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Thursday, July 9th, 2009
12:37 am	HA! Can't believe ..i remembered my password,... ...love how when googling "tim purdum" or whatever. it b rought me to my old livejournal. all tyhe wine entiers. niw drinking jack daniels. how funny. ./..i still love tim fuck my dad love my mother...always life is good...... mmmmm jack daniels. (Comment on this)
Saturday, August 2nd, 2008
12:39 am	it's me again. hello. [lorrie] and no one else probably. i have nothing to say right now. how about later? oh wait..how about this.. I <3 N.Y no. not new york but... Neil Young. and crazy horses watch Greendale. save the earth peace a little love and affection. .....be the rain..... (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, December 25th, 2007
3:45 am	this christmas eve was less interesting and threatening then the ones before i suppose. from indulging too much booze and pot at a's orientent heights house "MERRY FUCKING CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!" pukessss. to last year getting shitfaced with rick and company and me and ricky insisting that we go to the 24 hr mickey d's in chelsea or where ever there is a 24 hr open mcdonalds. to getting rear ended by some dirty spics at like 4 in the morning haha. this year was hunky dory. entertaining the mindless old fuck lauranos. eddy and dicky. they just will never end the bickering. it's so funny really. oh good thing i was sick with a cold during the holiday. drinking tequilla a few days before and taking ecedrin. living without a pulse really. waiting to get my hand on some more booze. spinelli's eggplant was a highlight though mmmmmmmm. to eyereans fantastic eggplant in a handful or so hours. after ricks i packed my final belongings and me, ricky his friend dave and a. headed to erin and kerrys down the street. where i endulged in wild turkey and flat coke. oh well who's complaining. i'm not from kentucky. i am more of a tennessee jacky d cowgirl. we headed back to new hampshire around 3 am so i can smoke some crack and do my tricks and such. wild turkey. man that's wild. fuck you. hahaahahahahahahaa (Comment on this)
Tuesday, September 4th, 2007
11:52 pm	awww cinnamon hmmm..well..yes. tuesday. more wednesday now. a few hours into it. tuesday we took cinnamon to the vet to weigh her and get her nails cut. aww hah a animals are so funny. like little kids going to the doctors. or any age really. i detest the doctors. ahhhhhh! they're scary. she was so nervous pacing back and forth and being silly. this is the first time i actually saw the guy that makes her whimp and cry. he seemed like he knew what he was talking about. the experience and room itself just felt sad and like a scene from Beethoven. oh i want to watch that. how traumatizing. the doctor was trying to look at something but cinnamon kept hiding behind me. everywhere i stepped, she would follow with leash still attached it nearly wrapped around myself and i almost knocked him over. she knew the green machine would protect her. she needed to get a few shots. talk about Lyme disease came about. that it's best to run a blood test. better to be safe then sorry, the doc said he would get it for his dogs. eyerean found that convincing enough. so it turns out my furry little four-legged friend is positive for lyme disease! :( it's common for dogs to have it up here so they say. like it's something to be proud about. there's ticks everywhere. thousands in the field outside. then wooded areas where we take her. all new hampshire is-is a forest. how about killing the stupid ticks? did you ever think of that? there the most worthless little buggers with evil intentions in mind. so now cin has to take antibiotics. 6 pills a day. 3 in the morning. 3 at night. this oughta be fun. we all probably have lyme disease. it's the new hampshire way. oh well nowell. i hope she's alright! way to early to loose another dog. i was looking at a chart there with dog years translated into human years. cinnamon is 3. in human years she's 28. go get me some booze ya bitch. blue lived to 17 which equals 104 in dog years. blue was a gypsy. old bag. oh blue. old blue. r.i.p blue. hmmm why can't everyone i like just be left alone and be alright. and people who i hate drop dead. isn't that the way it should work? apparently not. i love to suffer. i've grown accustom to it by now. "i want a gun but all i have is misery" (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, August 31st, 2007
