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[Sep. 9th, 2007|02:47 am] |
1 4 4 (i love to play on words)
Have you ever danced with number four? possibly at her old apartment, i don't remember those times so much
Where did you meet number 4? Starbucks She was reading fast food nation.
Have you ever gotten drunk with number 4? Never not fernet, not vodka, not saki, not beer pong, nope never
Has 4 been to your house? I don't think so. Pretty suyre thats a no
Has number 4 ever seen you naked? My bare ass for sure, other than that no
Have you ever gone shopping with 4? twice i can recall. Ross, Riteaid, maybe more
Have you ever seen 4 in a swimsuit? No but I can dream can't I
Have you ever met 4's family? Sadly,, No
Do you know 4's middle name? Jaye
Have you ever hated 4? the time she punched a midget,, oh no wait that was hilarious, never hated her
When's the last time you talked to 4 in person? Carcassonne with Jessica and Josh.
Have you ever seen 4 do something embarrassing? Yes, but I am too cool to tell you about it
Are you and Number 4 family members ? Kinda like the Manson Family was, except for the killing of innocent people
Has number 4 seen you cry? No, but she knows I do
Have you ever done something dangerous with number 4? Cloister closing is dangerous business
Have you ever slept in the same bed as number 4? Maybe passed out on the same couch.
Do you think you and #4 would make a good couple? We would be the trendy Hip couple that are big on the scene. then we would have a tragic falling out over the new Ralph Lauren Design
Has 4 ever bought you something really special/expensive? She sent me a christmas card, no one else has.
Would 4 do anything for you? Within reason
Has 4 ever helped you out? Yeah I can tell her the real story instead of the "good " story
How do you feel when 4 hugs you? happy hello hug, sad goodbye hug
Will 4 repost this? If she is bored enough |
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[Jun. 1st, 2007|05:39 pm] |
The Dummy
by Michael Mack
In that forgotten part of town
Where wasted hopes and dreams abound,
A wrinkled man with life near end,
In hopes to have at least one friend,
Fashioned bits of wood and things
And made a dummy run by strings.
He sat alone for hours on end,
Conversing with his only friend
And found delight within the fact
That he controlled it's every act.
He told it how he never had
A chance, since all his luck was bad
Although he'd tried so to succeed -
The dummy nodded and agreed.
And how his journeys in romance
Had never given him a chance,
And wasn't it a crying shame
That he was always held to blame
When everyone knew, oh so well,
That life is but a living Hell,
Controlled by lust and power and greed?
The dummy nodded and agreed.
With patience that would rival saints,
That dummy sat through all complaints
And, with each little expert tug,
He'd droop his head or bow or shrug
And give some comfort to the man
Who held his lifelines in his hand
And helped to fill a lonely need
When he just nodded and agreed.
Senility increased with time
As did the old man's phantomime,
And feverish fingers pulled with glee
The dummy's dance of misery.
They never left each other's side
Until the day both stopped and died.
We found them lying, hand in hand,
The dummy - and his wooden friend. |
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[May. 30th, 2007|10:43 pm] |
IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER - by Erma Bombeck
(written after she found out she was dying from cancer).
I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day.
I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.
I would have talked less and listened more.
I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained, or the sofa faded.
I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.
I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.
I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.
I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.
I would have sat on the lawn with my grass stains.
I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life.
I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.
Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.
When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later. Now go get washed up for dinner." There would have been more "I love you's" and more "I'm sorry's."
But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute...look at it and really see it ... live it and never give it back. STOP SWEATING THE SMALL STUFF!!! |
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[May. 27th, 2007|03:10 am] |
1. Who are you?
CHRISTOPHER ALLAN GEYER
2. Are we friends?
I HOPE SO, I HAVE SEEN YOU NAKED
3. When and how did we meet?
MAY AT BEAUS HOUSE WHEN YOU FIRST GOT TO CA, QUITE POSSIBLY THE SECOND PERSON TO SEE YOU, ASIDE FROM BEAU
4. How have I affected you?
YOU HAVE BEEN THE BAKING SODA IN MY VINEGAR LIFE, YOU MADE ME WANT TO LIVE
5. What do you think of me?
YOU SUCK, NO YOU'RE THE BEST
6. What's the fondest memory you have of me?
WHEN I SLEPT OVER AND HAD THAT NIGHTMARE, YOU TOLD ME EVERYTHING WOULD BE ALRIGHT
7. How long do you think we will be friends?
LIKE MY RINGTONE SAYS "UNTIL THE DAY I DIE"
8. Do you love me?
I DO,I DO, I DO, I DO, I DO
9. Do you have a crush on me?
FUNNY QUESTION I GET A LITTLE SQUIRLY IN MY STOMACH WHEN I SEE YOU, SO YES
10. Would you kiss me?
IF YOU LET ME
11. Would you hug me?
EVERY DAY, IF I COULD
12. Would you do anything else to me?
RUB YOUR KNEECAPS, AND THEN HIT MY HEAD WITH YOUR FIST
13. Physically, what stands out?
HAIR, I KNOW EVERYONE SAYS IT
BUT YOU HAVE THE SWEETEST EYES I'VE EVER SEEN
14. Emotionally, what stands out?
YOU LIVE WITH YOUR HEART ON YOUR SLEEVE AND YOU ARE THE MOST HONEST PERSON I KNOW. NOT LIKE LYING HONEST, BUT EMOTIONALLY HONEST
