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| 05:41am 02/02/2007 |
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i never post in lj.
my best post ever was a conversation transcript.
so here's another.
-so what are you gonna do whiule isaac and i are gone
-fuck broads. lame ones. dirty lame ones.
-why just lame ones?
-i don't wanna have a girlfriend
-so?
-i'll fuck hot lame broads. i'm going for the count. quantity over--
-quantity over quality?
-yeah -- eek
-that's a justin graves choice
-yeah, glad you just thought of that.
-will you miss us?
-yeah, i'll miss you two.
-i'll call ya. tell you how things are going.
-good.
-only while i'm trashed though. so after you have the number that i'll call you from will you call me back? i hope you do it fucking frequently. get caleb perry to call me too. and marc. i want at least three separate people to call me while fucking folded.
-you can count on me, man. man, where's my high life?
-high life? where'd that come from?
-came from my truck, you know my truck carries them on hand.
-you know i wish i had a gun that had a chainsaw on the end of it. i don't think i'd ever fire a single round out of it, i'd just keep chainsawing everyone.
-hehehh, that face. that face, it just keeps on looking at me. |
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| 03:40pm 16/06/2006 |
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i'm getting ready to go to the pool with shayne.
everybody's welcome . . .
the overlook apartments off seminary drive, you'll see the pool, and i'll be there. |
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| holy fuck |
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| 05:18pm 22/05/2006 |
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nobody has ever made me this consistently angry. without naming names, i need to vent. i have never met someone as lazy, whiny, stupid . . . i just don't get how a person can be sucessful in the smallest way when he acts like that. i can't be nice to him anymore. and as it appears that he's only getting worse, i can see things getting tense in the near future. |
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| holy shit |
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| 04:19am 24/04/2006 |
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i'm 21.
i might just walk to the gas station and buy some beer.
woo. |
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| tonight |
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| 07:36am 16/04/2006 |
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i had a date. it was definitely one of the best first dates i've ever been on.
i think i'm too happy to sleep.
and i think she likes me as much as i like her, so that's good. my luck may well be changing.
thanks for an amazing night. :) |
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| isaac's birthday party. please read this shit! |
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| 02:27pm 13/04/2006 |
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i'm turning 21 soon so on april 24th, everybody needs to come to molly malone's on baxter avenue to celebrate! it's the all ages open mic night i play at every monday. it starts at 9 and i'll be drunk when i get there. i'll play for like a half hour and then i'm gonna get trashed! i think my parents are gonna be there too, so this'll be fun. pleeeease come out and have fucking drunk fun with me!
then i'm going to mag for dollar beer night, and that'll be crazy too, i'm sure.
MAKE SURE YOU'RE THERE!!!
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| good things come |
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| 06:29am 10/04/2006 |
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so i think i finally got the kick in the ass i've been waiting for. you know, that thing that happens that kind of forces you into that decision you've been wanting to make? long story short, i'm a completely different person now that i'm off drugs. i love going to bed when it's dark, and being awake for more than five minutes before work. i have energy, and optimism, and inspiration now that i haven't known in months. best of all, the shitty things in my life that would always depress me are no more than annoyances. i'm thankful for the people that worried about me, and i'm sorry that i haven't been around.
i'm loving life, and i love my friends, even those that think i forgot about you.
i wanna see people soon, so call me!
502.759.5510 |
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| fuck i dunno |
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| 07:59am 22/03/2006 |
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yeah, he'll sleep in your bed tonight, i bet. i don't know him, though, so who am i to speculate? but if you let me sleep there, why shouldn't you let him? i just want to talk to you. i still feel like i did. it sucks when i have no justification for jealousy, but it's still an emotion i can't ever avoid with you.
we've been doing fine as friends for a while, but then you kissed me for the first time in three months. why the fuck did you have to kiss me? why did you kiss me again, and why did i kiss you back? it's an action we should have easily been strong enough to refrain from.
