December 20th, 2009
i just wanna update this to make sure i don't lose it. after all, this is one of my many beings who lives in my head.
My tooth hurts. Just saying...
March 1st, 2004
|02:12 pm - GEEZE......|
In one quiz I'm an angel...the next, Ramirez.
If i was a serial killer i would be Richard Ramirez.
The Night Stalker "a madman whose lust for killing and depravity equaled, if not surpassed, that of Jack the Ripper"
Over the course of a few months Richard Ramirez would go on to rape, sodomize and murder over 16 people in the Los Angles area. Viciously stabbing or shooting his victims, Ramirez would go as far as gouging out their eyes and stabbing their chests repeatedly to the point of complete mutilation. Basing his murders around satanic rituals,he would scrawl demonic pentagrams around the victims home's he would break into at random.
Kill count: 16
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Current Music: bitches screaming on tv
February 27th, 2004
I always have all this stuff I want to comment in here, and then when I get here, I've forgotten all the crap I wanted to say. I do remember one thing I wanted to comment on, and that's the gift baskets that all these celebrities get at all these lame award shows. First of all, why is it these over-paid celebrities get, free, the very stuff they can now pay for many times over? It's really none of my business, I guess, since I didn't pay for any of it, er...I don't think I did. But it really pisses me off for some reason. And I'm on this "I'm sick to death of celebrities" kick right now. I used to think that religion was the opiate of the masses, but now I think it's E!Entertainment News (wait, news? Since when is what Beyonce wore to an awards show...news??!!). I saw a piece last night on a pair of shoes that were made of diamonds, and they were $1 million per shoe. Then I see this other woman wearing a $26 million necklace..and she had three guys behind her that were guarding the necklace. I guess it's okay if someone slits her throat, as long as those three apes save the necklace. Of course if she has the usual "sense of entitlement" that is seeded in most celebrities, she'll think it's all about her.
We have a president who has now graced our country with the largest national dept in history, while soldiers die in Iraq so Dubyah can do his "daddy love me" scheme. "Look daddy! I got'im I got'im!", while this administration is trying to amend the constitution with some kind of lame "definition of marriage" amendment, which will be the first time a president has tried to amend the constitution with something that will oppress a group of people instead of liberate them! And most people are scratching lottery tickets or trying to see what Joan Rivers says is okay to wear on the red carpet.
Definition of marriage?! That's the biggest travesty yet. Define WHAT? How heterosexuals have been fucking up marriage for centuries? Hey, if homosexuals wanna have a shot at bastardizing that lame union called marriage, then they should have every right to! Besides, I think Britney Spears has defined marriage pretty good, actually. It means whatever a person wants it to mean. Like, for her, it means "I'm drunk and I do what I want." For Lisa Marie Presley it means "I have lots of money but I can't seem to shake that white trash gene in my blood so I marry as many times as any other trailer park whore." For Ben Affleck it means..well, nothing. He just couldn't stay away from his good...ahem...friend, Matt Damon.
Marriage is a business deal. And if someone is choked by the Bible Belt, then they don't have enough oxygen going to their brain anyway to realize that their idea that God makes these unions, then God sure as hell has a lot of fuck ups. If I was God, I'd be madder than hell. I don't know if that pun was intended. Perhaps God did it.
Man, for someone who thinks they have nothing to say in their journal, I sure can get on a tangent.
I've never actively disliked a president as I do that one who's sitting on his lily-white ass in the White House.
Daddy! Love ME! DADDY LOVE ME DADDY LOVE ME! Ah got him! Saddam! Daddy, look!
In the mean time...
Madonna, Britney, Demi, and Paris continue to turn the mystical Kabbala into a fashion of little red-string bracelets.
"Aint that america for you and me!"
