i am vain. i like clothing and makeup and wierd hats. i love shoes. i love hair color. i love wristbands and leg warmers and 70's style addidas socks.

do - i - have - a - problem - being - materialistic?

fuck no.

amon tobin - verbal and mesak - haivenet

wowowow. i love rediscovering old shit on my mp3 drive

is electro plunked in with hiphop exactly?

worlds colliding?

i would. but my boyfriend would have to come with. cuz i wont leave him behind fer shit. not even for the most prestigious design firms.

ravewave was there?? where the hell was i?

loooovelovelovelovelovelovelove

someone call me and tell me whats happening tonight. im going home. doing my video shit then i want to drink.

if whoever is bussing or whatever gimme a ringring

that eel was great. i want more.

next addition to the geriatric crew. happy birthday girlygirl.

heeeey. i remember that. mdma in a vial in liquid format. BAD idea.

i wished for... a 20gig ipod.
i got... a 20 gig ipod.

good rest. good booze. good shopping.

...


what kind of pretzel was it to begin with? i hope in the least it was one with lots of icing and shit. otherwise this thread really wasnt worth it.

i hexed the lot of them last monday for not being invited for the 8th billionth time. except sharon. sharon was spared.

SEE WHAT HAPPYHARDCORE DOES??

ya. thats what i thought.

j'aime jessika meme si elle est une pooney.

*buhbump*

the new kirk6 site will be launched a few days before the party in celebration. checkitout.

what will i do when i have no more homework or contracts or projects?

ladies and gentlemen, meet 'i hate everything day'.

fuck you fuck you fuck you and mostly, fuck your little dog too.

yay pms.

i was soooo sketched at first contact steve i was afraid of everything. and embryon... well i dont really remember all that much of embryon... but yeah, tinky winky and the wings. hee hee

i was soooo scared of steve at that party ohmygod. though i think i was more scared of him at embryon.

my educational life is set out for the next four years. from there shit gets very fuzzy.

otherwise its month to month and paycheck to paycheck. i hope it wont be like this forever. i wanna go to europe.

who cant be nice to gordo?

...

104% on my director final. motherfucker eat that liberal arts math n logic. you were good for something.

its a date nadine

there was a little girl, with brigght white hair, large red eyes, and she just stands there.

i think her name's bev.

shes haunting my subconscious.

thumb goes squish, blood underneath thumbnail goes skwushskwushspurt

YOU DAMN STRAIGHT WERE GOING NADINE.

i was thinking about it today too actually. first sign of warm weather, im in. no ifs ands or buts.

i know the same 3 people that nadine knows who jumped last summer, marty says the following, you watch the person before you get sucked out of the plane and your heart drops to your knees. i cant fucking wait.

exam tomorrow. havent studied. dont care. still going to get at least a 95% in that class.

*bows*

sacrificial offerings to the gods of higher intelligence are good for something.

this year blows. i dont get paid until christmas day, how the hell am i supposed to buy presents for everyone? WE'RE EUROPEAN FOR CHRISSAKES!

im excited for boxing day shopping.

yogurt. shower. sex. sleep. not necessarily in that order.

i will definately try ensure next time though. i try pumping myself full of multivitamins but that doesnt work too well.

...this is where i go 'jeff, why DO you do drugs?'



...

i still cant get over the fact that ive lived a quarter of my existance when my mind is still only fifteen years old. thats my thought of the night, everything is in flux and everything is temporal. and if this is reality then i question if this is really real or not, and if its not, the mind is a very powerful thing to concoct such a day dream.

cheers.

i dont have exams. i dont study. i just do projects. lots and lots and lots of projects.

i cant wait for this semester to be over.

you're all full of fuck and i hope you all have untimely horrible passings.

tell him to call me asap.

fabu.

noscere. audere. velle. tacere. ire.

to know to dare to will to keep silent


same shit. different philosopher.

i cant really say anything about their piercing but i can say stick styled steel's bone and horn jewlery for stretched ears are fabulous and relatively inexpensive.

yay horns.

what's a rave?

ruined: the never-ending cycle of stupid antibiotics when the fuck is it going to end so i can drink again?

I WANT A DAMNED BEER.

someday by operation ivy or old friend by rancid.

just like you dont exist.

very nice nite. fabullous assortment of surreal, subliminal electro accompanied with visuals. haunting to say the least (tentaculum), and even headscans industrial assortment was impressive.

glad i went. not so glad i had to break my thumb at the end of the night, but in retrospect i think it was worth it.

if you havent heard of rother, check out little compûter people

ruined: everything

will it make a squelchy ripping sound when this nail gets yanked off?