10:21 pm	do you have 4 dollars? i'll give you a five.... what an unnecessary week it has been, emotionally. the whole papa jimmy ordeal. it started off horrible..being manipulated by some fuckface cardiologist "doctor" writing it off and just saying oh he needs the open heart surgery. no matter if he dies. my papa said "i know everyone dies at some point, it's not my time. do whatever you can do aside from that." then it was la-dee dah all the way through the week. every doctor said something different and on a different time and day, until someone cut the shit and was like he just needs to take some kind of medicine and get a pacemaker. that's all. not hard to fucking figure out. basically. which he doesn't get until next thursday??! why wait it out? what's the point. sure they see other people all day long but they had plently of time to do it. but oh they had "long days and were too tired to do it". labor day is monday they just want the long weekened. eyerean said that they just looked at the clipboard and was like "yeah yeah yeah. it'll happen" it was suppose to happen tuesday. next week. now it's thursday next week. then they'll try to do something funny. like wait 3 months like they wanted to do originally. they suck! all doctors do. all upper hand twats with cash. you're nothing but a profit to them. sadistic, heartless, greedy, selfish bastards. they're just making him suffer now. a mind fuck. papa sounds good though i talked to him earlier in the week on my perhaps last summer day of going to the beach and swimming. "so you have a nice day swimming at the beach...." yeah i froze my ass off! the water was warm but it was windy so you got cold fast when you came out. then yesterday just the obvious and the hope to see you soon,love you. [in my head i was thinking don't be morbid. nothing bad better happen to you.] i'd like to deepthroat all of doctors with shotguns and make them shit out the bullets. see how their family reacts. oh yeah yeah yeah it'll happen. HAAAAAA! eyerean and uncle jim catch a flight back tomorrow i think. one day earlier then planned. they got happy/relieved/bored/yet somewhat aggravated once they knew papa was gonna be alright, plus they both can't stand june, who can? all she wants to do is go out for breakfast and sit around playing crazy eights, what a tard. this is something one experiences at any given age, they all suck, really, they do!. 90+ degrees in florida. gross. they befriended old people at the pool. where my papa lived alone and lively [before that cunt june ruined him. ha] at the old place where i went. the beds were so comfortable. i guess he is still welcome there, there's not a great distance inbetween from his new shared marriage house. drinking coffee all day, watching movies and drinking beer at night. this is how my uncle lives. eyerean quote: "uncle jimmys corrupting me" they blasted to the past when they were teens. i can picture them doing just that. oh the days when ricky and i did that. everyone should have a brother. it's one of the best things to have in life. i have been watching the same 2 or 3 movies over and over again. one being half nelson. with ryan gosling starring in it. he's very fine looking when he smokes crack and looks deadly. the beard doesn't hurt. but he has blue eyes. ehhhhhhhnnnt! almost close. i hate blue eyes. they're so obnoxious to me. like an ugly doll with blue eyes that i had when i was little. i use to scribble marker on their face and that indicated that they were dead. if killing humans were only that simple. or i'd just decapitate them in my toybox, and me and poopy would laugh. oh he has beautiful brown bear eyes. still adorable to this day. miss you. make sure no centipedes crawl around in my room. nowells eyebrows in motion. "knock knock" "whose there" "interrupting cow" "interrupting cow who?" "moo" i want to go see if my hippie friends are still working at the goodwill store. i hope they didn't go to perpectual grooves without me. "i'm only asking because you look like a hippie" "don't be offended" don't worry. i'm not. well...peace out man! tim purdum mudrup mit Current Mood: silly (Comment on this)
Thursday, August 30th, 2007
1:33 am	( :( : ( :( : (:JEN ROSSI :) :) :) :) :) Jen Rossi doesn't have tourettes! she has catatonic schizophrenia!!!!!! observe... Introduction Schizophrenia is a chronic mental health disorder that results in altered behaviors, thinking and perceptions that don't correspond with real events. Catatonic schizophrenia is a subtype of schizophrenia. People with catatonic schizophrenia display extreme inactivity or activity that's disconnected from their environment or encounters with other people (catatonic behavior). These episodes can last for only minutes or up to hours. Men with catatonic schizophrenia usually experience their initial catatonic episode in their teens or 20s, while women usually experience first episodes in their 20s or early 30s. Although there's no cure for catatonic schizophrenia, medications and well-coordinated mental health care services may help people manage the disease. [HAHAH READ EXCESSIVE MOBILITY!!! JEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNNNN MMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEUUUUHHHH] Signs and symptoms Early signs and symptoms of schizophrenia — such as social withdrawal, unusual behaviors, anxiety