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Nippleus Erectous (viciousnipple) wrote,
@ 2004-03-08 23:42:00
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    Current mood: discontent
    Current music:Hot Water Music- God Deciding

    ... My arms, your hearse ...
    Fuck this is like the 5th one today (tonight)... Is that like a record or something? Okay, so yeah, this is supposedley a "journal" right? Then maybe I should bitch to it or something.
    Well for one thing, people must be fucking stupid to think they can lie to me and get away with it. I mean goddamn, if you think I'm believing you about some bullshit you just told me, chances are I'm not. Of course I'll play along like I don't know you're full of shit, but I know damn well. So don't bullshit me, fuck face.
    On a somewhat different note... Ever get the feeling that you're just setting yourself up to get screwed? (no, not literally, ass) ...Yeah, I don't fucking know. I won't go into detail. Feels like I'm waiting for something, but I don't know what, and right now and occasionally I'll get the feeling that whatever it is, it isn't good. There's nothing I can do about it, just hope I'm wrong, which I probably am. Somethings give me a reason to wonder why I even bother with certain things... But there's still nothing that can be done to change this, it seems nothing can reassure me. But I don't have many doubts, only sometimes.
    This guitar pick somehow got bent... Now it resembles a dorito... Except it's black, plastic and lack's cheese powder.
    It'd be nice if I fucking took my mp3 player off of repeat... I don't realize I've been listening to the same shit for the past half hour until I actually stop and think about it.
    Maybe it's a good thing that I don't have a penis. There was this time, not too long ago, where me and Christine were standing in my kitchen eating donuts. At that time (cough) it would have been disasterous if I had a wang. We spent a good 20 minutes talking about which donuts I'd like to stick my massive dong in... I seemed quite partial to the gooey ones.
    Now that I've again, ranted about something for the 5th time today/tonight, I'll be going to sleep soon. Sleep is nice.



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