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I'm bored... so I'm gunna post some stories... here's a story told from two different points of view.... enjoy
Delicate Proposal
I’ve been pacing back and fourth now for what feels like six hours, but in reality it’s been more like six minutes. Nancy couldn’t just tell me last night on the phone. My body was twisting in direst as strange thoughts clouded my once peaceful self. A wake up call at one in the morning, and you’d think Nancy would have given me the common courtesy of at least telling me why she was so freaked out. She always did like to play things up. I guess some things never change. Her tardiness shows further proof.
Stopping my mindless motion I lift my head up to look out the bay window placing my hand across my forehead to shield my already squinting eyes. I can see Nancy’s old Buick pulling up to the curb. It’s painted black, but the bottom has started to rust and you can tell holes are about ready to form. I never understood why she kept that car, because it’s not like she doesn’t have a few grand in her savings. Nancy usually just tells me she can’t let it go. She says she has a strong bond with it and feels connected to it since she’s had it for so long. I just think she’s being illogical, but she’d say I’m just insensitive or something. Whatever, it’s not like she ever takes the time to listen to my side anyway.
The front door is thrown back thanks to my strong grip and a fling of my wrist. I run outside to the side of her car and she waves her hand towards herself.
“Come on Roger get in the car, I’d like to go for a ride with you while we talk if that’s ok”, she speaks rather timidly.
“If it’ll get you to tell me the solution to this puzzle I’ve been going over in my head for the last few hours.” I reply eagerly.
“Yeah Roger, all will be revealed once you get your butt in the car. I pinky promise you.”
“You’re the boss Nancy” I say as I crack open the passenger door of the rust bucket.
We pull away from my house and drive around the side streets in my neighborhood. She is probably taking a short cut towards the closest highway entrance. Whenever Nancy and I have a “talk” she likes to drive along the beach, and I will admit it’s honestly a nice contrast. If only she’d talk to me now instead of leaving me in suspense. The silence in this car is maddening.
We reach the ramp to head west and as she merges she breaks the ice.
“I have something to tell you, and I want you to please try and remain calm. I know how you get Roger, but this is big. This is bigger than we’ve ever known.” Nancy lets creep slowly out of her mouth.
“Well what is it? Tell me. I’m tired of you dragging this out”
“Roger seriously you need to stop with the insensitive bull shit, at least for this drive. Fact is when I said big I should have said huge.”
“Spit it out already please” I say staring her in the eye. I don’t get how she doesn’t understand that all she’s doing is making this worse for us.
“Fine if you’re going to act this way then I’ve got every right to be a bitch to you. Guess what Roger, we’re pregnant.”
“What? How? I always use protection. There’s no way I could have gotten you pregnant.”
“Nothing is one hundred percent and you know that Roger.”
“Is it mine? Honestly, I mean how else can you become pregnant since I always put on a damn condom.”
It couldn’t be mine, there’s no way. We both decided at the start that we’d use condoms. Condoms aren’t one hundred percent effective my ass.
Infuriated Nancy responds, “You prick. How could you ever accuse me of cheating on you? I love you and now we’re going to be bringing in a new life to this world.”
“What? You want to keep this kid? Nancy, we cannot afford a child and you know that. We’re both still in college and we both work little menial part time jobs. About the only money we have is the little we could save from paycheck to paycheck.”
“Roger we’ll find a way. We love each other and I know we could be good parents.” She says rather endearingly.
“Nancy, I don’t even know if this is my kid and I hate to say it, but all the love in the world won’t pay for diapers. I think the smartest thing to do would be pooling our money together so you can get an abortion.”
Suddenly the atmosphere in the front seat grew heavier as Nancy screamed, “How dare you? I would never kill my baby, and since I know the baby is also yours I would hope to at least see the same fucking feelings from you Roger.”
“You’re being irrational. Even if it is my kid an abortion would be the fraction of the cost of caring for a kid. I love you, but I don’t want to bust my ass working two jobs. I don’t want to drop out of school.” I yell back.