and decline in daily functional abilities — may begin gradually before the primary symptoms of schizophrenia, known collectively as psychosis, are manifested. But disease onset may also be acute with the sudden appearance of psychosis. The distinguishing psychotic features of catatonic schizophrenia include: * Physical immobility. People may be completely immobile and appear to be unaware of their surroundings (catatonic stupor). They may exhibit a partial immobility known as "waxy flexibility." For example, if a person's arm is moved into a certain position, it will stay there for some time. * Excessive mobility. These motor activities — such as frenzied pacing, turning around in circles, flailing arms or making loud noises — appear to have no purpose or motivating factors. This kind of behavior is called catatonic excitement. * Extreme resistance. Without any apparent motivation, people with catatonic schizophrenia may not respond to instruction, may resist any attempt to be moved or may not speak at all. This kind of behavior is called negativism. * Peculiar movements. People may assume inappropriate or unusual postures, grimace for long periods or adopt unusual mannerisms. They may also exhibit habits known as stereotyped behaviors, such as repeating words, obsessively following a routine or always arranging objects exactly the same way. * Mimicking speech or movement. A person may repeatedly say a word just spoken by someone else (echolalia) or repeatedly copy a gesture or movement made by someone else (echopraxia). Although the dominant symptoms of catatonic schizophrenia are the catatonic behaviors, people with this subtype of the disorder also experience some of the other primary signs and symptoms of schizophrenia: * Hearing voices or experiencing other sensory events that aren't real (hallucinations) * Holding untrue beliefs about reality (delusions) * Disorganized thinking * Grossly disorganized, irrational behavior * Absent or inappropriate emotional expression * Inability to initiate plans The other main subtypes of schizophrenia are disorganized, paranoid and undifferentiated schizophrenia. that's so her! i'm so happy about this!!! now what does Dan Moran have? the clown disease. the ability to entertain and amuse a whole room of art students. i will have to go to stop and stop and visit his mother and follow them home or something so lorrie and i can write letters to him sent with pieces of our hair along with them. like prizes. the special needed blessed by jesus kids were one of the best reasons/ memories of rhs. those were the days. (Comment on this)
Sunday, August 26th, 2007
10:15 pm	save the drama for your mama i didn't sleep at all last night so at 6:30 am or so me and cinnamon and fatso drove eyerean to uncle jimmys in woburn. eyerean doesn't like to fly but oh well flying is fun. i should of went. my opportunity to go to iowa. i would of slipped the pilot a mickey and drove the plane myself. hahaha crash right into tims house, the blade would cut up suzanne bullard and her cello to bits. tim needs to forget about that lifeless arrogant bitch and realize he's old and needs a younger honey to get silly with. hhmm, like myself. brilliant! any other tard desires such fantasies. who would of thought? a simple weird high school crush on a teacher turned into an excursion. a mission. a mental illness that consumed me. oh well something about that tubby, naive, goofy hippie fuck makes me feel really wild. fun and games. shits and giggles. some entertainment to amuse me. and im very amused. i hope his brother CHRIS comes across this journal one day since he has one. then we can go back to cortland, ohio to see his other brother andy, wife barb, neice aylah. alan and kathy his parents. their cats cheskipee, pepper, and whatever the other one is. hahaHA ha. let's drag it out and see if i get a restraining order. i need to write a letter. no reply to my drunken babbling muffled messages. nor stephs. not even a lennon song can do it. awwww. come on you threw a eraser at her. and broke my 14 year old heart. we will be united at last. all of us. road trip. prostitution. dealing drugs along the way. whatever really. hot aired balloon ride[s]. because...mr. purdum play your guitar! it turns me on! cedar falls, iowa. become billionaires within a month of making and selling meth. ha go to a few cvs'. look under your kitchen sick. cha ching you're rich! yeahyeahyeahyeahyeahyeahyeahyeahyeahyeahyeahyeah yeah syd barrett is silly. hmm well things are looking better. a little light at the end of the tunnel.[for now] tomorrow papa will try to talk to other doctors to get opinions. basically trying to bargain with his life. a gamble. "if the surgery is going to make me die, then we just won't do it and maybe i'll live another year" hahah i love him so much! something i would say if i was in his shoes. he's such a funny, cynical, delight to be around. and like roger rabbit says "if you don't have a sense of humor, you're better off dead!" so he shall live. that's all for now i suppose. Current Mood: amused (Comment on this)