February 18th, 2004
|02:47 pm - Be back...need more bags of air from the grocery store...|
I have come to the conclusion that when you buy something, you aren't actually paying for the content, you are buying packaging. The content is just a side trip. For instance, I bought some of this apple cider drink where you heat the water in the cup and pour the little powder in there and it makes a tasty hot drink. First of all, I open the little box, and there inside are the number of envelopes that was reported on the side of the box, no problem. But the envelopes are so thin that they only take up about 1/10th of the width of the box. Then, when you tear the envelope open to pour the powder into the water, I notice there's about a spoonful of the powder in an envelope tall enough to hold the contents of every envelope in the box! So I bought a box full of air, envelopes, and a couple of spoonfuls of that powdered drink mix was thrown in for filler I guess.
And pickles used to be stuffed into the jar so tight you could barely get them out. Not anymore...now they are swimming. So I buy a jar of vinegar and a couple of petrified cucumbers are stuck in there for decor, I guess.
And how about tuna fish? You can shake the can and it sounds more like soup. Packaged in water is RIGHT!
And I love the way chip bags have all this writing on the front and there's a little window at the bottom where you can see the chips...the window is at the bottom because that's where the chips are. They must have one of those circus tanks to blow up the bags like air balloons before shipping them. Contents may settle in shipping? WHAT contents? Air doesn't settle!
I got one of those round plastic containers that has 50 cd-rw disks. I open it, and at the bottom of the stack, where the disks are arranged on the spindle...there's this big styrofoam thing that looks like a hockey puck to push the disks up the make it look like you're getting some huge stack of disks, even though the actual number that's in there is on the package. They want it to LOOK like it's a bigger package.
Are we all really THAT lame in this country? No no..don't answer that.
February 10th, 2004
I'm going to see Lord of the Rings/Return of the King again today. I can't remember how many times this will be already. I want to see it on the big screen one more time.
And this past weekend, after an amazing meal at Bon Thai with Laurie and Doug, we went to Studio on the Square (a wonderful little art film theater near me) and saw Monster. When I left the theater, me and Tracy and Laurie and Doug just wandered back to their car. I don't think we could even consume all we'd just seen. Charlize Theron, of course, was so amazing, and she made Aileen Wuornos so sympathetic, I wanted her to be okay, even after all her little murder spree. I wanted Lee to be okay. It got deep under my skin and I was really in a dark place for two days. The woman is amazing in that film. What is it with me and my criminals?? Nevermind.
And finally... the sun has decided to peek out today after about a two week holiday. I love dark rainy weather, and I love winter. But even I was getting on a downer! Or maybe it was Monster. I just don't know....
Current Mood: hopeful
Current Music: Where is the Love // Black Eyed Peas
February 5th, 2004
|01:38 pm - huh?|
Congratulations! You're Merry!
Which Lord of the Rings character and personality problem are you?
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WHAT? ME? Nuh huh...that ain't right. I love Merry, don't get me wrong...but, no that can't be right.
|01:02 pm - bitch bitch again......|
Daaamn...I haven't been here to my journal in months and months. And there's so much information swirling around in my head. I've had a shit week, beginning with some fuck stealing a lot of money out of my billfold that fell out of my pocket at this theater right near here. I feel like I'm the dumbass since I had so much money in the billfold in the first place, but I had some stuff I needed to buy. Oh well. I tried my best not to go find the darkest, most evil curse to put on this person, along with wishing them an eternal life in their own personal hell, combined with all kinds of evil thoughts of my own...but in the long run, I believe that whatever I send out will come back to me seven-fold and all that crap. But when you've been burned, I just wanted red blood revenge. I've calmed down now and will try to let it go and let the gods take care of the karma.
And hey, does that mean I had bad karma? I didn't steal anything from anyone. How's that damned karma work anyway?
All I know is I was terribly pissed off. Now I'm just moderately pissed and trying my best not to wish acid rain on this person.
Yeah yeah...someone told me maybe it was a poor single mother who might need to feed her starving child. Yeah? then why did she spend $10 on a movie theater? You can't get in without a ticket?? Besides, if that's the case, Donald Trump owes us all a wad of cash. So that theory just doesn't stand with me.
On the other hand, I just looked at photos of my grandmother's old house, that is now condemned and boarded up. It used to be the most amazing house, full of beautiful things and love and magick. Now it's full of broken glass, old stained carpets, boarded up windows...I'm trying so hard not to hate human beings. I tell ya, I understand Aragorn wanting to go live with the damned ELVES!! Gimme that ring, Gollum...I got a right bastard to deal with.