I wish she would just stop being so selfish and see that keeping this kid will just ruin both of our lives. God damn it, how long until we reach the beach. I could really use the cooling breeze to flush out this blazing tension.
“Roger are you seriously that cold hearted? How could you say you love me if you could kill our baby?” She continues to scream as tears start to roll off her cheek bones and onto the dark blue denim leaving an even more shaded mark.
“Yes Nancy, I do love you. I love you enough to not let you ruin your life by having a kid at such a young age. You may not think it, but I have both of our best interests in mind.” I say reverting to a calmer tone.
“Well Roger I don’t care. I’m going to have this baby whether you’re going to be there for us or not.” Nancy says with force.
She’s so stubborn. Why can’t she see I’m just trying to do what’s best for the two of us?
“Nancy, sometimes I thin….”
That’s when it happened. We were too busy screeching at one another. We were too busy with the future to care about the present. I felt like I was caught in that moment for an eternity. In reality it was more like six seconds. Within the first two seconds I had already flown through the windshield. The following three seconds involved my rag doll body slamming into a construction vehicle we had just pulverized. And in the last second my shredded body collapsed onto the pavement. I hope Nancy is ok.
Mother’s Instinct
It’s already seven as I rush out the door and make my way towards my black Buick. My head is overrun with things that I’d never thought I’d be going through. How am I going to tell Roger? I can’t be worrying like this, at this rate I’m going to be even later, and the last thing I need is Roger to be on edge right now.
Bolting into the driver’s seat I peel out of the drive way as I back up and change hard into first before making my way down the block. My head won’t shut up. I can feel the veins in my head pulsing. God how am I going to tell him?
As I pull up to his house I make sure to slow down before stopping along the curb. Roger thinks I drive too fast, and I think he worries too much, but then again now I’m the one who is overly concerned. I see him at the door of his house and he runs toward me. I pull myself out of the car and greet him with a smile and with my hand waving towards myself I beckon him.
“Come on Roger get in the car, I’d like to go for a ride with you while we talk if that’s ok”, I say rather unsure.
“If it’ll get you to tell me the solution to this puzzle I’ve been going over in my head for the last few hours.” He replies quickly.
“Yeah Roger, all will be revealed once you get your butt in the car. I pinky promise you.”
The idea of a pinky promise always meant something special to Roger and I because of its childlike qualities. We’d known one another since we were young, we’d grown up together, and now we’d hopefully be growing together in a wonderful way with this gift.
“You’re the boss Nancy” Roger says as he makes his way into his escort.
After Roger sits down I click my seat belt into place, and pull away from his house making my way through the labyrinth that is his neighborhood. I know a subject like this required a certain sort of security only the beach could bring me. As soon as we reach the highway I’ll have the courage to talk to Roger. If only this exit were closer.
A few minutes pass and we reach the on ramp to the parkway. A wave of relief comes over me as I signal and get onto it. Now I’m ready.
“I have something to tell you, and I want you to please try and remain calm. I know how you get Roger, but this is big. This is bigger than we’ve ever known.”
“Well what is it? Tell me. I’m tired of you dragging this out” Roger speaks as a scowl on his face appears.
“Roger seriously you need to stop with the insensitive bull shit, at least for this drive. Fact is when I said big I should have said huge.”
He’s mad already. I’ve barely said anything even remotely close to what I want to say and already he’s heading towards red. Downhill is where I hope this will not go.
“Spit it out already please” He says glaring at me.
That’s it. It’s time to drop the hammer.
“Fine if you’re going to act this way then I’ve got every right to be a bitch to you. Guess what Roger, we’re pregnant.”
“What? How? I always use protection. There’s no way I could have gotten you pregnant.” He says sternly.
“Nothing is one hundred percent and you know that Roger.” I volley back with.