Saturday, August 25th, 2007
4:10 pm	throw some more shit to the fan, sure........why not?! WHAT THEEEEEEEEE FUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK?!?!!?!?!! these last few days have been really fucking stressful. eyerean briefly alerted me a few days ago that her father. my [Papa Jimmy] had to go to the hospital because of a heart valve that was leaking blood against the flow or uhhh opposite of how heart valves work. that there was no medicine to take and that he could get open heart surgery if it was that bad. take in mind he has emphysema so he would have to be on his oxygen. at first he kept his cool and was like i think i'll be alright. cause i remember this happened before he had fluid in his body and his ankles swelled up when i was like 7 and visited him at the hospital. not this time. i might be visiting him at his fucking funeral! it's been phone tag ever since yesterday that he definitely needs the surgery and can't be on his oxygen because they have to knock him out during the procedure. that his breathing level is dropping rapidly from a 47% to like a 20% so there could be a chance he doesn't come back when he's knocked out! even my papa changed his tone. now saying "i think it's best you come down. i'm 67, i might not make it" the surgery takes place monday so eyerean and my uncle jim fly down to florida at like 10 am tomorrow so they won't miss anything. i obviously want to go cause nothings holding me back. no job. no school. but it's unfair to my siblings and my cousins,and my aunts not even going. plus i can't deal with that shit. i'm still fucked up about loosing my nana. it's been 4 years since. at least that was in my face. dropped dead of a heart attack. fine one minute. dead soon after. that's horrible but at least it's not a guessing game! it's hit or miss really. life or death. sit around and twiddle your fucking thumbs. see if you have a fucking grandfather by the end of the week. His fucking doctor is on vacation!? who does that? "oh sir, you're of high risk of dying let me get shitfaced or enjoy myself for a few days before i see you monday" all fucking bullshit. all the false hope, optimism, and holy hopper prayer shit can't save this one. i hope it's for the best. my mother and uncle will be orphans if he passes. a richie havens song. yeah yeah alllright. then: dad's side. his dad [papa dick]! hahahhahaha guess what's wrong with him?!? FUCKING LIVER CANCER. isn't that terrific! 8-10 months to live. maybe more maybe less. his doctor's a beauty too. "oh there's something on you liver. a few spots. might be cancer" he goes back "yep! it's cancer..take some medicine to try to slow it down". uhh? it's cancer. it fucking spreads fast. and either way he's gonna die from the big C or from taking the medicine. it's just gonna make the liver slow down then just make it stop at some point. he's gonna be 80. shit happens. i hope they fucking live but hey you drink your drink. smoke your smoke. it catches up to you and bites you in the ass in the end. you get old and your health just isn't the same. and i'm an idiot to still drink and smoke but i have had the worst fucking 3 day headache imaginable. going through packs like they're nothing. eating aspirin like it's candy. pounding down glasses of wine. only to get a wine headache ha. on a lighter note: nana eddie? perfectly fine it seems. figures that CUNT. i wish she would fucking croak. bitches live forever. be an asshole as long as you can. i guess it adds years on. uhhhhhh. that felt good to get it out of my system. i hope nothing but the very best.......... we'll see. Current Mood: irritated (Comment on this)
Friday, July 6th, 2007
2:08 am	"You ate all the chocolate strawberries you whore!"-eyerean yeah hi. this one's for you lorrie. nag yes. hello. again!! i fucking love this song. which one? guess! blind faith is the best combo of eric clapton even though im not too fond of him or his music [though he has a few good ones..though everyone does]. and ginger baker. and the others who cares. way better than cream. [who wants to look at those old fucks?!] rick. how i spent my 4th of july: just when i thought lorrie was going to go home and sleep, a few phone calls and having eyerean and gps direct her on the right path. out the corner of my eye i saw a similar car drive up the road. i thought i was hallucinating or had wishful thinking or maybe i just two together. i think that was the case. how silly. no erick. oh well. other times for that stuff. hampton beach isn't really that great anyway. i hate the reviews and hype and commercialized bullshit that everyone gets excited and drawn into. it's a blackhole is disguise really. just another been there done that experience. i'm so sick of those really. oh well. we