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06:24 pm
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wikki wikki
woop woop
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06:24 pm
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hmmm
ive been thinking a lot...
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06:24 pm
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ahh
ive calmed down somewhat
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06:23 pm
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grrr
IM PISSED OFF RIGHT NOW
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08:25 pm
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ergh
this is the king of prestons speaking,
please surrender all you have just sent a jar of fudge says:
josh
you have just sent a jar of fudge says:
you owe me a livejournal update
for democracy, any man would give his only begotten son says:
rightio and you have just sent a jar of fudge says:
josh
you have just sent a jar of fudge says:
you owe me a livejournal update
for democracy, any man would give his only begotten son says:
rightio offspring.
that is all
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05:16 pm
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livejournal is following me
From : slav_head <lj_notify@livejournal.com>
Sent : Wednesday, 19 April 2006 1:35:28 AM
To : borrie_master@hotmail.com (valley_boi)
Subject : Your friend has sent you a LiveJournal nudge
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Hey valley_boi,
Your mutual friend slav_head has noticed that you last updated your journal on
LiveJournal 1 week ago! Be a friend and go post.
(http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml)
Sincerely,
The LiveJournal Team
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05:27 pm
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NO COMMENTS.
i did something that could be either good or bad, but most probably is pretty negative, and although anyone who actually gievs a shit has already been told (because they are my friends) im going to tell every other person on livejournal
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01:48 pm
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update: operation dumbo drop+2
erghhhhhhh
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07:26 pm
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STRAIGHT FROM THA UNDERGROUND
not sure what's worse
the wait or the waiting room
"you're next sir" becomes a cruel taunt to you
recycled air, smell of sleep, and disinfectant
your god is a two-door elevator
do they even cure you
(cut me open drug me)
or is it just to humor us before we die
(repair all my defects)
if only we could heal ourselves
we wouldn't need to be hooked up to these machines
lets redefine, what it means to heal
do they even cure you
(cut me open drug me)
or is it just to humor us before we die
(repair all my defects)
if only we could heal ourselves
we wouldn't need to be hooked up to these machines
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04:35 pm
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HOLY FUCKING SHIT
I MEAN WOW... JUST FUCKING WOW
*mind blown*
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08:08 pm
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the hot lies were pretty good, who care about alkaline trio
Oh, well imagine,
As I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor,
And I can't help but to hear,
No, I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words,
What a beautiful wedding,
What a beautiful wedding,
Says a bridesmaid to a waiter,
Oh yes, but what a shame,
What a shame the poor groom's bride is a whore,
I chime in with a,
"Haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things,
With a sense of poise and rationality.
I chime in,
"Haven't you people ever heard of, closing the goddamn door?"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things,
With a sense of,
Well in fact,
Well I'll look at it this way,
I mean technically our marriage is saved,
Well this calls for a toast so pour the champagne,
Oh, Well in fact,
Well I'll look at it this way,
I mean technically our marriage is saved,
Well this calls for a toast so pour the champagne, pour the champagne.
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06:34 pm
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another worthless update ENJOY
DREAMING
on some nights you'll find me falling
I am formless I am shapeless
on some nights i'm better left alone
you take it all in from some severed state of stasis
you scream, "WAKE UP!!!" inside your own body, but
you're buried...or suffocating...or worse
tonight it's worse,
tonight the screaming hurts
tonight it's worse
tonight, i'm wrapped up in her
we find each other under
blankets as warm as summer
we are inseparable
our bodies know what they're for
and we give in, we explore
each other desperate for
something inseparable
this coma kiss is infinite,
and I may take your tongue if you stay
we are this dream - fluid and intricate
we made it that way
every nightmare needs an influence
and your body turning blue as you lay
directly next to me colors this one
in bluish hues and darker greys
... my wrists, its in the center of my torso, behind my eyes and in the back of my head
something is eating me alive from the inside out
everyday when I awake I'm shaking or worse
tonight it's worse,
tonight the screaming hurts
tonight it's worse
Last night as I was wrapped up in her
I drowned her body under
blankets as warm as summer
we were inseparable
so this is what has become
of everything that I loved
the betrayal and the blood
became inseparable
from the most beautiful nightmare I've ever had
completely inseparable
I see her hair spread across the floor
and tangled in the telephone cord
our favorite song's been repeating all night
someone call an ambulance, because something's not right
Current Mood:  cynical
Current Music: XZIBIT - DANNY BOY
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05:51 pm
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enuff sed
It's that millenium ridiculous flow, I never let go
Niggaz gettin knocked out is part of my show
Let em know who they fuckn wit yo: a rhyme wrangler
Tri-angular, push off the hillside strangler
Dangle a, nigga by the ankle off the balcony
Now let his punk ass go, look out below (BELOWWWW)
It's a tale of two cities, come out when the sun go down
We officially not fuckin around
Stuck in the ground, fitted with a suit in a pine box
(hah!) with my fresh pressed khakis in a slingshot
So beatbox all day in a nigga face
And all you bitches see the dick that you shoulda ate
Call it what you wanna call it
I'm a fuckin Alkaholik
Bring it if you really want it
Ain't gotta put no extras on it
Call it what you wanna call it
I'm a fuckin Alkaholik
Bring it if you realli want it
Ain't gonna put no extras on it
Yo, I'm in the zone, and lyrically gone
Got the spot blown, BOOM! Oklahoma
Watch the aroma, catch those who love me
My underground dirty cats on dune buggies
I be the type to take your watch and flaunt it
Kidnap T. Lewis and Jimmy Jam on it
Yo, I bang a nigga head til his neck pop
Do a KR's one to a black cop
X and E's, out for cream, get the money
While you stay broker than Al Bundy
Uhh, give it to yall, in Any Given Sunday
With J. Fox namin tha spot, make it hot
(I hate E so much right now!) Blow it down nigga, bounce
come off the ropes like J. Snooka
(Two fly motherfuckers) You can't fuck widdit
Backed by Open Bar, so y'all forget it
J McEnroe, cam smashin, party crashin
I eat MC's like a ration
I'm sockin niggaz in their goatees
I leave you stiffer than that fool on my basketball trophies
I'm in the room with 10 G's, countin ten G's
Cause we need a bag of weed (can you smell it?)