“Is it mine? Honestly, I mean how else can you become pregnant since I always put on a damn condom.”
Did he just imply what I think he implied. I’m not a fucking whore. I love Roger, why does he have to pull this shit? He knows I’d never sleep around on him. He’s my sunshine. What’s with the eclipse? Eclipse or not this won’t stand.
“You prick. How could you ever accuse me of cheating on you? I love you and now we’re going to be bringing in a new life to this world.”
Rather condescending Roger replies, “What? You want to keep this kid? Nancy, we cannot afford a child and you know that. We’re both still in college and we both work little menial part time jobs. About the only money we have is the little we could save from paycheck to paycheck.”
I plea to him, “Roger we’ll find a way. We love each other and I know we could be good parents.”
“Nancy, I don’t even know if this is my kid and I hate to say it, but all the love in the world won’t pay for diapers. I think the smartest thing to do would be pooling our money together so you can get an abortion.”
Then, I cracked, and shouted, “How dare you? I would never kill my baby, and since I know the baby is also yours I would hope to at least see the same fucking feelings from you Roger.”
“You’re being irrational. Even if it is my kid an abortion would be the fraction of the cost of caring for a kid. I love you, but I don’t want to bust my ass working two jobs. I don’t want to drop out of school.” He booms in retort.
How? How can he be so selfish? All he cares about is HIS job and HIS schoolwork. What about me and the baby Roger? What about the people you’re supposed to love and care for?
“Roger are you seriously that cold hearted? How could you say you love me if you could kill our baby?” I continue to scream as tears well up from my eyes and spill down my face onto my new jeans. They’re barely a week old and already I stained them.
“Yes Nancy, I do love you. I love you enough to not let you ruin your life by having a kid at such a young age. You may not think it, but I have both of our best interests in mind.” He says as he slowly calms down.
That’s right Roger you made me cry so now you calm down. Deep down I bet he knows just as I do this didn’t have to happen.
“Well Roger I don’t care. I’m going to have this baby whether you’re going to be there for us or not.” I say with pride.
“Nancy, sometimes I thin….” And Roger was cut short.
As I listened to him try and reply I turned my head away to look back out the windshield, but I saw it too late. My Buick, as strong as it is turned into an accordion when it ran head long into that truck. As my seatbelt snapped hard across my chest, I saw Roger fly through the glass and disappear after hitting into the truck. When he went sailing through the air the glass splashed inward scrapping and cutting away my features. I can’t hear Roger. I can’t hear anything for that matter. There are small wisps of light swooping in front of my eyes. I can’t keep my eyes open. I hope Roger is ok.
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I'm writing a few stories right now for my creative writing class... because i procrastinate til the last minute all the time... anyways... i really liked this one i wrote... so tell me what ya think...
Edit... i read this the next day... and although it isn't bad... it's really only the frame work of a story... I need to add a lot more detail and more aspects to Diane... in this version she's only a shadow really... need to stop leaving things so open ended
Going on Holiday
Dawn, the exact moment day breaks on a muggy august morning when neighbors could first hear Ben Harper scurrying around in his small levit home. Ben was packing for a trip. He had his luggage lying open on his freshly made bed, the sheets were dryer fresh. With great care he placed his socks first, followed by his briefs and undershirts making sure to keep an even layer to place his pressed khakis and polo shirts. Ben was afflicted with obsessive compulsive disorder and he needed everything to be perfect before he left for his trip.
In the background you could hear the slow trickling of piano keys like rain pattering against a window sill. A somber yet angelic tune blended into the atmosphere. These were recordings of Ben’s wife’s work. Her name was Diane and she was a renowned pianist and quite the opposite of Ben. While Ben was calm and reserved, Diane was wild and unadulterated. Despite this personality however, something deep down inside cried out these brooding ballads.
The thought of Diane raced through Ben’s mind during the entire preparation of his departure. Diane had been away now for three weeks. Diane had never been away for more than three days. Ben was lost in solitude and longed for his polar opposite attraction.
