Tuesday, February 24th, 2004

Time	Event
1:06a	Living for the Day "Dammit, you used to be so dark and hilarious" Current Mood: content (Comment on this)
1:38a	other news with that last entry being sweet and a little too sappy I'd just like to announce that Ralph Nader is rerunning for president, which means if John Kerry gets the democratic nomination and not John Edwards all my miniscule political support is shifting to Nader. For all you Nader-haters look at the guys platform he is truly a mastermind. However, if my vote for Nader means four more years of Bush, i'm gonna be pissed... then again can Kerry do any better? Who's gonna change the world Can anyone make it better? How about safer? Is world peace, love, and harmony an idealistic unattainable goal? Sure it is, but hope what is hope without faith and faith without love? I'll climb this mountain, throw you out to sea The vision is slightly hazey in an autumn blanket of conformity NO WAR, NO PEACE, NO MORE, NO RELEASE NO FUCKING CONFORMITY NO POWERS TO DESTROY NO TIME FOR THIS, NO ROOM FOR THAT IF YOU FUCK ME THAT WAY I'M LEAVING TODAY IF YOU DON'T, I CAN'T PROMIS TO STAY BUT I'LL PROMISE YOU THIS I WON'T CONFORM TO YOUR FUCKIN NORM I WON'T BE PART OF YOUR STORM IN A CLOUD FEW VESSELS REMAIN A BATTLEFIELD HORIZON OF NO GAIN I WON'T CONFORM, I'M NOT REBORN ****** free spirited Al Ginsberg style of spontaneous beat writing***** Current Mood: contemplative Current Music: tailspin - the jayhawks (Comment on this)
12:44p	what the fuck in my 21 years of life i have found that many times in life an occurance will knock you on your ass so much that you just have to say "what the fuck" For example, today after a class i took a stroll down to the men's room to relieve myself of the toxic alcohol urine that had swelled my bladder overnight. while standing at my typical wall side urinal, the one that ensures that you always have a wall in case a fucking parallel parker strolls next to you, I suddenly begin to hear a slight button pecking and beeping coming from the stall behind me. Of course this button pecking and beeping was in the midst of hearing a dude struggle while pushing out steaming feces. So if you can imagine a fucker red faced and sweet pushing with all his might delivering air farts that echo off the porcelan as bile slowly and painfully escapes his rectum, typing a text message at the same time. I wonder if the person he was typing to knew what he was doing. INCOMING MESSAGE: "dude i'm taking a shit, i'm all red faced and sweaty because it fucking won't drop..... L8er homie" WHY GOD WHY DO PEOPLE DO SHIT LIKE THIS Current Mood: annoyed Current Music: live in a hiding place - idlewild (Comment on this)

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