Anyone know this line? "think ya used enough dynamite there butch?" That's how I feel.
Wow..I come back here and just dump a bitch fest in my poor little live journal. Well so what! I'm off to Mordor! See ya!
November 30th, 2003
|10:34 pm - The Day of thanks is over...and I'm back to my bitchin|
I'm trying to join a Carnivale group and for some reason, it won't load in right. There must be five billion people on LJ right now. I guess everyone is trying to get over the holiday weekend. It's so weird...I love the idea of my family more than the reality of them...well, most of them, anyway. I think they feel the same way about me.
I want to talk about Carnivale and I can't get that group page to load in...it just sits there! I went to the HBO chat and that worked fine, and it even had two of the stars on there, Nick Stahl and Clancy Brown...half the world was on there it seemed, but it worked fine. Ah, is any of that a big deal? Yeah, to me it is.
Why do people pay big companies to advertise for them? What I mean is...why do people PAY Tommy Hilfiger to wear his stuff and advertise for him? Why do people pay Coca Cola, Abercrombie, Old Navy, any lame singer or band, etc etc...to wear their name or product emblazened across their chest, their back, their over-priced shoe or whatever they're wearing at the time? And people have car dealerships metal plated name attached to their car, but yet they have to buy the car AND advertise for the dealer? I remember my uncle made the car dealership take the name of the dealer off his car or else take $1,000 off the price for him advertising for the company. I thought that was damned funny AND smart. The car dealer took it off.
And all TV is is one big advertisement. People think if they are watching a music video on Mtv they are being what..entertained?? Hell...it's nothing but an advertisement for a new cd. If you see a *cough*...starrr...on tv, they are there to promote something. All the late night talk shows and all those morning shows are just one big long advertisement. Now we all pay for cable, then pay extra for channels, then have to pay again for pay-for-view. Wait a minute...when you pay that first time, aren't you paying to watch tv? What's all this pay for view crap??!! Paying to watch MORE commercials to buy the tshirt to pay them to now advertise the product?
"Oh oh..thank you for letting me shop in Costco..even though I paid YOU to shop in your store and buy your stuff so I can wear it with the label on the outside and thank you for letting me advertise your wonderful product so I can go home an pay my cable bill so I can pay for my pay for view so i can see MORE commercials and be worthy enough to buy more of your products."
Now that is a nation with a teeny little ego.
When did we all get so BRILLIANT?
and how about those dumbasses standing outside the Today show so they can talk to Al Roker..the, uh...weather man...and wave to aunt mable back in Peoria and then...after being on tv for five seconds and making a total ass out of yourself..oh boy...I've been on tv...I was on the Today show..I can now LIVE...
but only if I can wear the tshirt.
Well, Carnivale is on again...and I must see it again...you know, the HBO I have to pay for on top of the DirectTV bill??
man oh man...
Anyone have a Carnivale Tshirt I can have???
November 19th, 2003
|09:38 pm - *blink*|
You are Form 2, Angel: The Pure.
"And The Angel rose as holy protector for
all that was created. She fought with honor
and valor to serve the good of the world. But
the coming of the mankind was her downfall; and
end to purity."
Some examples of the Angel Form are Michael
(Christian) and Hercules (Greek).
The Angel is associated with the concept of virtue,
the number 2, and the element of wind.
Her sign is the zenith sun.
As a member of Form 2, you are a person of your
word. You generally keep your promises and
give everything you do your best. Although
some people see you as overbearing sometimes,
you know that you have to stay true to yourself
and do what's right. Angels are the best
friends to have because they are brutally
Which Mythological Form Are You?
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November 11th, 2003
Those entries are hard as hell to read.
I was going to go down to the river today. I go down there alot in November. It makes me think if Jeff, so I have to go down there to that place...it's so overcast and feels so much like Autumn. It's a beautiful sad melancholy. I love to stand there and listen to him on my mp3 and listen to see if perhaps he left some whispers down there.