When his bags were finished being organized Ben rose from his knees and pulled himself up onto the bed. He let out a sigh, and sat there for a moment feeling out the energy in the air. He placed his hands on his knees as his body pulled toward the sky, he was ready.
Ben walked out of the bedroom with his luggage strapped across his chest while another hung from his left hand. He made his way cautiously down the stairs and across the living room towards the door that lead to the garage. With a loose grip Ben turns the tarnished knob with his right hand and pushes. He walks up to his ninety-eight Camry and put’s down the luggage in his left hand while using his right to swipe the one along his chest. He walks out of the garage after placing his luggage onto the ground. Ben snatches the keys from the key hook on the living room wall outside the door of the garage and heads back towards his car, Diane’s cries trail behind him.
Ben opens the trunk of his transport placing the luggage between the tire jack and gas can. He makes sure to wipe them both off with a moisten toilette he pulls from his coat pocket before putting his luggage down. Ben gently allows the trunk to fall back down as he floats along the driver’s side and unlocks his door. He lifts the handle and slides into the car. Inside Diane is muffled, but understood.
Ben pulls the seat belt across his chest and turns the ignition to his car. After a little coaxing the engine starts, but Ben quickly turns the engine off, undoes his seat belt, and walks out of his car and back into his home. Distraught Ben races towards his kitchen and out the back door. Ben had forgotten to put the recycling bins out onto the curb.
Hearing Diane as went he dragged the yellow bins out from his backyard and out into the front. He made sure to place the bins on the very edge of the freshly trimmed grass still matted with dew exactly five feet from the driveway. Ben took in a deep breath as his eyes waved back and fourth down his block. He turned his back on everything he saw and made his way back into his home. Diane grew closer as he grew nearer to the house.
Inside he made his way back to the garage and climbed back into his place. Ben put his seat belt back on and made sure that it would stay tight if it needed to by jerking it forward hastily. He turned the key and the car came to life. Ben let out a sigh and sunk into his chair. He slowly raised his left arm to press the button to crack his window open slightly. Ben then crossed his hands over his stomach and closed his eyes. He didn’t bother to open the garage door to pull out, because he was already on the road. Diane’s voice slowly faded in and out as he breathed in the carbon monoxide.
Diane had been away now for three weeks. Diane had never been away for more than three days. Ben was lost in solitude and longed for his polar opposite attraction. Ben was finally on his way to see Diane.
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| Will Gace > State Trooper |
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so... i'm doing 65 on my way home from applebee's... and it's a 40 m/hr speed limit on conklin.... i pass alex's car... and suddenly a state trooper like appears out of no where... then he matches my speed and drives next to me for a bit... turn my head to him... turn it back... and he drives off... this made me laugh a lot... so i called alex... and he's telling me dumb fuckin luck yada yada w/e... and apparently him jon jay and brian all agreed that because i have a shaved head and a semper fi sticker of my bumper thats why the cop just drove off... i think it's just because i'm awesome... so imma stick with that theory... < 3
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so i did something, but i'm not telling what.... if you see me though... you'll clearly be able to tell... SURPRISE!
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less than 6 months... so close yet so far
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I've made a lot of choices in life... and I really am hoping this is leading to something bigger... I wish I would have listened to what I wanted for myself more than I have... Being influenced by others does nothing but slow down my own progress... Not in the sense that I shouldn't have encountered anyone and heard what they had to say... However I should have taken more of it with a grain of salt... Guided not steered... I want to go on a road trip this summer... probably sometime in august... go away for like 2 weeks or so... see the country... see all the horrors she has to offer... and all the beauty... I say august, but I'm not 100% as to when my summer courses will be... Hopefully august will be free... go from here... visit johnny in Chicago... then from there make our way to cali and then back... if anyone is interested let me know... because I really want to do this while I still can
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[18 Feb 2007|05:19pm] |
jewbish found mah phone while cleaning out bertha... so I have one again... and my phone book!
