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d. everett thompson

I am here for Dating, Friends and Networking

About Me

I rock and roll. I play both kinds of music. I am an incredible lover. I am selfish. I am giving. I am talented. I have no future. I hate love. I love love. I love hate. I hate hate. I want to be reveared. I want to be respected. I want to create. I want to destroy. I want my own house. I want to hitchhike for a few years. If you need to be saved you came a few months too late.My im,name: DanPastime

My Interests

playing music, gettin' laid, stayin' up and out.

Music:

Simon and Garfunkel, Otis Redding, Chet Baker, Sunday's Best, The Shins, Built to Spill, Karate, Elton John, Beach Boys, Stevie Wonder, Postal Service, Death Cab for Cutie, Muse, Nick Drake, Velvet Underground, The Album Leaf, Eggstone, Fed Ex, and the music I haven't written yet.

Movies:

Dark City, High Fidelity, The Graduate, I Heart Huckabees, Rushmore, The Virgin Suicides, The Royal Tennenbaums.

Television:

Adult Swim, History Channel, Stuff.

Books:

Shel Silverstien's The missing piece and the big O, and Nick Hornby, all but Fever Pitch. I don't watch soccer and I sure as hell don't want to read about it.

Heroes:

Donald fucking Trump. He could buy and sell your ass!!!! and spiderman.

My Blog

When I die. . .

  I grew up attending church three times a week.  My belief in God and what transpires after one's time on earth is over has never changed.  In exchange for believing that Jesus wanted ...
Posted by d. everett thompson on Wed, 14 Mar 2007 12:21:00 PST

I was wrong.

Self-realization is a bitch.  It shouldn't be so easy to take everything you've ever wanted for granted.  My best friend finally got tired of my clouded priorities, tired of being hurt, tir...
Posted by d. everett thompson on Fri, 02 Mar 2007 12:42:00 PST

Good brews, good tunes, good bitches.

I've noticed I haven't really written anything of interest in quite a while. I just haven't felt inspired to sit down and try to formulate an original thought, but in doing so believe that I know why...
Posted by d. everett thompson on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

The boy who cried wolf

I was driving home two days ago early in the morning and saw saw something that chilled me too the bone. It is entirely unlike me but I didn't tell a soul. I was the second person to see a shattered h...
Posted by d. everett thompson on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Everything you'll ever need to know

I would be the last person in the world to say I've got it all figured out. I'm doing pretty well in the interpersonnal relationship category, but I'm still fuzzy on the particulars. Recently my the...
Posted by d. everett thompson on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

God bless the Indian Summer

"We go now live to the streets to find out what the voters think. . . "To a certain extent we are all just demographic foder. To a politician we're voters. To corporate America we're consumers. To the...
Posted by d. everett thompson on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

01-31-2005

The sun crashes in on us lying in your bedroom As you slide across the covers, place your hand on my chest Kiss my naked shoulder, and tell me it's time to wake up. And I rise up to find It was ...
Posted by d. everett thompson on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Silencing God.

It's become an art form. Blocking out the voice inside that tells us drugs are bad, don't sleep with this person, maybe you shouldn't drink tonight. Well, good news folks if you silence that voice l...
Posted by d. everett thompson on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Pocket Aces and still fucked

It's entirely possible to be dealt and amazing hand and still lose. You could be wealthy, or beautiful, intelligent, charming, you could know the right choices to make and still fucking bet on the wr...
Posted by d. everett thompson on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

silly love songs

You know whats funny about most of the love songs we non-radio people listen to is? Most of them are about unreturned love. we listen and think how beautiful. How romantic. But the truth of the ma...
Posted by d. everett thompson on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST