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[18 Sep 2003|06:37am] |
For the past few days, Pierre has been acting as my right hand, except in situations that would call me to touch myself, i.e. masturbation. He types and helps me button my shirts, since my gimp hand will not allow me to. So, he's typing this right now, and Katie might be sort-of disturbed by hearing me orate to Pierre. It's just the best I can do.
They took my guitar away from me. My little Virginia. David, how could you let them do this to me? I'm shaking, okay? And, not only because I'm freezing cold. It's because my comfort blanket has been stripped from my possession. This makes me. So. Sad. Pierre said to quit whining. Okay.
( The Truth... in case you missed it )
Those were the people in the room at the time. I'm sure I have much more to say about everyone, and even more verbose things to say about the aforementioned folk. Just for now I would like to heal. That's seeming more and more possible due to the number of times they put me out in this place. Time flies like snap.
P.S. I got in a car accident and fractured my wrist, fucked up my ankle, and Deryck Whibley wants me dead.
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[10 Sep 2003|08:40pm] |
Vanessa was supposed to update for me, but she's been preoccupied. Seriously and utterly preoccupied. Me and Pierre skateboarded. Me and Gale Harold had a joint under the pier. Me and Alison had some very nummylicious pasta. I want to go bowling. Who is up for a game?
Other than that, I've been practically living at Ali, Nessa, Katie, Lacey, Vinnie, and Todd's houses. It's really quite interesting. I may go back to Canada for ear of wearing out my welcome. I know the girls said I'm welcome forever and a day, but I really still feel kind of bad that I'm depending on them for my food, rent, and utilities.
So, yes. We'll see. Other than that, this Super Secret Member of the Super Cool French-Canadian Boy in a Band Club is going to sleep on the couch.
EDIT: I meant that Vanessa has been preoccupied with me.. ::COUGH:: I just realized how much of a dick I sounded like by writing my first paragraph. Sorry. :: FROWN ::
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[05 Sep 2003|10:33pm] |
Seb, this Stalker Extraordinaire, has wrangled himself a bonnie lass to call his own. Of course, in light of the recent women's civil movements, I am unable to call her my own. But she is. How ca-yute.
At any rate, we endeavored into the Gay Place and planted a few hetero seeds, but not so much literally. Because, I didn't sperminate, or would that be considered germinating, if we were speaking in the effect of seeds? I was never really profound at science, or even really that good.
Pierre, help me out here.
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[31 Aug 2003|10:11am] |
Last night, the roughousing between Pierre and me got out of hand. He was unconscious for two hours in the hospital after falling asleep with a concussion. Whether this means he was officially in a coma or not really doesn't matter. I was petrified.
Me, Ness, and Ali stayed with him until he was released at about 7:00 this morning. THey wanted to keep him in to see how things were going. I guess this answers all those questions people may have had about last night.
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[30 Aug 2003|09:41am] |
Have been hanging out with Pierre a lot lately, getting stoned. He bit my achilles tendon. No one should ever do this because if I have something sharp, throw-able or use of my arms I will most definitely hurt that person. At any rate, David, I need to give you your birthday present. You weren't around that I saw last night, except for a few minutes, in which you were preoccupied iwth Joel.
So, Pierre happened to bite my achilles tendon and I pinioned him and .. forgot what I did next, but BOY, was it bad. Anyway, he also poured ice cream on my ankles, which is an ubernono. Uhm, then we like wrestled because of something, and I punched his arms and stuff, and then I stole his bed and fell asleep.
The life of a twenty-three-year-old guitarrist is su-perb.
P.S. ALI MAKES GOOD PIE. ALI MAKES GOOD TOASTER-WAFFLES.
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[24 Aug 2003|08:36pm] |
Life or something like it.
It just feels incredibly different when one goes straight from depression into elation. I feel happy, though, and confident. I feel better than I have in months. Vanessa is really good for a guy. Others may view her past as sordid, but I'm not here to judge that about her. I just know how much I like hanging out with her and spending countless hours writing our pamphlet entitled Things to Do on a Subway to Draw Attention to Yourself. We came up with 10, including my favorite Drink a glass of water upside down while pissing into a cup. This was obviously not Nessa's favorite. She had difficulty during the tests.. Just kidding. We didn't test that one.
Well, she didn't. :: snigger ::
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[22 Aug 2003|05:56pm] |
New layout, though it sucks. Anyway, HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEFF. You get twenty-five spankings today, via me. PUAH.
Uh, I went out on a date with a certain girl the other night. I also had the pleasure of getting tons of soup in honor of my being sick. I'm currently hiding in my house under a pillow. I hear that Cold Germ is hiding out in my backyard waiting to pounce .. my pores, don't they look sickly?
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[20 Aug 2003|05:31pm] |
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I'm sorry about the lack of updates, guys. I'm working on a layout and stuff. Okay, anyway, I'ma update more in depth later on or as soon as I've finished. whichever comes first.
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