there was a story about a lady, something something something three little girls, then there was something another something, whatever. had the brady bunch theme song in my head but forgot the words to the song. i tried. the brady bunch. the brady bunch. the story of how we became the brady bunch or the angry bunch. whatever the fuck is it, it is what it is.
one thing about the closet/you don't have to hurry/it will be bad tomorrow/so brother, don't you worry![]()
I was just on the IMDB message boards, and while reading about one of my favorite shows...I ran across some posts where guys were speaking very candidly about the assets of one of the female actresses. It felt a little weird.
And then I thought to myself: OMG! is THAT how I sound when talking attractive guys?![]()
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I should have majored in chemistry in college... if I could figure out how to clone myself, I'd solve all of my relationship problems.
"killing a man should take long enough for one's conscience to get in the way."
There's no greater power than the power of goodbye...![]()
did somebody really make a song like this back in 2008? this song is making me laugh and is pissing me off at the same time. DAMNIT!!!!
and i saw this video where somebody went around atlanta asking people who's the hottest rapper in atlanta and people were saying 2chainz and future. FUCK THEM DUDES. THEM DUDES SUCK. fuck future and 2chainz. they fucking suck. i'm tired of all these wack ass rappers, singers and etc pushing their trash and me being unable to escape them. FUCK THEM.
and fuck drake too making a song called "straight from the bottom". lying ass motherfucker. you never was at the bottom. you was in the middle and slept and paid your way to the top. fuck that bitch. he's the most overrated rapper of all time along with lil wayne and tupac. i know there'll be some people that'll get mad and call me a hater. i get offended because they got it wrong. i'm NOT a hater. i'm an honest man. i'm not hating if i think somebody music sucks. maybe they really suck
one thing about the closet/you don't have to hurry/it will be bad tomorrow/so brother, don't you worry![]()
I still remember "Drake" from when he was on Degrassi: The Next Generation. Memories.![]()
oh, wheelchair jimmy. now he's in videos throwing up gang signs acting like he's a goon and at the same time, making songs crying about getting played by a stripper like marvin's room. this dude really did tried to wife a stripper, brought her a house and everything when she's basically selling herself around to the highest bidder as he's not the only guy that she has tricking on her. dude is a clown.
one thing about the closet/you don't have to hurry/it will be bad tomorrow/so brother, don't you worry![]()
To the people who frequently send me post comments: Sorry if it feels like I'm ignoring youI'm not. It's just harder to respond.
With that, I always feel terrible for not being able to respond to post comments.
Balls to the walls hella fuckin awesome.
You could always just leave a visitor message response, or copy/paste their comment inside of the [/quote][quote] tags for context in a new PM. You can easily get to their profile page from your comments section, and the 'send a private message' option is right under their profile picture. It's not so difficult.
As for my rant: I want to play Smash Bros. with my friends, but I'm too good that they just don't enjoy playing against me. Even with handicaps and me playing random characters, I'm too familiar with match-ups and advanced techniques for it to really matter. It's another one of those situations where obsessing over honing my skills becomes a disadvantage.
Whereas most people treat it as a 'party game' and sit there mashing c-stick smash attacks or B moves, I incorporate DI, wavedashing, shffling, pivoting, and teching into my game. It's frustrating that I can never seem to enjoy a video game without perfecting it, and nobody really enjoys playing with somebody who smashes them every game.
First world problems.![]()
I hate Metaknight.tags for context in a new PM. You can easily get to their profile page from your comments section, and the 'send a private message' option is right under their profile picture. It's not so difficult.
As for my rant: I want to play Smash Bros. with my friends, but I'm too good that they just don't enjoy playing against me. Even with handicaps and me playing random characters, I'm too familiar with match-ups and advanced techniques for it to really matter. It's another one of those situations where obsessing over honing my skills becomes a disadvantage.
Whereas most people treat it as a 'party game' and sit there mashing c-stick smash attacks or B moves, I incorporate DI, wavedashing, shffling, dash dancing, and teching into my game. It's frustrating that I can never seem to enjoy a video game without perfecting it, and nobody really enjoys playing with somebody who smashes them every game.
Firstworldproblems.![]()
I would destroy you!!tags for context in a new PM. You can easily get to their profile page from your comments section, and the 'send a private message' option is right under their profile picture. It's not so difficult.
As for my rant: I want to play Smash Bros. with my friends, but I'm too good that they just don't enjoy playing against me. Even with handicaps and me playing random characters, I'm too familiar with match-ups and advanced techniques for it to really matter. It's another one of those situations where obsessing over honing my skills becomes a disadvantage.