p.s. my job can go to hell for not compensating me for fucking up my pants on the shitty registers while doing a task for a manager I hate
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[09 Feb 2007|05:45pm] |
I've lost my cellphone... good luck contacting me >_>b
lord knows i don't have anyones number memorized either... so I won't be calling you ^^
most likely a blessing in disguise honestly
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I live in a world of one sided experiences... where the other person I'm interacting with attributes whatever happened to something asinine... I am greatly affected and they don't even seem to stir... although... in the moment you could swear they are just as affected... but they'll make up some pathetic excuse... and you see how little it really means to them... so I'm left feeling empty and alone... while the other is more than likely not even phased a bit... FUCK YOU
she spread herself wide open to let the insects in
she leaves a trail of honey to show me where she's been
she has the blood of reptile just underneath her skin
seeds from a thousand others drip down from within
OH MY BEAUTIFUL LIAR
OH MY PRECIOUS WHORE
my disease my infection
I am so impure
devils speak of the ways in which she'll manifest
angels bleed from the tainted touch of my caress
need to contaminate to alleviate this loneliness
I now know the depths I reach are limitless
OH MY BEAUTIFUL LIAR
OH MY PRECIOUS WHORE
my disease my infection
I am so impure
OH MY BEAUTIFUL LIAR
OH MY PRECIOUS WHORE
my disease my infection
I am so impure
OH MY BEAUTIFUL LIAR
OH MY PRECIOUS WHORE
my disease my infection
I am so impure
notice certain things are in caps... I wonder why... wait... no I don't
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I live in a world full of regret... and I can't stand it...
I really hope Chicago will change that... too bad it's a while from now...
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so... this story is for my creative writing class... its the first like 3 pages... we had to write a story based on a story already written, but from a different point of view... so I chose the story "Where are you going? Where have you been?" by Joyce Carol Oates, only instead of Connie's point of view the story is from Arnold Friend's point of view.... i also modernized the story slightly because music references are from a very different time then i'm living in now... lj prob gunna mess up a lot of the things like the indents on new paragraphs and possibly apostrophes and such.... anyways... this is the start... i'll post the full thing when it's done...
“Take Her Somewhere She’s Never Been”
There’s a thick condensation slowly creeping upward from the base of the windshield. It’s hard to tell whether the fog was coming from the exhaust pipes of the myriad of gas guzzlers sputtering carbon monoxide into the already thick summer air or whether the catalyst for this was the heavy inhaling and exhaling of smoke from the aluminum pipe I had purchased earlier in the day from the head shop off exit twenty-nine west. All I knew was I needed to get some sort of escape from this stale air, so I threw my glittering gold beauty into reverse and sped over to a more vacant area of the lot. I flip a switch to the right of my steering wheel and the black vinyl top creaks as it folds in on itself and tucks itself neatly away into a compartment while the stagnant air from inside mixes with the warm breath of summer. I inhale hard and long, as if I’m taking in my first taste of oxygen. My friend Ellie groans and shifts on the black leather bench seat invoking it to squeak along with him. It’s a quarter to eight on a Friday, why am I sitting in this Bob’s Big Boy lot?
Cutting my eyes I scan along the outside of the living, breathing, heaving creature that was Bob’s watching all those young ripe precious faces gliding back and fourth from their cars to the mouth of The Big Boy. It’s been too long I think. It’s been too long since I’ve indulged in the flesh, too long since I’ve immersed myself in that state of euphoria. Just then my eyes jut open as the image of an angel appears out of the corner of my left eye. Dark Golden Blonde locks to match my sparkling beauty bopped up and down tapping against her shoulders as she swung her face side to side as if music was resonating from her beating heart. She was something you were afraid to look at for too long at first for fear that she would boil you from the inside with the energy from the aura she carried. She was something worth worshipping, but that didn’t matter because she was mine the moment her mother gave birth to her and gave her a Christian name.
