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Oct 21, 2005

What makes you happy makes me want to sick up in your monogrammed purse.
You look disgusting and all of your makeup only makes it worse.
You strut around like love is lipstick lick a neckline lift a curse.
I'd ask a branded god for mercy if our places were reversed.


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Nick ::: 12:58 PM ::: 4 comments

Oct 19, 2005

you might think that i
you might think that i
you might think that i am uncaring
you might think that i
you might think that i
you might think that i am a fool
you might think that i
you might think that i don't give a shit
i don't give a shit
about you
and it might just be true!

oooh waaaa!
where is your god?
oooh!
where is your god?
oooh waaaa!
where is your god now?



oreally yareally noway!
Nick ::: 4:47 AM ::: 0 comments

Oct 16, 2005

Last night just as the game was beginning, Jaron called to inform me that he was throwing a camping-themed party in our backyard. Jaron is my roommate; have I explained Jaron? I was a little put out, especially at the thought of a big raging campfire right next to my nicely aged, dry, wooden house, but the soiree was actually a huge success and everyone had a great time. I guess this goes to show how much I know about throwing parties.

I was also a bit surprised to discover that I don't mix my drink as well as other people do. I have to have a couple mixed by other people before I'm tipsy enough to accept my own amateurish blends without throwing myself into a senseless fit of chemistry, adding tiny bits of whiskey and overcompensating with coke until the damn glass overflows.

Shots beforehand! That's the ticket.

Now I'm at the Red & Black again, pleasantly not hung over, ready to design some pages if the budget meeting ever ends. This work schedule is killing me. I need to be struck by an essay-writing muse soon or I'm going to have to, I don't know, take a couple more B's than I'm used to.

IE for Macintosh should be shot. I hate these computers. They're the same computers I had to use in junior year. They sucked then and they're no better now. Fucking Apple bullshit design philosophy. How you like me now Mr job-jobs?

I promise my next post will make some sense. Or possibly be a random bit of song lyrics that I'm not quite done with. So really, as usual, I make no promises.
Nick ::: 3:39 PM ::: 0 comments