were so patriotic and embraced our countries freedom and all the shit it had to do to get the respect and acknowledgement and the well rounding of it all that we.............. saw the movie ratatouille! it was funny. that greg gennaco was a hit. i wish all rats were that animized and had pink jelly bean noses. they're more than rodents you know! they remind me of german shepards. half of blue. sliced down the middle. the brown eye. then we ate and watched 5-10 minutes explosions in the sky. lorrie and i were both lethargic. two slugs. living without a pulse. two living dead girls. and so she decided to go against the rain and wanted to sleep in her own bed and watch eraserhead which she probably did. i know it! sent her off with a gigantic jar of party mix and so long. in the beginning: was eyereans cookout which was fun. drinking from sat night into sunday . started off with wine then it was time to kick it up a notch to margaritas and sail with the captain. a beer inbetween. if is wasn't so hot out i probably would of been belidgerant but everyone was having fun. a highlight of the day was when eyereans friend sandy told me to hold her magarita and eyereans and someone elses. i obviously couldn't juggle such drinks and one make a huge splash of my arm and pants. a tidal wave of tequila. i couldn't stop laughing. sandy said it was okay and they forget to get the others so i just drank them. where's lisa? then. people left. this and that. shots of tequila! ricky got maniacal and snapped and wanted to kill everyone in seabrook. he had to sleep over stephs house because he was out of control. oh well. he's hilarious. nothing phases me. i was pissing my pants laughing. "you little fagget, come suck this!" amazing..really. was he mean? fernando. mmm....yeah cinnamon. today me. eye. a and cinny went to the dog park in portsmouth but there weren't any dogs but only to come 2 old snobby dogs with no energy only to pee and shit really. not friendly at all. so we left. and i got a pair of yet another brown corduroy pants at the good will store only 5 bucks. and hair dye from next door at big lots. revlon dark brown for 4 dollars. looks black to me. ha! oh well. they pulled a fast one on me or either i'm not used to having this dark of a color yet. it confusing when you have really dark brown eyes almost black. and black plugs in your ears. walking value. dark features mixed with white skin. winthrowup beach is awesome! i will come back to you soon! everyone in new hampshire has those stupid vanity license plates and the car infront of us was CRZY JOJO or something stupid like that. and my mother was looking at the dog in the backseat and slammed on the breaks cause it was a red light. pay attention ma! "i'm getting a plate that says CRZY RENE!" ha. time to continue being a wine connaisseur. R.I.P Julia Child this second glass is for you. how about the whole bottle. your soul lives in me. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, May 2nd, 2007
3:18 am	i wanna wrap myself around the blanket. today marks the 20th year of living. why yes, happy birthday to me. 2 decades. that's right. mmmmmmm i can taste dawn's eggplant now. I CAN'T WAITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT. i fucking love eggplant. friday can't come sooner. nothing like a weird shaped vegetable with sauce and melted cheese all over it's sillyself! it will be a better day. more so then most. there will be my dog, my siblings, and my mother to spend time with. like it's suppose to be. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, April 9th, 2007
3:09 am	those were some good times...... "viewerrrr bewareeeeeeeee. you'reeeee innnnnnnnnnn forrrrrrr a sccccare" i love you r.l stine. always. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, February 17th, 2007
4:09 am	My Girl will always be one of my favorites. MORE POWER TO YOU LITTLE SISTER! Flesh allah mesh. Flesh allah mesh. Flesh allah mesh. Flesh allah mesh. He comes over me. I try to fight it. But what's the point. We fall asleep. The next day we have a joint. 'Ode to Ice Cream' by Vada Sultenfuss. I like ice cream a whole lot It tastes good on days that are hot On a cone or in a dish This will be my only wish Vanilla, chocolate, rocky road Even with pie, a la mode. flesh allah mesh, rocky road it's all the same, MAN! feel my aura. i love Jim Rose. and the traveling freaks he is fucking hysterical. "i did heroin for a while. it's such a waste. you're wasting your life, time, and money. it's so boring. all i did was stare at my shoes for all those years" "my friend was like 'HEY JIM, look at that lady, she's beautiful' i was so demotivated to even move my head" remember when it was on tv? adrienne's 6th birthday. taped right over it. hahaha rubberman mr.lifto allllllllllllllllllllright it's 5. time for some candy or something 1.2.3.4.5 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Current Music: terry tom iggy corwin petty-you don't know how it feels (Comment on this)