Now just a few feet away my goddess seems to have taken notice to my longing gaze and is now squinting to get a better look at her future lover. I return the gesture widening my thin lips into an ear to ear grin, and brush my thick shaggy midnight bangs aside to get a clearer view. She pulls herself back and turns away walking at first, but slowly her acceleration rises. However, I think she’s taken a shine to me because she keeps turning back to look at me. Lowering my shades slightly I penetrate her with my onyx eyes. Letting out a laugh I raise my right hand waving my index finger and I’m thinking out loud, “Gunna get you, baby.” And with that she ran off, but don’t fret my dear; your daddy’s coming home; Arnold’s coming home to stay.
I had to find out her name; I had to live in her world; I had to know what she felt; I knew in order to do this I’d have to ask around and hear what they had to say. And over the course of a week they had a lot to share with my best mate Ellie and your’s truly with not one iota of suspicion or worry in my investigation. Then again why should they worry, I’m just the same as them; a friend; their friend; good old Arnold Friend. They saw that in me I believe, that I was just like one of them, and it didn’t matter so they just spilled their guts all over the table when I probed.
Her name was Connie; she was fifteen. Everything about her seemed to give off a certain melody, even the sound of her name as it rolled off my tongue. So I continued to learn everything I could about her and her family. If I was going to take her hand the least I could do was show some interest in her life. So my brain became a sponge sopping up every drop of knowledge that crossed my path. I found out all about her distant uncaring father; her jealous condescending mother; her polar opposite elder sister; or as I hoped to call them dad, mom, and sis. I thought about talking to them before I took my sweet Connie, but I knew regardless of what they had to say she was going to be mine and we were going to live in rapture for the rest of her days. Her days, those days were numbered and they calculated perfectly into my infinite life span. In a sense she would live on forever as a part of me, a part of my bigger picture.
It just so happened that in my studies I learned there was a barbeque planned for this upcoming Sunday at Connie’s aunt Tillie’s house. The beauty in this was due to Connie’s flighty nature I was told by this boy Eddie she hung around with that she would probably either forget about it or opt not to go at all. I knew it was a gamble just showing up at her home uninvited with no actual proof that her family would be away from the nest, but life is a game of chance and I’m willing to place my chip on fate shining in my favor. So I wait as the glee inside me is overflowing with the anticipation of Sunday, our day.
Sunday morning comes and begins to fade into early afternoon as I climb into the driver’s seat of my golden girl, with Ellie sliding in through the passenger’s side. The morning dew is still sticking to the hood and makes her shine as bright as a polished wedding ring when the sun hits her. Do you think it’s a sign? I roll down the window slowly before closing the door so I can get a grip on the top of it to make a nice slam to send my mind to where my body will need to be if things get hot. The cool dew from the door feels soothing on my palm and creates a nice balance with the slam and I know I’m ready to go.
I turn the key to the ignition and rev the engine to my sweet baby. I hope Connie and her get along. Throwing her into gear I pull out of the driveway with a screech leaving skid marks on the canyon filled asphalt. My speakers are blaring this hot new radio program called XYZ Sunday Jamboree, and they’re playing this kicking Primus song called Is it luck? Do you think it’s a sign? Is it luck? Well is it?
It isn’t long before we turn onto Connie’s block, and as the steering wheel turned back into its starting position I could feel the knots in my stomach turning in the opposite direction. I was getting butterflies for the first time in years. This Connie was something special and the last thing I wanted to do was get cold feet now. Snap out of it Arnold. Connie wants a strong reliable man, not a yellow bellied coward. As we grew closer to our destination I saw that her father’s car was no where in sight. Is it luck?