UNLESS . . .
unless you still feel like i do. slightly. even slightly. then maybe there's hope. but i'm still jealous tonight - i can't help it.
please love me. please. |
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| please please please |
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| 08:46pm 16/03/2006 |
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Jamison Taylor French, Russel Lawrence Allen, Jamie Barnes, Isaac Mingo, Gregor Samsa, The Photographic
When: Thursday Mar 16, 2006
at 8:00 PM
Where: Uncle Pleasant's
2126 S. Preston St.
Louisville, KY 40217
US
Description:
Singer/Songwriter Showcase + ONE AMAZING SHOW
9:00 - Jamison Taylor French
9:30 - Russel Lawrence Allen
10:00 - Jamie Barnes
10:30 - Isaac Mingo
AND THEN!
Presented by Red Vinyl Productions
Gregor Samsa and The Photographic |
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| so far today |
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| 02:24pm 22/02/2006 |
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woke up
watched ellen
ate cinnamon toast crunch
walked downstairs
saw mike
watched part of trainspotting with mike and shayne
ate pizza and ice cream
drank a coke
myspaced
lj-ed
save me from another pointless day. |
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| the next best thing |
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| 05:06pm 21/02/2006 |
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i live in a self-created disaster of a room, and somehow i manage to make it exponentially messier each day. when am i gonna get tired of it? when am i gonna get tired of everything else that my laziness and self-indulgence creates. i mean, i am tired of it. but this shit is too hard to fix at the moment. i wonder if i'm going to turn out as the man who goes around making "new starts" for himself because everywhere he goes, disaster and heartbreak and chaos seem to follow. he dies lonely, and with insurmountable regret. i keep thinking, "that's not me; i'm talented, i have friends. i'm going places!" but honestly, how am i gonna get anywhere if i keep trapping myself under dirty clothes and fast food bags?
i need to find some money.
i need to kick some habits.
i need to fix some messes.
i need some help.
i need some friends. |
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| herbal remedies |
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| 07:04pm 20/02/2006 |
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let's just say that it's good to be back.
or should i say "where's that blunt!?" |
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| this is why i never go home |
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| 04:27am 07/02/2006 |
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i can take a joke, but sometimes it seems like i'm the constant punchline. i know i don't deserve that, and that's the reason i'm never around. |
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| these thumbs are kinda cool |
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| 01:38am 07/02/2006 |
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"i wonder if (dude) will be drunk when he gets back."
"probably."
"it's dollar beer night."
"what kind of beer?"
"domestic longnecks."
"i kinda wish i'd gone although i don't have any money. what do you wanna do?"
"get drunk. get fucked up. i love getting drunk. today, i was thinking about whiskey and my mouth was watering."
"i hate hard liquor."
"really? i love it dude. whiskey is so good. even cheap whiskey, i'm just like mmmm."
"you're like what? what's that noise you just made?"
"mmmm? i dunno what that noise was. today i was at home by myself and we had whipped cream so i was doing whip-its. ha, whip-it's. i'm fourteen. i'm talking about whip-it's playing with nunchucks and light-up thumbs."
"ha"
"i hate going outside to smoke cigarettes. i smoke in my room sometimes and it smells terrible. there has to be something to do."
"huh?"
"there has to be something to do. where did (other dude) go?"
"over to (girl)'s."
"oh. what are they doing, are they like, dating?"
"i never know."
"what an eccentric girl." |
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| this is for shayne griley |
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| 10:39pm 24/01/2006 |
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since i can't comment on the entry it's for, i'll just put it here, and shayne i hope you see it.
i know how you feel. i know exactly what you're feeling.
"crazy but true is my love for you
but it means nothing now
my friends suggest
'man, just put this to rest and forget her'
but i'm not the man who can just give it time
and feel better"
that's a piece of a song i wrote, but never play. it is probably the closest i've ever come to accurately describing my feelings with words.
if you need anything - ANYTHING - i'm here.
you're still my best friend. |
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