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| 06:47pm 18/07/2008 |
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| Fuck You. |
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| 03:31am 23/04/2008 |
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I am angry all the time. |
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| 06:34am 09/01/2008 |
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Today was really tiring.
I got out of bed really late because my alarm clock has broken and I cannot afford a new one at the moment.
I feel a bit strange because we've just moved to Idaho and there's a weird smell in the house.
I'm so hardcore. Me and Buzz went to the mall today, and I stole a whole heap of stuff. I got a Good Charlotte CD, a couple of DVDs and some new boots. Buzz got caught, but he fought his way out, and then we stole some lady's car and smashed it into a phone booth.
Last night I had to go and pay Joshua's bail. He's such a jerk. He got arrested for punching the Walmart clerk in the face for refusing to sell him beer. He's only 16!
I want to tell the world that my girlfriend Amy is the bomb! She made pizza last night, and even though I burnt my lips on the cheese, it was awesome!!!
I am sharpening my knives before I go to work today, because I'm going to cut out Robert's heart and feed it to him for losing my mail.
Today, I got a digital camera! Yes! Here's some photos of my girlfriend in the nude (but don't tell her that I've posted them here - she'll kill me! Har har.)
I want to say thanks to the world for absolutely fucking nothing! You all suck. I feel so alone, no one ever reads this journal, or even comments to let me know that I'm not suffering alone. It's cold here, and I want to die, but I cannot figure out how many of you to take with me when I go.
I went to the doctor yesterday, and he said I have a terrible skin disease which prevents me from coming into contact with other human beings. And bipolar disorder.
You should all do this quiz! It's amazingly accurate. You just put in your name and birthday, and it will tell you you're a moron.
That's enough for now. But I'll leave you with this thought - sharing your life with strangers on the internet is the cheapest form of therapy available. Leave a comment and tell me I'm beautiful.
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| I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. |
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| 11:00pm 16/05/2007 |
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Stupidest reason for waking up all pissy ever.
So this morning I'm having this dream, right? I don't even remember what it was about, really, but there was this guy from work there. Name's Jim. He's a picky son of a bitch. Everything has to be just so, and he always has something to complain about. Luckily, he's in another department. Anyway, we have this big ass cheese pizza, and it's just dripping cheese. It looked absolutely delicious, but he's wastin' time complaining about something so I don't get to eat it right away. I just really want this damn pizza.
So, finally, I grab a piece, and it's heavy with cheese, drooping over at the end, and I'm just about to put it in my mouth and the damn alarm goes off.
Pissed me right off.
I wanted my fucking dream pizza.
...Put me in a bad mood for most of the day. |
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| 02:05am 08/11/2006 |
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I'm too sexy for my shirt. Too sexy for my shirt. So sexy it hurts.
That is all. |
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| Eerily accurate... |
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| 04:11pm 09/09/2006 |
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...Especially if you check the full report.
My Personality
| | Neuroticism | | Extraversion | | Openness To Experience | | Agreeableness | | Conscientiousness | |
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| Everyone else is doing it. |
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| 01:58am 04/07/2006 |
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( Read more... )
Well that was dumb.
Also, to the idi...err people, on my friend's list. See how I used LJ-cut for this? LEARN TO FUCKING USE LJ-CUT! |
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| I had a Dream |
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| 01:35am 02/03/2006 |
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mood: indescribable music: Not a damn thing, bitches.
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I keep having this dream. It isn't every night, or even every other night, more like it resurfaces once every couple of years.
It's a strange dream. I can always remember it when I have it. Usually I don't remember any dreams, so I suppose the fact that I do remember this one makes it strange all in of it self.
Of course, it changes, but only in small ways. Some things are different, but those things are taken from my life and transposed onto this dream world. It's obviously not naturally done so, because my memories of places and things change for the dream.
This time my dream started at work. It seemed normal enough, past the distortion of view that dreams always have. No one had a face, but that was normal because it was a dream. The entire world seemed cracked or distorted, but, that, again, was normal for a dream. It was different when I looked at the daily schedule to see where I worked that day. Normally we have one schedule and it's about half full of people. In my dream there was a full schedule and another half a sheet of paper filled out.