Now we need ten dimes, to blow on these like wind chimes
Time to close the blinds cause you all in mines
I bought a bottle for the session, and did not share it
Drink so much Captain Mo' all I need is a parrot
You took the Alkaholik challenge, and lost your balance
You underground, we under water drinkin liquid by tha gallons
Slurred words, double vision, brain bustin, head rushin
Since I'm too drunk to walk, I rock a party on crutches
and still rush the roughest MC who wanna get it
Forget it, it's liquid, don't mix it, Xzibit
Ca-Tash on the blast the final piece to the puzzle
I slap bitches on the ass, I slap pimps about the muzzle
I shuffle with the microphone, bang rhymes consistant
You wack and I'm Ca-Tash and that's the motherfuckin difference
For instance, 21 and over, set your clocks back
Tick tock tick tock; Still standin where the rocks at
Two-thousand-one, we still young guns that's restless
Thirty niggaz, sixty hoes; and that's the motherfuckin guestlist
Current Mood:  FUCKKKNGIIIIAsdjkasdbhfiasdZXC
Current Music: flogging molly
Tags: esh lad
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07:01 pm
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can i get a woop woop
I have almost no friends outside of school and I don't see them often so I have decided to update livejournal every day or two with very short posts just to let you know what I am thinking at the time I make the post.
wikki wikki
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07:04 pm
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i thoguht you were freind
fuck me dead i love stuff
Current Mood:  grrrrr
Current Music: everybody loves raymond
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06:48 pm
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IM SO EMO RIGHT NOW
*slash slash slash*
Current Mood: Angsty and misunderstood
Current Music: fffffffff - The Used
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09:42 pm
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fukken lol
This arvo after school there was a wee accident involving David and Guy, in which David backed into Guy as Guy was driving past. It was funny on soooooooooooooooo many levels including all the nice levels, and David had this to say for him self:
well josh was driving away from one direction and i was angrily thinking "joooooooshhhh" and didnt look the other way because my mind was elsewhere, then josh came back and i wanted to kill him with my club lock which is made of hard steel.i just saw him and was thinking god i hope you fucking die
fortunately for guy, he doesnt have to pay for the damage because it wasnt his fault
i hope glaring at me was worth crashing a car ;)
Current Mood:  fffffffff
Current Music: butttttttttttttttts
Tags: goober
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12:08 am
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vlimp
vlomp
Current Mood:  chipper
Current Music: I'm Josh
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04:07 pm
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OMGOMGOMG
2dai i talked 2 da cutest guy he was all like "how u doin" n i was lyk "ur HAWT!~" n he asked 4 my numba but i had 2 lie n tell him i lost my fone coz relly my mum took it coz she caught me talkin 2 a boi n he was lyk "k then... i gotta go" n i almost DIED i h8 my fukn mum
Current Mood:  ditzy
Current Music: shit - dappled cities fly
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06:00 pm
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War, Peace, and the Other Guy
A long time ago there was such a thing as peace. This peace did not last long, in fact it only lasted until the first human learnt that there was another human looking at it funny, but it was nice none the less. Since then, there has been nothing but one conflict after another, which forms what I like to call “human history”.
“It’s time that you and me had a private talk, Winger, step into my office.” Said the spider to the fly. The fly was a metaphor for the land that we stole from the hordes of aboriginals now flooding into the city to see the pretty fireworks. This metaphor somehow also includes the fact that even the small children were drunk. Drunk or having a middle ear infection, who can tell.
Just then, there was a rumble deep in the ground, a rumble that could only be called “Neil”. Neil was a short man of Arabian descent, and he was offering us a beer. He then offered us more beers. We were already intoxicated so we didn’t even give thought to the possibility that this fellow was a pedophile and would spend the rest of the night following one or more of us at all times. It would have made no difference if we had, because by that point he was already following us.
I heard on the news the other day that there had been unusually high tides in some parts of Indonesia and possibly Sri Lanka, I thought “So what, they live on islands I’m sure they can swim.” Well it turns out I was wrong, not only can they not swim, they also can not breath water. A lot of people died that day, and I blame the other guy.
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