Friday, February 16th, 2007
3:52 pm	something to take to the powder room, facilities, lavatory, shitter, john. how many bowel movements have you had today? compare and contrast with this. what type do you classify with? most often i identify with type 2. sau-seeeege turds. fucking silly smelly asses. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- i think it's time to let the tim purdum pictures fall where they may. i discovered wallpaper for the very first time. frothing at the mouth like an alcoholic having a seizure. .....welcome to the Zappa jungle of love..... check your pulse, slap your face. it's real. he's just that beautiful. also. a fictional journey/fantasy: zappa and the face made when he smashed my asshole! then we settled down, and used toilet paper as accessories. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, February 13th, 2007
3:29 pm	dolly parton...that..big breasted cunt! where to begin. now or then. now and now then and then then and now. yeah right there. thennow. well this dog is whining and i'm about to jeffrey dahmer her furry ass. i just took her out to piss, does she have a bladder problem? i can't tell. speak english. oh well. just piss on the floor. it's not like you have to undo a belt and pull your pants down. dab yourself with toilet paper if you want. if you want. if you want. what do people update about? nothing to serious or interesting. hmm i could cry about not having a male friend for tomorrow but i don't give a fuck. you're born alone. you die alone. that's all. life is like a book. never judge a book by the cover right? why do people even read? to now what happens in the end. the middle is just a connection to see where the begining leads you. or how im "sick". sick in the head. boo hoo my lips are dry and crusty and my chapstick is in my pocket, if i didn't complain about my life as i type away perhaps i would have a free hand to fetch it. i'm about to end it all. snaggletooth miscalculated time [has come today TIME HEY HEY HEYYYYYY TTTTTTIIIIMMMMMEE cowbells]once again and i stayed awake honoring joey ramone and finishing a pack. get up at 8! 11:30 she came. conversation was funny. a girl she works with complained how she wanted to get laid. 29 and loves dr.pepper and spaghettios. hmmm me? minus 10 years. yeah yeah. so she met a guy. went out with him 3 times then fucked him, used a condom. came back to work told everyone she got laid. then she got the flu and turns out he gave her herpes so she quit the job. what a fool. why? i bet it was small. mercy fucks are nothing. just be celibate. frank zappa is the man i want between my legs. reality hits you, and hey he's dead man. nothing phases me anymore. not even kissing. nothing. i rather be a cynical bitch and say no to sexual offers and do nothing to the guy as he trys to dry hump me. and suggest he stick his bird sized tongue in me. i don't need a man, i don't need a spine. i was blessed with such a great sized tongue. i'll just have to gene simmons stowells' asshole of course. [BECAUSE i'm a dirty little fagget trapped inside a womans body]ohhhhahahaahah yeaaaaaaaaahhh, allllllrighhhhhhhhht!! like what the fuck are you doing? i don't care what your name is. all i feel is frank zappa. that use to be the case. but no longer. nope. i like free but not easy. i like these boots. i could wear this shirt everyday. my hair will be browner. 5 hrs of sleep combined in two days. about 8 cups of coffee. 7 cups of dr.pepper 2 teas and a bottle[s] of wine for later. d-i-a-b-e-t-e-s and a fine buzz. [in 12 days of christmas melody] time to scoop up little boys and suffocate them in my wacky packages napsack and look at their ding-a-lings. their dinky doo dahs. time for a john WINSTON lennon. i'm not yoko! no ono. a nono. (Comment on this)
Monday, January 1st, 2007
12:14 am	i am a traveler of both time and space. typical. at any holiday family gathering. eyerean is passed out on the couch. glass after glass of wine can do that to ya. but in her buzzed/drunkeness of a behavior she will watch the ball drop, and get a jambouri of new year day horns, tambourines, and noisemakers provided by me. clapping and hand jive'n the new year in. shiraz hooraz. hooraz for shiraz. so goooooood so good. this is not as exciting as hoped for since i pre-gamed my new years eve about a week before christmas even arrived. binge drinking for everyday. oh well. live everyday like it's woodstock. allllright. ha aaaaaaaaaallllright. the past two days gone through 5 bottles of wine. haha cocksuckers. i have italianed my self out. but most of the glasses were meaningful toasts to the important females that i have lost.. such as nana phyllis and julia child, the ONLY ones who matter to me. all the other females in this world are proned rape victims. a recylced product for every waste dumpster in the universe. rape. beat. murder biiiiiiiiitch. clean your insides out with a baseball bat. knife to clit. yeah YEAHHHHHHHHHH. there are no cliche resolutions for the new year. i will just paint and create and read between the lines, and swear, and put people who i hate down, and never care for anyone, and tell my dad to fuck off, and love my mother, and ricky, and nothing for adrienne. and drink, and smoke, and kill perhaps. love dogs, hate cats. with lots of intolerance for everyone. continue to wear earth tones, and have poorly to decent hyigene, be cynical, be funny, be homeless, die who knows. who cares. =another 365 days of chaos, klepto, apathy, reclusism, shitting, being free. that's why i have to keep raaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmmlin' on. 5.4.3.2.1 happy fucking new year. (Comment on this)
Monday, December 4th, 2006
3:46 pm	ahubbidahubba eee owwwwww crimson and clover over and over. MY MIND'S SUCH A SWEEEEEEEEEET THING la la la la la look how long my nails got. this color looks wonderful on me!!!!! "Mmmmmm Hmmmmmm" Current Mood: silly ass maniac (Comment on this)
Friday, December 1st, 2006
5:48 pm	here's a cake for ya' ...though, you're only 19 not a 30 rack of pabst blue ribbon. octoberfest is better anywho. Happy Birthday June you slimey slut. we'll celebrate on another date. a 24. just don't lock me out of my living space you cunt. ha. [mono] kiss. (Comment on this)
5:34 pm	<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> So I took a hammer and nearly beat his little brains in Knowing God in heaven could have, never could forgive him So I took a hammer and I nearly beat his brains in :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: shitstains shitstains by the shitstain shore. i think i'm suffering from cable fever.[ha i meant cabin but it is fitting] i hate tv now. HAHAA just kidding i fucking love it. trading spaces right now. though bashing someone's head in would be revolutionary and brilliant. i think i have recovered enough to be sent back into the world of beachmont and friendships and commuting. my visit should be close to end only to come back for christmas. i need to paint something other than my nails. perhaps i will enjoy those markers i stole about 4 days ago. daisy is gonna die. cunt-o-rama's slut . tanks douche-a-rella's fuck . tards flap jack pancake tit-ed piece of worthless shit' ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ruuuuuuuugggggggggggggaaaaaa ============================================================================= ============================================================================= ============================================================================= ============================================================================= ============================================================================= (Comment on this)
Thursday, November 30th, 2006
12:02 pm	i have mono. mano. these are his gifts. yep. on monday or tueday i was fed up and eyerean insisted on seeing a doctor. since the common cold got worse. i knew it was something more. i thought a broncidal infection or strep throat cause i had egg like shaped puss sockets [grossssssssssss]on my tonsils and such and it felt like i was choking on scrambled eggs, come to find out you get those too when you have mono. an infection passed on by kissing. get naked or get the fuck out shindigs, too much fun for one night. got my body all silly. it was an experiance. hesitation, answering stupid questions, what have you. as i waited i saw a delivery man who was a tim purdum replica so i knew no matter what, if i were to die right then and there at least i got something nice to look at even if not the original, but a clone. can i help you? "i hope so" he was so silly. pudgy nigger ass, delicious beard and glasses combo. perhaps a curl tucked under his hat. A+ existance all around. did paperwork without health insurance ha oh well. i can't wait til rick gets the bill. hopefully camille fucks him that day or day before or morning, he can enjoy viewing it over a tasty sundae. then throw the pumkin pie table at the wall. fagget. it's so hard to talk to people i have to bite my tongue and not come off as if i have tourette's. i believe a few fucks were blurted out but swearing is always something to avoid silence. i got a whole physical pretty much, blood work done, checked my pulse 3 times. i was so sweaty and my heart was racing i wanted to get naked and jump in the sink. by the time i left it was normal i suppose i didn't really pay to much attention just agreed. plus the doctor heidi hutch. whadda name was a mousy nice but annoying lady. who looked like marc's ex. concubine? female friend whatever she was. roller skater vans. and i had the devil herself as an assistant. another 4 eyed fuck. monotone geeky tubbo kelly andreoni lady wearing winnie the pooh scrubs. one look at her and i wanted to vomit. she went to touch me and without knowing i backed