Whereas most people treat it as a 'party game' and sit there mashing c-stick smash attacks or B moves, I incorporate DI, wavedashing, shffling, pivoting, and teching into my game. It's frustrating that I can never seem to enjoy a video game without perfecting it, and nobody really enjoys playing with somebody who smashes them every game.
First world problems.![]()
I actually use Metaknight........................................ ......................
Clearly, this is a sign.
Balls to the walls hella fuckin awesome.
Sounds like me with Mario Kart 64. I used to own. Literally.tags for context in a new PM. You can easily get to their profile page from your comments section, and the 'send a private message' option is right under their profile picture. It's not so difficult.
As for my rant: I want to play Smash Bros. with my friends, but I'm too good that they just don't enjoy playing against me. Even with handicaps and me playing random characters, I'm too familiar with match-ups and advanced techniques for it to really matter. It's another one of those situations where obsessing over honing my skills becomes a disadvantage.
Whereas most people treat it as a 'party game' and sit there mashing c-stick smash attacks or B moves, I incorporate DI, wavedashing, shffling, pivoting, and teching into my game. It's frustrating that I can never seem to enjoy a video game without perfecting it, and nobody really enjoys playing with somebody who smashes them every game.
First world problems.![]()
Metaknight's tornado is literally Hitler. It has such insane priority, and you can bet that if somebody isn't familiar with the game, they're just going to spam it constantly.
I mostly play Melee and Project M, but my Brawl Falco is pretty decent. I don't like how they changed his shine mechanics from Melee, but chain grabbing to dair spike is always fun; especially when you get that first grab, and your friend knows it's coming but can't do anything about it.
Example:
Incidentally, MK64 is another game I spent a lot of time perfecting. With items and catch-up, a lot of people seem to think you can never really get good at it, but after learning how to power slide properly, I don't think I can remember having ever lost a race to a friend.
So many blue shells though.
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just wrote into the 750 words thing that jb put me onto yesterday.@ this. really
@ this.
http://750words.com/entries/stats/2426363
one thing about the closet/you don't have to hurry/it will be bad tomorrow/so brother, don't you worry![]()
"killing a man should take long enough for one's conscience to get in the way."
You don't snore???
"killing a man should take long enough for one's conscience to get in the way."
A bunch of people invited me out last night after the lacrosse game to meet them at a bar. There was some confusion as to which bar they would be going to, but they finally picked one, and I drove over there to meet them.
* It's in the "heart" of LoDo, which on weekend nights is like driving (and walking) through a sea of endless partiers.
* Parking was at least available, but was expensive as hell.
* I had to wait in line for quite some time before we could get in. Not sure how THEY got in so quick - maybe they know the door guy or something. Maybe I should have angrily announced "Don't you know who I am?" At least there was no cover charge.
* The place was nearly jam packed. As in, one step from the door, it's shoulder-to-shoulder people. It's like that throughout the bar. The bar wasn't very large, but getting from the front to the back took planning, and up to two minutes.
* As is common, the lights are turned down WAY low. Trying to find my friends was something of a chore. Luckily, most of them were wearing suits, so it was easy to simply try to find people in suits.
* The music was, in my personal opinion, pretty terrible. "Bak Dat Azz Up" was about as good as it got. Admittedly, I'm way outside the demo, but still. And, as common in bars like this, it was played exceptionally loud. Even when I could get close to my friends (usually in small groups), it was hard to join their conversations, since they all had to stand with their heads next to each other and yell really loud.
* Due to the crowd, getting a drink took forever. I just decided not to drink anything.
* After about half an hour of wedging my way through the crowd, getting near my friends, and having a few brief snatches of conversation (screamed at full volume), I decided I'd had enough and headed home.
I did that self-evaluation on the way home. Do my friends actually LIKE those sorts of bars? I know a couple of them seemed to be having a good time, but a few others bitched about the loud music and crowded venue. Did they invite me over just so I could hover near them for a few minutes at a time, not really interacting with them much?
Am I just old? Kinda, I guess, but I've never liked that sort of venue. I remember being taken to one in college, not having fun at all, and deciding I just wouldn't go to that bar anymore. I think I've just added another one to my list.
Lex
I don't mind loud music if we're going dancing. But I'm pretty sure nobody in my group was there to dance. I assumed it was going to be a fun hang-out place. And I expect music in places like that, even semi-loud music. But when you're reduced to putting your heads on shoulders and screaming, it's just not fun anymore.
Lex
^ FULLY AGREED! That place sounds like the earthly version of Hell. There may be times when such a place is "appropriate" but I'm very seldom (if ever) at the point when "hanging out and talking with friends" is LESS important than just boogieing down. That might change this spring when I hope to travel with a friend for nine days - going to a club isn't gonna "rob us" of the rare time to just talk about stuff, because there will be plenty of opportunities to talk during more than a week.
