tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62714202009-09-10T22:56:57.669-04:00some people feed the homeless. i do this.ledusehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10325556702498590454noreply@blogger.comBlogger142125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271420.post-1152844811512290972006-07-13T22:04:00.000-04:002006-07-13T22:40:11.530-04:00

1) you refer to your dealer as your dealer2) you order a coke and someone breaks out a baggy full of powder of indeterminate origin and youre like, no, motherfucker, im thirsty. this happens more often than not.3) scarface starts to look like a pussy when you consider that party you went to in queens.4) so many skateboards. so few people who can actually ride them.5) you feel like you live in the

ledusehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10325556702498590454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271420.post-1146088002507704212006-04-26T16:06:00.001-04:002006-04-26T17:46:42.506-04:00

did you actually just fashion your leash into a crop and whip my dog with it? no seriously. did you, in fact, just beat my dog? the dog that is mine, and not yours? really? did you hit him? hard? causing him to yelp in pain and run to me and cower under a bench behind my legs? did it make you feel like a Big Man to give a defenseless animal what for?you, sir, are a sack of shit. and if you ever

ledusehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10325556702498590454noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271420.post-1145557380959245712006-04-20T13:53:00.000-04:002006-04-20T14:23:01.043-04:00

so we have a wee problem here at 4E, the apartment where dreams sometimes go to die. The crapper keeps stopping up. And our pakistani/pseudo-muslim/sikh/shit-in-his-beard-he's-been-growing-since-birth-praise-allah super wont do anything about it, aside from recommending that we don't use toilet paper. the fuck? are we supposed to use corn husks like the fucking indians? fuck that. indians are

ledusehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10325556702498590454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271420.post-1135090736275568192005-12-20T09:55:00.000-05:002005-12-20T09:58:56.286-05:00

do what you need to do.damn the man.

ledusehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10325556702498590454noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271420.post-1134704696458065482005-12-15T22:25:00.000-05:002005-12-15T22:44:56.523-05:00

while there have been numerous low points in my relocation to new york, the city that chews you up, spits you out, and then makes fun of your mom, i have reached rock. fucking. bottom. i got fired today. i haven't even worked in this place for a month and i got shit-canned. Mere HOURS after i turned down another job because it would interfere with the first one. did i mention new york is

ledusehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10325556702498590454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271420.post-1133980143104375182005-12-07T13:21:00.000-05:002005-12-07T13:29:03.113-05:00

this actually made me nauseous.

ledusehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10325556702498590454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271420.post-1133563937448868472005-12-02T17:07:00.000-05:002005-12-02T17:52:17.493-05:00

I had seven faces thought i knew which one to wearI'm sick of spending these lonely nights training myself not to carethe subway is a porno pavements they are a messi know you've supported me for a long timesomehow i'm not impressed so a friend writes me one of those, 'what does it all mean', 'why are we here' and 'help me im lost in my own ass-hole' letters.and im like, whoa there....WHOA. you,

ledusehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10325556702498590454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271420.post-1133285165675362422005-11-29T12:07:00.000-05:002005-12-02T13:15:23.833-05:00

1. your bar is just a front for your lucrative, mob-related money laundering business.2. you insist i conserve and reuse rubber bands because they are oh so expensive.3. during happy hour, you play the NIN version of "Hurt". HAPPY hour.4. everything must be written in capital letters and all messages must be as brief as possible. ME TALK GOOD ONE DAY. I RETARDED.5. there are more doors, levels

ledusehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10325556702498590454noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271420.post-1132201617825779442005-11-16T23:09:00.000-05:002005-11-16T23:26:57.836-05:00

ive been going on craigslist to try and get some sucky bartending job, like, anywhere. since ive been back in nyc ive managed to sign on to a temp agency, but that leaves my nights open for a shift or two a week that could be filled with many shots of bourbon and enough cash to roll around naked in at the end of the night. piles and piles of money. im done with being poor. being poor sucks ass.

ledusehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10325556702498590454noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271420.post-1132200523914604882005-11-16T23:05:00.000-05:002005-11-16T23:08:43.926-05:00

my website gets third place in the search for free-basing vicodin. on msn anyway.

ledusehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10325556702498590454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271420.post-1131559437182554942005-11-09T12:20:00.000-05:002005-11-09T13:03:57.246-05:00

yeah. thatd be great. and before i return, it would also be great if you could remove the crack-head that always hangs out in front of my apartment. hes always accusing my dog of mugging him. "Tha's the dog that mugged me las' night!". which is bullshit because my dog hasnt the opposable thumbs. also, the other homeless dude/crackhead who referred to my dog as a 'nigga'. as in, when i was walking

ledusehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10325556702498590454noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271420.post-1131408334386298522005-11-07T18:53:00.000-05:002005-11-07T19:05:34.483-05:00

ledusehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10325556702498590454noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271420.post-1130629626201780472005-10-29T18:49:00.000-04:002005-10-29T19:47:06.266-04:00

dear idiot ex:1. if you make a habit of sexing people in the same circle of friends every time, eventually, we're all going to get together and talk about your penis. in all the ways that are not good. dumbass.2. youre ex-girlfriend is fucking psycho. that is all.3. i wasnt referring to myself in that last point. seriously.4. and admittedly, im pretty fucking crazy. so shes like...whoa.5. you

ledusehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10325556702498590454noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271420.post-1130537890618752002005-10-28T17:53:00.000-04:002005-10-28T18:18:11.213-04:00

you see, this is the type of shit thats gay. if you werent such a massive butthole, id be calling you right now to see how you were doing. i know you just lost your game and all, and that probably sucks. so maybe you dont want to talk to anybody anyway. and thats fine. but because you cant stop yourself from being the biggest tool in the shed, i wont be calling you at all. ever. and thats the

ledusehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10325556702498590454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271420.post-1130203467719134052005-10-24T21:15:00.000-04:002005-10-24T21:24:27.726-04:00

homecoming is silly. it took me three months to grow back my stomach lining. and now what. gone. thats what.

ledusehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10325556702498590454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271420.post-1129696676372330712005-10-19T00:05:00.000-04:002005-10-19T00:37:56.430-04:00

dear life,please stop sucking. there is only so much suck one person can suck on before they start choking. maybe if you could start small. for instance, you could let my dog know that peeing all at once is far more efficient than saving it up for each and every bush and lamppost ever. EVER. and then you could tell him to stop being a whiny little bitch at 9am when im sleeping. yes. im the only

ledusehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10325556702498590454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271420.post-1129518347988349222005-10-16T22:38:00.000-04:002005-10-16T23:14:14.546-04:00

i have read five harry potter books in the last week. im halfway through the sixth. im going to cry when i am done. there will be nothing left to make me not bored. and im pretty sure a fuck-load of people are going to get killed off at the end of this book, and its going to end all dark and disturbing like, and then im going to have to wait for three feking years for the last bloody book to come

ledusehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10325556702498590454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271420.post-1129432719233707372005-10-15T22:40:00.000-04:002005-10-15T23:18:39.266-04:00

so i was talking with a friend last night about the emotional murdersuck that life can sometimes be, and he was all 'dude, thats the best part, feeling all these different emotions, the stronger the better". and i was like "are you high?!", which, of course, we were. it makes sense, if you allow for the assumption that youre going to get an equal-ish portion of all these emotional episodes.

ledusehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10325556702498590454noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271420.post-1129265829211352432005-10-13T23:04:00.000-04:002005-10-14T00:57:09.273-04:00

"always seems like your leaving/ when i need you here/ just a little longer..." ~Violent Femmesi have a recurring dream/nightmare that people keep disappearing. this isnt something that should be surprising or uncharacteristic, i probably have lots of fears roiling beneath the surface of my conscious thoughts. but it seems bizarre that in every one of these dreams i get so frantic and sweaty and

ledusehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10325556702498590454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271420.post-1129174165416830162005-10-12T22:49:00.000-04:002005-10-12T23:29:25.463-04:00

my brother is a fine upstanding citizen, and after a few years of rumspringa-esque naughtiness he now goes to church and doesn't even smoke cigarettes or anything. i was thinking about how he's so annoyingly put together and how his life is perfect and how for christmas a couple years ago he gave me his old black fleece. the tag said something like, "black sheep of the family: it's your turn,

ledusehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10325556702498590454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271420.post-1129083826565278082005-10-11T21:18:00.000-04:002005-10-12T22:48:41.006-04:00

but not in an existential, nine-inch-nails kind of way. yet.so a week ago i fractured three vertebrae in my back. and yeah, it hurt like a bastard. it still does hurt like a bastard. but really not the worst part, the painful stabbing is.I AM SO FUCKING BORED. BOREDBOREDBOREDBOREDBORED. i cant go anywhere. i cant do anything. i cant stay in an upright and locked position for any significant

ledusehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10325556702498590454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271420.post-1129005120245011112005-10-11T00:02:00.000-04:002005-10-11T00:32:00.280-04:00

but it looks like ill be gaying right along with it for some time to come.so i looked all over the place for something that didnt suck as bad as blogger. but there were stringent limits as to what amount of effort i was willing to put into de-gaying my online publishing gaiety. i took a good long look at movable type. long enough to realize i didnt know how to install it. long enough to know i

ledusehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10325556702498590454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271420.post-1126820200174052762005-09-15T17:10:00.000-04:002005-10-11T00:02:03.946-04:00

So here goes:first i didnt get into school and then a nut-bar moved in with me cause my best friend moved away and then the crazy started stealing money from me and also he got arrested for stealing from bookstoresandebay and then i got a dog i think you already know that and his name is troy and then my asshole boyfriend dumped me whenineededhimthemost story of my life and did i mention the

ledusehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10325556702498590454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271420.post-1112898874970409362005-04-07T14:28:00.000-04:002005-04-07T14:34:34.970-04:00

all i need is my leatherone t-shirt and two socksill keep my hands warm in your pocketsyou can use the engine blockand we'll light out to californiawith my arms around you chest and ill pretend that this is realcause this is what i love best.im going to stop writing for awhile. i dont have anything to say.

ledusehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10325556702498590454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271420.post-1111117054728029232005-03-17T22:13:00.000-05:002005-03-17T22:37:34.730-05:00

while i was in the library this morning i kept a pretty close watch on the clock cause i had a paper due. yeah. my lazy ass went back to school. so around 12:00, while i was freaking out about some paper and a stupid test, this kid across campus was busy killing himself. just a few buildings away and all. i thought, 'what a random time to kill yourself'. but maybe it wasn't random for him.

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