away like don't touch me. listen girly i will slap those glasses right off your face gesture. she had dry humor i suppose if any. while taking the blood, she filled 2 things up and i said your lucky i don't mind this. and she was like "this is nothing" and i said "i can only imagine how many you fill up daily. and she laughed "yeah a whole lot" haha eat my ass. i got 2 hours of sleep and i just cat napped through the visits of people saying "so you feel cruddy" NOO i fucking came here to make friends. there was kristen quick lines everywhere. do you smoke? "yeah at least 5 daily. pause. not packs." i would hope not. do you drink "i try to compliment each day with a few glasses of wine" they must of thought i was insane. i should be getting a call soon for my throat culture results back. i probably have to take something they give me i still feel congested. i have a feeling, and a followup next week even if i feel fine. suckas. fuck them. yeahYEAHYEAH. enough about that. all i can think about is the tuna in the fridge i better eat it before fatty does. i have until 2. we'll see. more later. (Comment on this)
Saturday, November 25th, 2006
5:25 am	won't you come out to play. Acute Bronchitis What is acute bronchitis? Acute bronchitis is an infection of the bronchial (say: “brawn-kee-ull”) tree. The bronchial tree is made up of the tubes that carry air into your lungs. When these tubes get infected, they swell and mucus (thick fluid) forms inside them. This makes it hard for you to breathe. You may cough upmucus and wheeze (make a whistling sound when you breathe). Kristen: check. What causes acute bronchitis? Acute bronchitis is almost always caused by viruses that attack the lining of the bronchial tree and cause infection. As your body fights back against these viruses, more swelling occurs and more mucus is made. It takes time for your body to kill the viruses and heal the damage to your bronchial tubes. In most cases, the same viruses that cause colds cause acute bronchitis. Research has shown that bacterial infection is a much less common cause of bronchitis than we used to think. Very rarely, an infection caused by a fungus can cause acute bronchitis. Kristen: check How do people get acute bronchitis? The viruses that cause acute bronchitis are sprayed into the air or onto people’s hands when they cough. You can get acute bronchitis if you breathe in these viruses. You can also get it if you touch a hand that is coated with the viruses. Kristen: no more shaking listerine addicts hands on halloween. check. If you smoke or are around damaging fumes (such as those in certain kinds of factories), you are more likely to get acute bronchitis and to have it longer. This is because your bronchial tree is already damaged. Kristen: [as i like one] oh yeah? too fucking bad. exhale. Most cases of acute bronchitis will go away on their own after a few days or a week. It's a good idea to get plenty of rest, drink lots of noncaffeinated fluids (for example, water and fruit juices) and increase the humidity in your environment. Kristen's way of handling this: sitting on the computer listening to dear prudence over and over again, drinking coffee, wine at the moment trying to pass out. smoking. though i like this environment. no dr. pepper? HA! fuck off and die. Because acute bronchitis is usually caused by viruses, antibiotics (medicines that kill bacteria) usually do not help. Even if you cough up mucus that is colored or thick, antibiotics probably won’t help you get better any faster. Kristen: Hmm no shit, thank you body for wasting my mother's money on medicine. money for chocolate or treats instead. If you smoke, you should cut down on the number of cigarettes you smoke, or stop smoking altogether. This will help your bronchial tree heal faster. Kristen: oh well tree. For some people with acute bronchitis, doctors prescribe medicines that are usually used to treat asthma. These medicines can help open the bronchial tubes and clear out mucus. They are usually given with an inhaler. An inhaler sprays the medicine right into the bronchial tree. Your doctor will decide if this treatment is right for you. oh well other than a chronic cough, feeling like i have andre the giant's neck, and a "swelled bronchial tree" i feel great. i hope i don't have this for seven months, but if so i can handle it. at least i'm not a burnt victim from a crystal meth lab that exploded in my face. there's always that. right. i think i'll watch intervention because it makes me feel like a human. one of my favorites is on demand. espisode 27 from season 2 Tammi and Daniel:--------------- Tammi, 45, is an alcoholic despite being raised in an upper middle-class family that provided her with a good education and even golf and tennis lessons. Daniel got hooked on meth after becoming a victim of molestation. Now interventions are their only hope. Current Mood: rooooooooooarrrrrrr (Comment on this)