dear monsters ball, |
I hate you. And, I would like to have my money back.
Dictated but not read,
Kenny Anderson
Posted by on Sat, 01 Nov 2008 18:31:00 GMT |
lost in the sauce once again |
i dont know how to be a human being. emotions are oblivious points of interraction to me. apparently, feeling something isnt enough. there are dates and times and places and words an...
Posted by on Sat, 23 Aug 2008 04:37:00 GMT |
to hell with the criers |
i dont need the approval, the adoration, the respect of anyone. all that i want is just that tho. f*ck all those who might be willing to throw my living corpse under the bus, just to feel ...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Jun 2008 15:09:00 GMT |
duplicitous |
cosmetic distortion. being defined by the love of abortion. too bad the snorkel you use cant keep you alive from all the metaphorical truthspeak. are these even words im using or is th...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Jun 2008 12:31:00 GMT |
My Celebrity Look-alikes |
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Posted by on Thu, 26 Jul 2007 00:18:00 GMT |
hmm? yeah |
Leave your name in my blog comments. Once you do that, this is what I'll do for you...1. I'll respond with something random about you.2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.3. I'll pick a ...
Posted by on Thu, 14 Jun 2007 14:55:00 GMT |
yes, i |
got another promotion.
im lovin it. im now the service supervisor, and i rock it.
one another note. i really want a good old fashioned party sometime soon. i may not part...
Posted by on Tue, 08 May 2007 20:09:00 GMT |
gravis |
tired of sleeping alone. defessos(tired of, in latin) waking in the same place. would like something different. yet nothing seems to manifest itself... i dont know how to ...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Apr 2007 02:04:00 GMT |
2 many djs |
minus the explicit sexual overtones:
i wish i could see someones face when i think/hear this song
I Was Made For Lovin' You lyrics by ANNA VISSITonight I wanna give it all to you
in the darkness there...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Mar 2007 20:15:00 GMT |
biting the apple |
some of the art i truly did appreciate; however, there were too many people that just wanted to be seen there, in my belief. ihop with laila was fun.
there was a poetry reading, that was ...
Posted by on Sat, 03 Mar 2007 08:46:00 GMT |