Ellie and I pulled into the driveway slowly. You could hear the gravel on the driveway shift and crunch as it passed in between the treads of my tires. It caused my heart to slam against my rib cage with every outward pump. That’s when I caught a glimpse of my angel in the window of her living room as I slowly passed her stopping along the side door of the house. I knew this was it. It was finally time for the two of us to form one, but I didn’t want to come on too strong so I decided I would just honk the horn a few times to see if that was enough to catch her attention. If it wasn’t then I’d take a more direct approach.
A moment later fortune seems to have smiled upon me again because there’s my goldilocks hanging her slender body halfway out the screen door with her petite toes curling over the wooden ledge. I bat away my bangs from the lenses of my mirror sunglasses to take her all in. With a sigh of relief I give her my previous gesture at the Big Boy, my flawless smile.
“I didn’t show up too late did I? I was worried you wouldn’t have waited up for me.” I say a little timid at first.
“What? Listen I have no idea who the hell you are, so how could you be late showing up?” Connie said with disdain.
“Baby It’s me, I told ya I’d be around didn’t I?”
“Stop acting like I know you. I’ve never seen you in my life.” She said as she leaned her weight into the frame of the door.
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[02 Feb 2007|04:31pm] |
Dear America,
How dumb can you be? Specifically Boston. Are we that afraid of our own shadow at this point? Taking an add campaign for a cartoon series on adult swim and calling it a bomb hoax, and terror advertising. Do you realize how ridiculous that statement is? One, how can this be a bomb hoax when there was no bomb threat to begin with. They were signs that had been up for over 2 weeks I believe it was. Honestly consider the fact that if these were bombs they would have detonated prior to this incident by several days if not weeks. Two, there was no indication that this was terror advertising. They were light up signs, that the city of Boston took as something else. Cartoon Network wasn't trying to scare you into watching ATHF by setting up signs of the Mooninites that could possibly explode and ruin your paranoid little lives. The only scare tactics set up were by the city of Boston itself. You live in a state of fear and ignorance and instead of blaming yourselves for this entire incident like you should, you blame a TV network and an advertising company for your irrational actions. Good job! What I also found hilarious is all Boston has done was just give ATHF advertising time they didn't even intend for. There's no such thing as bad publicity.
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[26 Jan 2007|03:01pm] |
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I can't even meet someone new... without some douche from my past coming along and somehow fucking it up... logic dictates if you are told something discouraging about someone you ask them about it... you shouldn't just believe everything you're told... god damn it... I hope I find out which douche it was... I really fucking do...
reminds me of a quote I always liked...
"If you believe everything you read, better not read."
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[21 Jan 2007|05:06am] |
People have told me to look forward in life... not to look back on the past... only to learn and grow from it... those people don't have my past... and those people don't have their past randomly popping up here and there... /sigh....
i felt like writing something small...
Water breaks... choppy... crashing into one another.... creating ripples... echo through and through... out and out.... endless stream.... free flowing existence... no chance of looking back... everything in a constant state of change... electric not stagnant... living breathing heaving bust... birth maturation puberty adulthood menopause prostate exam mammogram dialysis demise... living breathing heaving bust....
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was cleaning up my room going through papers and shit... found a note from M.../sigh... i hate my past..
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the only reason u called this morn was because you read the previous post... grow up and stop snooping around... if you want to know something about my life or anything for that matter... just ask me... because this shit makes me want to talk to you less
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[12 Jan 2007|03:24am] |
well... my childhood dog died... i didn't get to be there when she was burried... i heard all the news surrounding my dogs condition from my sister bcuz my father couldnt even tell me... and i left my linkshell in game that i was in for almost 2 yrs....
I've been better
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She said: But I'm young and always leave my options open
He said: I'm not someones option, I want to be someones decision. Their actual choice.
sometimes i say or write something... then i go back and read it... and go... thats a good line
i got my job back... union rep called and threatened an arbitration since they've been given plenty of time to come to a decision... and of course they didn't want it to go that far... so i start working again next week... just would have been nice if i didn't miss 3 weeks of work.. w/e mini vacation....
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