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Saturday, August 18th, 2007
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5:34 am - arrested development
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narrator: tobias listens to a day's worth of his own words, to see what michael was referring to... on tape: ...even if it means me taking a chubby, i will suck it up. tobias: nothing wrong with that. on tape: oh, i've been in the film business for a while, but i just can't seem to get one in the can. tobias: it's out of context. on tape: i wouldn't mind kissing that man between the cheeks! narrator: ...and he realized there is something distinct about the way he speaks. tobias: tobias, you blowhard! [chuckles]
tobias aka mrs. featherbottom: okay, who'd like a banger in the mouth? [laughs] right, i forgot, here in the states, you call it a sausage in the mouth! michael: we just call it a sausage.
buster: mom is becoming a little controlling. michael: what tipped you off? when she locked you out on the balcony again? buster: that was half my fault. i thought i saw a graham cracker out there.
michael: you know, the feeling that you're feeling is just what many of us call...a feeling. job: it's not like envy, or even hungry. michael: could it be love? job: i know what an erection feels like, michael. no, it's the opposite- it's like my heart is getting hard...maybe i am ready to be a father.
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| Monday, June 25th, 2007
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3:45 pm - every day turns out to be a little bit more like Bukowski...
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Trapped
don't undress my love you might find a mannequin: don't undress the mannequin you might find my love.
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| Saturday, June 2nd, 2007
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12:37 am - sex, drugs, and cocoa puffs...
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"Okay-now, don't take this the wrong way, because I'm probably just nuts, and I'm probably just too fucked up to know what's going on, and I'm probably overreacting for no valid reason, and I hate to sound unreasonable or immature, and I don't want to sound pretentious, but elks are prevalent. And perhaps this is out of line and I'm certainly open to debate on this issue, but I need to go on record and say that I am not 100 percent comfortable with the situation regarding this truck at the moment, because I have a feeling that we are all going to die."
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| Thursday, May 31st, 2007
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10:21 pm - feel good hit of the summer!
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nicotine, valium, vicodin, marijauna, ecstasy, and alcohol...c-c-c-c-cocaaaaiiinnneeeee.
current music: queens of the stone age
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| Friday, May 11th, 2007
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11:00 pm - if i love You
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| Thursday, May 10th, 2007
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3:36 pm - what i'm sayin' is that i'm saying what i'm sayin'...
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There are only so many ways to pardon our divide. Let's sew the canyon to the sky. It must be pretty nice, my fellow band. I'll miss you much. I think we overestimate our places underground. Oh, oh, what have you given me? Nothing and everything...
i miss you, lady.
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| Wednesday, May 9th, 2007
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1:07 am - you're lucky this isn't a basketball game, buddy, or that'd be a double-technical!
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life is fan-FUCKING-tastic!
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| Friday, March 16th, 2007
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10:23 pm - blah.
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i hate assholes. what a shit day. this calls for some slug lovin'.
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| Thursday, March 8th, 2007
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10:46 pm - say crack again!
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so...
a lot has gone on in the past couple of days. considering there are stories going around that even i haven't heard, i decided it would be a good idea to fill people in on the truth.
i got kicked out of my house for various reasons. my parents freaked out and wanted me to come back home, but i don't want to go back.
so, apparently, callan and i have "run away." we're so good at running away, infact, that we are staying at her parents' house- ten minutes away from my own. we should do this more often. i mean, if that constitutes running away, i've run away thousands of times before and will continue to do so despite the fact that i am a legal adult.
did you know that adults can run away from home? now you know. did you know that you can take a restraining order against someone because they don't live with you anymore? now you know. did you know that i am doing "heavy" drugs again? now you know.
too bad all of that is FALSE. guns are good!
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| Thursday, February 15th, 2007
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2:06 pm - hXc lyrics
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GO THROUGH LIFE WITH YOUR TEETH GRITTED AND YOUR KNUCKLES WHITE.
throwing up bullshit. over and over. into your open mouth. it's your fault. you fed it to me. it's time for this to stop. and the solution? is death. take your last breath. there are strings attached, and they're wrapped around your neck like a noose. (tight like a tiger) no one need pay their last respects. you respected no one. your facade was bullshit. and it fooled no one. thank god it's over.
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