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[07 Nov 2005|09:30pm]
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[25 Oct 2005|04:23pm]
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I SWEAR ON ALL THAT IS HOLY, I WILL MAKE YOUR LIFE AS MISERABLE AS YOU HAVE MADE MINE.
DIE BITCH!!!!DIE!!!

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[10 Oct 2005|08:14pm]
i really would like to run into some oncoming traffic right about now!

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[07 Oct 2005|10:23pm]
someone give me a good website to go to.
i like funny things, gross things, especially gross pictures, and i like scary things like ghosts, evil, urban legends, disease, etc. ive looked up everything on snopes, wikipedia is starting to bore me, and ive officially done a google image search on every gross body part or diease i can think or. necrotizing fasciitis definately takes the cake on that one....augh...i hope i never get diabetes

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[04 Oct 2005|11:17pm]
when i kyle and i are making serious cash, im gonna get me a fainting goat farm.

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adorable.

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[01 Oct 2005|12:58am]
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are those real models? how can someone that scary looking be a model?

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[28 Sep 2005|09:26pm]
i dont like it when im walking to class and i see guys spitting all over the sidewalk. why do guys spit in public? do they think it makes them look cool or "manly" or something? do they have some sort of disorder in which they produce too much sputum?
i also strongly dislike girls who wear heels to class. if you wear heels to class, YOU ARE STUPID. even if i had something important, like a senior assignment presentation for example, you would not catch me dead walking to class in heels.
HEELS + WALKING TO CLASS = YOU ARE A FUCKING MORON

lets see what else is there to complain about

oh, if you cant speak english, you should not teach chem lab. thats about all i have for today.

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[26 Sep 2005|05:57pm]
i actually really like brandon's post. i dont like white trash people. i dont like black trash either. i DO, however, like mexican trash. and i was wondering if this makes me racist. i know i am pretty much racist already, but would someone be considered racist for the sole reason of really liking mexicans? i suppose it would.
so i guess i am definately a confirmed racist person. i cant help it. mexicans are nice. i believe they get a bad rap just for doing the wrong thing for the right reasons. for instance, if you disrepect a mexican man's family, he'll slit your throat. now, thats not a very nice thing to do, but its for a good reason, you disrespected his family damn it! see, they get in trouble just cuz theyre family oriented. the real lesson here is to not disrespect a mexican's family, otherwise you'll get your throat cut out. its the other person's fault for being stupid really. thats all i have to say for now.

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[20 Sep 2005|08:26pm]
Fuck you Daley!

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[12 Sep 2005|04:53pm]
if anyone would like to share a story about getting their wisdom teeth pulled, i would like to hear it. i have to get mine out soon and i am scared.

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[04 Sep 2005|12:04am]
my boyfriend is going to get shot.

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[08 Aug 2005|02:21pm]
The man. The legend.

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May the mighty hand of God strike down the cigarette company that claimed your precious life.

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[14 Jul 2005|09:35pm]
Slow and Steady
Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy.

They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder.

It'd really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment.

They expect you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then usually decide against it.

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[24 Feb 2005|11:51pm]
why cant someone just tell me what to do???? these life decisions are too hard to make by myself. im so confused. i want god himself to come the fuck down here and tell me what i am supposed to do. thats right god, i challenge you! nothing but a troublemaker, meddling in peoples lives and then watching them squirm. well damn it, i never asked for any of this.

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[14 Feb 2005|12:18pm]
well...i had to miss class today in order to go to urgent care, and i have to miss it again tomorrow to go see dr farmer. i had to get a blood test done, something i always enjoy. the doctor thinks i either have an peptic ulcer or something wrong with my gallbladder. i hope its not an ulcer. an ulcer means no eating spicy food or junk food or tomato products. an ulcer means no 21st birthday for kim, because she cant have any alcohol.
my mom is coming this week, and i wont be able to go out to eat, because everything i try to eat hurts, except crackers. blargh! why couldnt this happen in like april. i had nothing planned in april. well i am going to attempt to eat a banana. later.

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[13 Feb 2005|01:51pm]
i guess i was foolish to think that i could maybe get through this life without a broken heart.

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[06 Feb 2005|10:32pm]
well i was planning on forgetting about this livejournal thing, it didnt interest me much anymore, but erica informed me that she liked reading mine, so this ones for her.
not much went on today, i watched the superbowl at kyles dads house, although not much actual watching went on. kyles dad is awesome. we've actually become pretty good friends over the last few weeks, its kind of strange but cool. i have all these adults in my life and its weird having like 10 middle aged women at work as my surrogate mothers and a 50 year old guy as one of my friends. ah i love all the people i know. so interesting.
last night was much fun. i loved the drunk guy at dennys who kept smashing his fists against the table yelling "I WANT PANCAKES!!" and i enjoyed all of the shit-talking that went down. erica, if you ever want to shit-talk about everyones favorite topic, im game. although im sure ill have to give you another pint of whiskey. and jen, if you ever say "REDRUM!" or "E.T. phone home!" again in my car im kicking you out. that shit was freaky.
so, im hoping my tax return gets to me soon, kyles dad said around the 18th. a large chunk of it needs to be put in the "went to look for a valentines day gift for jim with jen but ended up with a victorias secret credit card and two $50 bras" envelope. damn it.
i wanted to say a few words about george, otherwise known as old dirty cactus. he has sadly passed away, and he will be missed. he was the only living creature left to make it from chicago to ofallon to omaha. ill never forget putting on his christmas bows during the holidays. R.I.P ol' dirty.

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[23 Dec 2004|10:49am]
kyle got me a sweet tv last night. its awesome! i hope i can watch my beta tapes on it! my two finals sucked. i went to brett the pot smokers house and he showed me his parakeets and his sleeping roommate and "the finest chronic in all the land." kyle and jen and i went to target and world market and got a bunch of chocolate. i ate some delicious popeyes. dobbs sucks.
i need sodas!!! i am stranded here since my car is gone so i cant go to walmart and get mountain dew. maybe later. i have to shower and get my studying done by 2:00. three hours. yesterday was such a good day. i think today will be too. im so happy to hang out with jen and meet new people and kyle is so great, he washed my dishes and hooked up my dvd player and bought me a monster cable! yay! i had a little rum and fell asleep on the futon trying to make sense of donnie darko.
i really should go clean out this tupperware dish that has some mysterious gravy substance from thanksgiving. the funniest old man drove me home from dobbs this morning, he listened to hilarious christmas music. i am going to make soup now.

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[13 Dec 2004|04:16pm]
i am one damn lazy bastard. i didnt do a single thing today that was productive in any manner. i got out of my final at 1030, had until 530 to get things done. i was going to go to walmart, clean all my dirty dishes, wrap presents, check the mail, take out the trash, study for my theories final...yes...then i fell asleep at 1130 and woke up 5 minutes ago, giving me just enough time to shower & get ready for work. i dont have a single clean dish except a couple pots and a knife. i have at least 5 or 6 bags of trash scattered all over. rotting food. dishes with food on them that have been here for two weeks on my desk. because i have no food, and no dishes anyway, ive been living on oreos and munchems for the last 3 days. im a mess. i have no money because all my money went to a strip club on saturday night. im like a big slobbish college guy. i may as well join a fraternity, id fit right in. the only things im lacking are a penis and empty beer cans. ah yes. well tomorrow is another day, another day to attempt to make my living quarters look as if a female actually lives here.

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[12 Dec 2004|09:10am]
far too tired to go to work. far, far too tired.

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