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¤ I'm hungry, but I don't want to eat.
19:52 - Link - Stuyvesant Parker
¤ I wish I could be unbelievably unattractive and write material about how attractive I am, and say I love taking pictures of my naked body, and act like women want me and... Oh, wait, I can. But, I'd rather not come across sounding like an arrogant asshole (Where as I am an egotistical asshole. There is a difference, people!)
18:32 - Link - Stuyvesant Parker
¤ I'd blog something here, but I don't have anything to blog about. I had a really creepy dream this morning. The sun was Nova'in, it was belching fire into the atmosphere, like the big round evil thing in Fifth Element. Thoughts were that we'd all be dead in eighteen hours, and the sun kept expanding, throwing these bright liquid bursts over head, slaming into the sky, thundering so loud.
People were crying, all around, cars crowding the streets, everyone was unsually calm as a shadow passed over everything, it looked like rain, even with the bursts of white light that came from the exploding sun. I finally decided to go on the 'puter and blog about it, and went to MSNBC. The entire front page was a government controlled announcement that, in fact, the sun was not going nova.
It was, actually, them launching some kind of new "Hubble 77" telescope (?) and that the explosions on the sun were not, in fact, explosions on the sun. Across the planet they were seen in different locations, but here they were seen over the sun. They were launching rockets or something between the hours of two to five, and now the sky should be clear.
I climbed up on my bed, and looked out my window, but I couldn't see the sun, it was out my vision. The sky was a bluish gray, and people were walking into the house next door, some laughing, some solemn, some crying. I fell backwards onto my bed, and sighed.
16:14 - Link - Ariel Welsh
¤ MagnificoGrimis: You don't buy me flowers anymore.
Alli7wb: you dont sing me love songs
MagnificoGrimis: You don't show me your breasts.
16:05 - Link - Stuyvesant Parker
¤ I don't know what I say anymore. Love, love, love. She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah. She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah. With a love like that, you know you should be glad. Err. Yeah. Really.
15:11 - Link - Stuyvesant Parker
¤ I sleep too much.
10:11 - Link - Stuyvesant Parker
¤ To whoever said that the Hostees are great, in the guestbook: What are you on? My hostees suck, and I'm not afraid to bash them. ElectricBiscuit is practicly the new Geoshitties. Bring your horrid site here, I'll host it, yeah, pretty much. Go look at Explodey, that's a good example of the filth you'll find under EB's hosted sites column. (Running on three hours of sleep, this post can be harsher than it appears to be.)
10:08 - Link - Stuyvesant Parker
¤ I put Possum Kingdom up under the soundtrack now. Download it. Now, I'm going back to sleep, so help me, Jesus.
09:19 - Link - Ana Cohen
¤ Oh wow, George W. finally has more than 1 vote! Amazing!
And yes, I am a republican thank-you-very-much, so bite me. *growls*
09:18 - Link - Ana Cohen
¤ I'm at school in the Learning Support Center, in the extra computers lab, typing away on blogger while other college students look over to see what exactly I'm looking at and then shoot me really weird looks that range from death looks, to 'wow i've been there and that's YOU?!' looks... Fun fun fun.
(Now I wonder what would happen if I started dancing naked HERE?)
09:11 - Link - Ana Cohen
¤ I can't believe how into the Toadies I got Stuy... Wow, I actually liked a band/song and convinced him to listen to it, and now he actually likes it too! This is so unheard of that it's not even funny. Creepy... I think I'm going to have to go out and buy the CD again. I think I gave my copy to a friend of mine when she moved to Atlanta, because we both like Possum Kingdom so much...
Now what exactly does that say about our friendship?
Be my angel... Do you wanna die?
05:46 - Link - Stuyvesant Parker
¤ OOH I REALLY WANT TO KNOW WHAT YA'LL THINK OF MAH NEW DESIGN SO JUST EMAIL ME! CLICK HERE!! HEEEEERREE! (Thanks for the idea May.)
05:14 - Link - Stuyvesant Parker
¤ The menus are up. This is probably the first design I have ever loved, then hated, and then hated some more, and now I love it so much I could suck it. (Suckable titled given to by Nyx, of all people.)
04:28 - Link - Stuyvesant Parker
¤ AIM Files kind of reopens. Okay, so, here is a summary: A failed chat with Mike, fun with Abi before she was famous, Atley pissing me off, boredom leads to masturbating, Sarah/Spork pissing me off, I make people wet, Lee pisses me off, someone compliments me, blog stalkers, this is how not to talk to a ex-girlfriend of well over fifty times, I harass kids, me and my twin are gay, my twin is demonstrating why drugs are good or bad, and the greatest one being my chat with an aol employee. All that, and many more!
03:56 - Link - Stuyvesant Parker
¤ With what?
03:49 - Link - Alfred Turner
¤ They're going to rape Stuy. With God-knows-what. I fear for you, Stuy.
02:17 - Link - Stuyvesant Parker
¤ "Actually, I think you need a little more development. Swim again, please. Backstroke." Classic.
02:11 - Link - Stuyvesant Parker
¤ Make up your mind... Make up your mind, and I'll promise you I will treat you well, my sweet angel, so help me, Jesus.
01:38 - Link - Alfred Turner
¤ I'll get you yet. I'll get you yet.
01:11 - Link - Alfred Turner
¤ Ok, now I'm convinced I have no luck. Not only that, now my computer is trying to kill me. (And I am an idiot. - Ed.)
00:12 - Link - Stuyvesant Parker
¤ Stay the fuck away from my girl, dickwad. Grr.
21:11 - Link - Ariel Welsh
¤ I bought the most beautiful shoes today. I am so in love with these shoes. Is it wrong to love material objects so much?