15. Do you wish I was cooler?
HELL NO, I WISH YOU WERE LESS, SO YOU WOULD SETTLE FOR ME
16. On a scale of 1-10, how hot am I?
WITH GWYNETH PALTROW BEING MY 10 YOU ARE A 7
WITH THE MOST BEAUTIFUL GIRLS I ACTUALLY KNOW YOU ARE A 9
17. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
ASSHOLE, BECAUSE YOU LEFT ME ALL ALONE. (SEMI J/K)
18. Am I loveable?
I HAVE SEEN YOU BE
19. Describe me in one word.
ANTIDISESTABLISHMENTALISM
20. What was your first impression?
BEAU IS THE MOST LUCK PERSON I KNOW
21. Do you still think that way about me now?
FOR THE MOST PART YES
22. What do you think my weakness is?
YOU TRY TO PROTECT YOURSELF AT THE SAME TIME AS YOU NEED TO LET YOURSELF GO, AND YOUR HEART GETS BROKEN, FORCING YOU TO DO IT ALL AGAIN.
23. Do you think I'll get married?
A BIT CLOUDY, AS OF RIGHT NOW NO, BUT YOU WILL CAVE IN ONE DAY
24. What makes me happy?
BAD MUSIC, STARGAZER LILLIES, 5-MEO, NEW LOVE, PARTIES FOR YOU, TATOOS, GIVING ME A HARD TIME, INTERNET, SEXY MODELS FROM ALABAMA, WHEN YOU GET SURPRISES, SHOES, PIRATES, MIDGET PORN
25. What makes me sad?
ME STANDING YOU UP, ASSHOLE TWIGS WITH BAD HAIR, LONELINESS, THINKING ABOUT WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN, REGRETS ABOUT LEAVING PEOPLE AND PLACES BEHIND.
26. What reminds you of me?
MOST OF ALL CASTRO VALLEY, WHEN I GO TO THE VILLAGE, I HOPE TO SEE YOU, AT YOUR OLD HOUSE, I ALWAYS LOOK IN YOUR ROOM, WHEN I'M WITH CAILENS CREW I MISS YOU SO MUCH.
27. If you could give me anything what would it be?
A PLACE TO LIVE WITH ME
28. How well do you know me?
I'M NOT SURE, I KNOW CALIFORNIA AIRI WELL BUT I THINK EAST COAST AIRI IS DIFFERENT. I READ YOUR JOURNALS, SO I KNOW EVERYTHING YOU WANT ME TO KNOW, THE INSIDE STUFF IS THE QUESTIONABLE AREA
29. When's the last time you saw me?
THE DAY YOU LEFT ASLEEP ON THE COUCH
30. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
AT FIRST, MY FEELINGS ABOUT YOU
31. Do you think I could kill someone?
THE WAY YOU DRIVE, I HOPE NOT
32. Are you going to put this on your LiveJournal and see what I say about you?
NO, BUT I'LL PUT UP A BLOG |
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[May. 25th, 2007|06:15 pm] |
How well do you know your second (only by default) person on your top 8?
What is their...
1)Name: Chris Abba Labba Quixote Geyer. the 15th. and 3 quarters.
2)Age: 25 bats.
4)How long have you known this person: almost 4 yrs
5)Are you related?: no but kind of ... in a soul way.
6)Where does this person live?: Icky Haywardish Castro Valley.
7)How often do you see them?: not enough goddammit.
8)When was the last time you talked on them?: a few days ago
9)When was the last time you talked On Myspace: April of last year
10)When was the last time you talked On instant messanger? two days ago
11)How did you meet this person? my first day in Cali. His kindness won me over and he was my rock from then on.
12) What is there favorite color? vagina pink. buwhaha. just kidding.
13)When will you see this person next? when i get there. Im trying babe!
14)Have you ever kissed this person?: on his head.
15)Have you ever seen them naked?: i got pictures. dont run for president.
16)what is their favorite type of music?: hes a dancing queen of the gay tunes. but for one year he listen to my cds by force. and will again.
17)what is their best feature? genuine. kind. FUNNY. and FUN. also. He giggle. which i LOVE. ANNND i can fart on him and he still loves me so i know he is for reeeeal.
18)what is your favorite memory of this person? every single day we hung out.
19)what does this person like to do for fun? he milks cows or something. i dont know. i think hes really a spy.
20)what are your true feelings about this person?: I love my Chris.
21) is this person your best friend? absolutly. |
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[May. 10th, 2007|12:44 am] |
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I have to write here cause she reads my myspace. I love her, Kim to be exact, the most perfect example of everything wrong. A: she is not even 21, B:I met her at the Bar 2 years ago. c: she was willing to sleep with me. d: I also slept with her sister. Yet she is perfect. She likes my crappy music, she likes to hang out with me, she says she Loves me. But.... She Can't be with me. She is figuring out who she is and I can be a piece of her life, but not the most important one. I can have a friend or a physical relationship but not both. I chose friend, cause thats what i do, and now i am dead. Who doesn't have an old photo in which you're gazing adoringly at someone who later turned out to be the most brutal example of evil incarnate the world has ever known? I have several, so now i write drunk as shit in a journal only people 12 states away can read, because i dont want to cry. This probably makes no sense, but it doesn't need to right now, it just needs to be a vehicle to get this crap feeling i have out of me. thank you Airi for talking at 4 in the morning. It was so much easier when you were the only one. |
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