I remember thinking that was strange, but I had been gone for six days, so maybe they had just hired more people?
Then the scenery changed, as it often does in dreams. Quickly I was in the office where they keep the walkie talkies, which we use to communicate with the other employees, and I had already grabbed mine. I turned and headed out of the small side room and into the office proper, only to find that there was an extra room where a small hallway used to be. It was probably about the size of the largest office room, but more rectangular in shape.
Off to the side, taking up most of the room was a table and around it a bunch of people were selling sandwiches. For some reason I felt like I couldn't eat them and the people all acted like they knew me, but even in the dream they seemed... off. Like my brain was arguing between whether I knew them or not.
Then the scenery changed again.
This is when it becomes more like the dream normally is.
I was watching a scene, although I wasn't in it. One of the girls who had been sitting around the table was in this large metal human shaped suit. Kind of like a power suit, but obviously made for underwater exploration and she was heading toward something. It looked like a large pink fleshy area with a closed up black oval in the center. Almost like a dull opal.
There were people talking to her. I knew they were on a ship up above. They were asking her if she was sure she could seal it. She proclaimed that she was certain and seemed irritated with their questioning her.
The hand of the suit moved out and it put its palm ontop of the dull opal, or obsidian oval, but it opened up. I remember her screaming as she saw a human face there. I can't remember the face very well, but that's normal. It is a dream after all, and it was mostly covered by her hand. For some reason I could see her hand inside the suit, and it was over the metal fingers that were covering the face. I remember the face had green eyes, or at least the left one was green--as that it was the only one I could 'see' from my vantage point, and it looked angry. The thing shifted, and my vantage point moved out.
I could see that it was some sort of large aquatic beast, that was like an elongated oval on the end opposite the face, which flattened out into a large flipper. On the other was some kind of three pronged mouth or oriface that was open to reveal the face. The oriface closed, and tore into the metal of the woman's suit. I'm not sure whether it took off her arm but she was screaming, and trying to get away. She managed to pull out and was swimming away but the creature was chasing her back toward the surface.
Then the scenery changed one more time.
This time I was there again, and I was walking alongside a different woman. She was blonde and wore a black pvc coat with a skirt and a pair of calf high boots. I remember her face was beautiful, but I don't remember the specifics. We were talking, and, though there were no specifics to the conversation, I understood that we were talking about the creatures.
We walked into this little cafe on the side of a the main street--it was obvious to me that it was the main street even though everything was small. It was obviously a small town, it had a home-y feel to it. Almost like something you'd see in one of those movies where the protagonists are travelling around. It was apparently a coastal town, too, as that I knew her voice was one of the voices from before talking to the girl in the water.
I remember something about how they escaped from something down there and took on human form. I don't remember what they were trying to do, or even why they were evil. None of that was really revealed in the dream. I just knew they were.
Then my dream scape leaped again and I was standing back in the office at work next to that table where I had been before. I was still being offered the sandwiches from the girl who had been running away before, but when I was looking at her I caught a glimpse of some kind of beast.
Then my alarm went off and I woke up. |
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| Because honesty is important. |
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| 12:51am 13/12/2005 |
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I may have lied my ass off in the first letter to Santa (see Ari's livejournal), but this time I'm being honest. Obviously honesty does not pay.
 Dear Santa...
Dear Santa,
This year I've been busy!
Last Wednesday I committed genocide... Sorry about that, ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) pain_eternal (-5000 points). Last month I had a shoot-out with rival gang lords on the 5 near LA (-76 points). Last week I punched batgirl39 in the arm (-10 points). In July jess and I robbed a bank (-50 points). In February I bought porn for funka_genocide (10 points).
Overall, I've been naughty (-5126 points). For Christmas I deserve a lump of coal!
Sincerely,
krylo |
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| 02:30am 05/05/2005 |
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Damnit, Ren. It's over. Stop that day dreaming shit. Seriously. |
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