Please capitalize where needed. Did you help your Uncle Jack off a horse, or help your uncle jack off a horse?
"If someone's words and actions don't match, their actions speak the truth" -- TX-Beau, from thi site.
Live your life, so that the Westboro Baptist Church will want to protest at your funeral.
DEFINITION: "EXHAUSTIPATED" - too tired to give a shit.
AMY'S BOSS: Sorry, I will need to lay you and Jack off. AMY: Can you just jack off? I feel like shit today.
RJ, I apologize for not getting back to you sooner.
I think it's great that you have started writing your morning pages. I think that, if you give the method time to work, you will get a lot of benefit out of it.
I believe that the practice opens up channels to our subconscious mind. Don't feel surprised if you start getting flashes of intuition--ideas of things that you want to pursue, or things you want to look up on the internet, etc.
You may get to the root of something that bothered you that day (so that you can let it go), and you may see a dramatic increase in your short-term memory (I did.)
The fringe benefits start kicking in after about three weeks.
I've come up with a decent retort to a thread...three months after it was posted. Why couldn't I think of it sooner?![]()
I walked by at least two pairs of women "dancing" "seductively" (both parts get put in quotes due to the lack of space and the limited moves one can do while holding a cocktail) and at least three guys...well, perving, really. I'm sure they were enjoying themselves.
Necro that puppy and post anyway. This is the internet.
Lex
it's been the 2nd day since i've done the 750 words thing that you put me on to and been doing a whole lot of writing. it's kind of crazy. writing like 1000 word essays and etc.today's entry was over 1500 words. haven't really said anything that came unconciously where it was like "wow, this was really on my mind that bothered me where it came off yet". hopefully, it does. need to get rid of the excessive baggage even though i think i've unleashed everything at some point of time that i acknowledge it i guess whether it's on here, my blogspot journal or in my journal that i write into every night.
it's fun though. it's only monday.
with that said, i have to vent on something.
maybe it's the anxiety in me or the zoloft BUT i'm starting to look at my life and one question is running through my mind. IS THIS REALLY MY LIFE? i seriously am asking this question right now. i just have to ask myself is this real and am i really alive where i'm experiencing all of this. am i really living my life like this? sometimes, i just don't want to believe it. i truly want to say that this is NOT real. that this is just a bad dream and i'll wake up.
funny thing is that that's exactly what happened last night. funny how there's jubbers appearing in my dream. last night, SLOPPYSECONDS was in my dream. i didn't see him BUT i saw his writing. i had to do a double take like "am i really reading what i'm reading?" i was in shock like "this looks like something SLOPPYSECONDS would write. wait a minute, this is something that SLOPPYSECONDS would write." i was terrified. i kept thinking to myself that this was a joke but not a single word that i was reading made absolutely any sense. i can't remember the words that i saw BUT let's just say that you can find them in SLOPPY's posts. it was absolutely nuts.
but still, i wake up from one dream which i couldn't believe and find myself trapped in another one except this is real life. i just have to ask myself. is this real? am i really who i am? is this all happening? am i really a jobless guy that is running out of money still looking for a job that has 2 college degrees? am i really trying to figure out what to do with myself at 26? am i really that lazy to do something as simple as going over a damn lsat book? am i really gay? am i really in the closet? is this for real? i just ask myself BECAUSE the way that i feel, i wish this wasn't.i wish this was 2010 AND NOT 2013. this is too much. the truth fucking sucks.
one thing about the closet/you don't have to hurry/it will be bad tomorrow/so brother, don't you worry![]()
I can't read in my dreams. When I force myself to, the words don't make sense. I remember seeing something written underneath a picture of fish. I forced myself to read it, and it said something like "Fish fish grobol hakala fish". In short, it read like Sloppy Seconds wrote it.
And if it isn't real life, you still may as well live it like it were.
Lex
so there's a sloppyseconds in all of us?this is really beginning to get freakish like some twlight zone episode.
i know i can live my life but there's a overwhelming feeling of fear and disassocation going on thinking about everything. like sure, i can do 100 things BUT that fear is coming strong to the point where it's really starting to play with my head. you know, i don't want to be freaking out inside my house where my mom misunderstands and calls 911 having me in a ward somewhere. the doctor said that it's a panic attack BUT it felt more like a borderline psychotic episode.
one thing about the closet/you don't have to hurry/it will be bad tomorrow/so brother, don't you worry![]()
random shit but here it goes.
you suck dick. you suck mine. you suck my dick all the time. with a great big suck til i skeet right into you. one day i will suck you too.![]()
one thing about the closet/you don't have to hurry/it will be bad tomorrow/so brother, don't you worry![]()
Under the sheets
Under the sheets
daddy is better down where he's wetter
take it from meee