badass.
Ok, I'm tired of this. I'm off to go watch Kill Bill with my mother. <3 |
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[Feb. 16th, 2006|12:40 am] |
| [ | music |
| | Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here | ] |
I sit here painting my fingernails a coral color.
Sometimes I don't think I like sex very much. Sometimes I don't even wanna think about it. And not because I think it's vulgar or lewd or unclean. But because most people really don't take it seriously enough. Then again, most people need to be bitch-slapped so who am I kidding? Sometimes I don't wanna touch at all. I just wanna sit here and paint my nails and you can watch and all we need to do is sit in silence and stare at one another. So I can take in the amazing, wonderful, beautiful fact that I can feel you when you're not even touching me and that life without you is murder.
Happy belated Valentine's Day, world. <3
Fuck I can't center images. |
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| You've got me In a vendetta kinda mood. |
[Feb. 11th, 2006|05:04 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | Fatboy Slim - Weapon of Choice | ] |
Time for an entry entirely lithped. Thorry to all you lithperth out there.
Oh my goodneth....hath it really been 2 dayth thince I latht graced the people I've actually taken the time to hunt down on LJ with a fabulouth update? I think it hath. Thith callth for a thuper thpectacular potht of epic proportionth.
Leth thee....what to rant about today...
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Wacom technical thupport ith closed tho I can't get my tablet fixed fo' free. Thath about all I'm angry about right now.
http://www.youtube.com/w/Myspace---THE-MOVIE%21?v=oJ_dam5DmsM&feature=Discussed&page=4&t=a&f=b
Thith ith golden. I laughed tho hard.
Keven Federline ith a fucking moron. |
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| Do you know who I am? The Antichrist. |
[Feb. 8th, 2006|06:34 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  Awesome | ] |
| [ | music |
| | David Bowie - Oh! You Pretty Things | ] |
When I was little, I never hung out with girls in school. Rarely, at least. Little girls are goddamn bitches. At the end of every week in 1st grade, we'd get into groups and play board games. One of the groups consisted entirely of incredibly holier-than-thou, my-gel-pens-are-better-than-your's, I-had-the-best-show-and-tell-piece-of-shit sluts. Two of them were named Farrah and Margaret. Now, Farrah and Margaret, I hope you read this one day and you see how much I absolutely LOATHE your fucking existences. I hope you get knocked up or something, damn. You are a waste of space on this polluted planet. No, I take back the part about you two getting knocked up. Don't pollute the earth further by spreading the diseases known as your offspring. We've had enough people like you.
Each week, they'd play the same game: Pretty Pretty Princess. Now, upon first laying eyes on this game, I was intrigued by the shiny objects. And the crown. And all the plastic jewelry. So one day, I decided to join their little group. The box was popped open. Suddenly, the pieces seemed to lose their shine. All throughout my playing experience, these girls were being absolute jackasses towards one another. Not to mention, me. So, at the end, when Farrah was crowned Pretty Pretty Princess for the 10298230482435th week in a row, I said "Fuck. That." except it was more like "I'm not playing with you [ho-bags] anymore." So Margaret, and Farrah, and you other pathetic skeezes who I KNOW are now teenage sluts (I have proof): Fuck you all. I hate you. Go to hell. You are not pretty pretty princesses and you never will be.
I'm the only fucking princess here. Now bow the fuck down or I'll get someone to smite you up your asses with something sharp.
Witness my pretty pretty finger.
P.S.
Margaret, I will fuck you up for making fun of my sailor dress in 2nd grade. Bitch. |
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| Double post 'cause I can |
[Feb. 5th, 2006|02:04 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | Low feat. Tomandandy - Half Light | ] |
I am just so pissed at the universe. Not just the world. But the whole damn universe. The universe is such a skanky bitch. The universe rips the sky open above you and it's like "HAAAR! YOU THERE! HAPPY GIRL! I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU!" God I fucking hate the universe and karma and kismet. Whores, all of them.
Now I'm gonna go add random people that pique my interest to my friends list while I'm in the mood for it. You've been warned. And I don't give a damn if you write all this "mmk like don't be my friend if I don't know you, like, or you're just commenting to see all my private posts, like" bullshit because I couldn't give two shits less about what your private posts say. I just wanna add you so don't get your fucking panties in a bunch. This is the goddamn internet. I bother whoever I wanna fucking bother.
I'm fucking coming for you all. |
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[Feb. 5th, 2006|01:47 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | Silent Hill - Killing Time | ] |
Fuck LJ. Fuck blogs in general. Goddamn. Sometimes I fucking hate the internet. Phable, stop fucking commenting when I'm editing, fucking damnit! Who the fuck are you? Who the fuck do you think you are, all commenting on my LJ and such? Fuck you. |
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| Captain's Log; First Entry at 1730 hours |
[Jan. 29th, 2006|05:30 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | The Dust Brothers - Single Serving Marla | ] |
Here it is. The first of probably few LJ entries. Oh no. I know what this will become. A page where I get to show off my fabulous taste in music while posting sparse, trendy entries riddled with insightful, sometimes angsty quotes. If you love me you will accept it. While we're on the subject of music, what I'm REALLY listening to is a medley of Single Serving Jack and Marla off the Fight Club soundtrack. Thus, I have named it....Single Serving Marla. Oh the joys of sound recorder.
Let's talk about me. I am marvelous. I speak Polish. I am Polish. I was born in Poland. In the town where the last Pope was born. Not the current one, he's German. The Germans blitzkrieged my country. There have been 265 popes total. The town is called Wadowice. I'm not Catholic. "Vah-doh-vee-tzeh." I love fashion design with the fiery passion of a thousand suns. I will never convert to Myspace. I've had this LJ for awhile but it's my first time getting off my lazy ass and posting. I don't really feel like making "friends" om this thing. That was a typo and I WILL not correct it. I am marvelous. I'd like an El Camino. The pants I have been wearing everyday for the past 6 days haven't been washed in about 7. I miss someone. Lots. I think I've edited this entry about 20 times. And uh.....yeah, that's about it. I'm fucking awesome. The end.
Oh. Right.
"I’m falling now because
I’m holding on to things
that are no longer there"
You are not worthy of my thoughts! I will write NO MORE!
Until my next self-assured entry. |
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