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Grimm2000's Journal
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There was once an old man and his grandson sitting on a bench at the fair. The old man pulled out a bottle of lotion and handed it to the boy "it puts the lotion on it's skin or else it gets sunburn again" the old man said. Once the little boy was done he was ready to play. "now grandson you go play while i sit here and watch slutty bitches pass"."okie dokie grandpa" the little boy gleefully said. moments later the little boy came running back shouting "gradpa, grandpa look what i won" he said holding up a large pikachu toy. "THERE WILL BE NO POKEMON" the oldman shouted, which formed a crowd. "but, but" the little boy stumbled, the little boys lip quiverd then he squeezed his toy holding it up to his granpa hoping for grace "pika" the toy squaked. there was a moment of silence then "BAM"
"Oh My God mommy that man just punch pikachu" a boy from the crowd cried. The oldman continued to body slam and kick the toy until it was reduced to rubble. "lets go grandson" the oldman tiredly said. "but grandpa" the little boy wailed. the oldman gave a sigh then backhanded the little boy across the face, "THERE WILL BE NO MOTHER FUCKING POKEMON, your mother can act like your 5 but your 17 for christ sakes i don't even know why they call you little besides that small wanker of yours, your mother can treat you like a queer, but you sure as hell wont be acting like a fag around me" the little boy, *cough* the teenager sniffled. "now dry those tears pussy and lets get you home"
THE END
Mood: goofy
Music: The mission district- age of pretending
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51 ways to annoy everybody
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June 04, 2008, 10:09:pm
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we must become best friends if you do about 80% of this shit.
1) Pretend to be one of the Bush family. Doesn't matter which.
2) Have an uncontrollable lusting for someone new every five minutes.
3) Pretend to be from different ethnic backgrounds every hour, and when people ask you about it, answer like a hillbilly would.
4) Act like a hillbilly. Period.
5) Improvise Italian operas.
6) Gossip about someone to their face.
7) Answer every question with a question.
8) Repeat yourself constantly.
9) Act like a member of the opposite sex.
10) Repeat yourself constantly.
11) Act like Mr. Flanders from The Simpsons.
12) Repeat yourself constantly.
13) Change what you repeat every now and then.
14) Use homonyms in your e-male that the spell cheque would knot sea as miss steaks.
15) Change what you repeat every now and then.
16) Talk to someone while looking at somebody else.
17) Employ in your casual banter extensive vocabulary that will befuddle thy contemporaries.
18) Change what you repeat every now and then.
19) One word: Caffeine.
20) Another word or two: Caffeine and Sugar.
21) stringwhateveryousayintoonelongwordsoitshardtomakeoutwhatyou'resaying.
22) Using non-existent words like George Bush would.
23) Change what you repeat again.
24) Speak in rapid Spanish.
25) Pretend not to know about the rule of personal space.
26) When doing number 25, pretend to have a heavy nose cold causing you to breathe heavily through your mouth. Sneeze occasionally.
27) Change what you repeat again.
28) You are better than everybody else. Let them know so.
29) Rudely correct everybody's grammar.
30) Don't proper grammar use while you are correcting them.
31) Pretend to be drunk.
32) Groom yourself while standing backwards (towards everybody) in an elevator.
33) Change what you repeat again.
34) Pretend your name is Cletus-Atkins-Wheatherby-Percival-Smith, and don't answer to anything else.
35) Call everybody you know Bob or Georgia. Bob for girls, Georgia for boys.
36) Fine people for stupid things, like being too popular, or having to many teeth.
37) Change what you repeat again.
38) For those who wish to annoy, riddles is that in which you should speak.
39) Lick your lips constantly, acting as if doing so is pleasurable.
40) Pretend to be high.
41) Become severely narcoleptic in the middle of a conversazzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
42) Change what you repeat again.
43) You ARE the lord of the dance. Never forget that.
44) Speak in Gaelic.
45) Blink rapidly and constantly.
46) Scratch yourself constantly. I am not saying where.
47) Strut.
48) Start repeating what you say as soon as you say it.
49) Start repeating what you say as soon as you say it.
50) Become "The Masked Wedgie Giver."
51) Have this list printed on a T-shirt and write above it "Check list for Today." Don't let anybody forget that you have it on.
Mood: on crack
Music: anberlin- hello alone
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Decribes me!
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May 31, 2008, 01:32:am
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this song describes me so well it's uncanny
Envy on the coast - starving your friends
Thanks a lot.
I've been disadvantaged from the start
He constrict the veins heading straight to my head,
Rerouted the blood to my heart instead (x2)
I am braindead,
Thinking in strictly in blues and reds.
Oh, I'm in enough trouble man,
Oh man, I'm in trouble again
Cause everyone's ears are watching me,
But I never, ever felt that this would be
Anything more than a makeshift personal I.V.
(Chorus)
I fall three times as hard
If it's from nothing at all
You all seem twice as tall as I will ever be.
And I feel terribly small
When my head works too hard
When you think with your chest,
There's not a thing that you don't see.
I'm hardly capable of half the damage
That I would like to do
I could swear that I don't care,
But you know I'm too full of shit
To think this through.
So look at me,
I pray to God
But curse too much to be considered true.
I'm just like me,
I'm just like me,
So who the hell are you?
(End of chorus)
I'm but a boy,
Just like the rest of these thieves.
And I borrow phrases from
Dusty, faded, record sleeves
The story is the same,
I've just personalized the name
But if it's all you need,
Then I'd be more than happy to confess my shame'
(Chorus)
I know you think you know,
But these eyelids are windows
That shut you out from all the things
That I don't want you to know.
And I refuse to tell you
One single secret I own.
'Cause you'll find I'm petrified
Of your eyes.
I'm hardly capable of half the damage
That I would like to do.
I could swear that I don't care,
But you know I'm too full of shit
To think this through.
I've read the book,
I prayed to God,
But cursed too much to be considered true.
I'm just like me,
I'm just like me,
So who the hell are you?
Mood: okay
Music: envy on the coast- starving your friends
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A poem?
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May 07, 2008, 05:16:pm
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Emotions
Emotions untold behind my lips
Stuck in my own sorrow
Pain seething through my finger tips
Flesh cut across in little rips
Tears on my pillow
Emotions untold behind my lips
Head spinning doing flips
Lost in thought anywhere I’d follow
Pain seething through my finger tips
Un healed scars from my masochistic slips
Hopeing for no tomorrow
Emotions untold behind my lips
Like a broken record my heart skips
A new one I need to borrow
Pain seething through my fingertips
Distant from my body, it takes its own trips
Tears I try to swallow
Emotions untold behind my lips
Pain seething through my finger tips
Mood: Board
Music: the Audition
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