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Quick post, uhh, I recall actually going to the theater with Tianna & Dani to see “Saw 6″(Dani really wanted to see it.) I didn’t mind, I like seeing how people die in those flicks. I personally didn’t think the movie was that bad, even though they’re dragging shit on and on. Is it wrong of me to want girls who are newbie to girls, but also claim to be curious about girls, and approve of one another, to want them to live and experience? That’s rhetorical, cuz I didn’t think so!
Another years gone by.
Saw Kelly randomly at Hot Topic–I ended up accompanying Tianna to go to Hot Topic because her lip ring was bothering her and she wanted to get a different one. I totally forgot that little Kelly worked there, and whilst in this filthy fucking human meat jam packed store(for Halloween I presume) someone pushes me from behind and almost gets a blade to their throat, which turned out to be Kelly. God damn Kelly, did you shrink or something, were you always that short? Haha, even Tianna told her so. She greeted and hugged, where I reciprocated with a Tom hug with my hand around her throat for the jump scare, before I let her go to do the same to Tianna. She had to stay busy and do that work thing. We waited around for a bit for some help, then caught some black dude hitting on Kelly whilst using her job to do so, hilarious. I didn’t know if I should have gone over there and saved her or just watch her in action and let her deal with it and suffer, haha. It didn’t last long enough anyway, until she came near us and made THAT face, yeah, haha. I saw the same black dude trying to hollar at this other hottie in the shop by using the job as the starter as well, funny shit, who does that? Short small talk, then left.
I didn’t do anything for Halloween except play Grand Theft Auto: The Ballad of Gay Tony.
However, I had a tattoo appointment the next day, Sunday, sat for about 3 hours, got through all of it pretty quickly actually. Finished all of the line work, started shading the center face before calling it a day. Face needs a little bit more shading + colors. Wings need to be shaded and colored as well;
Doug is the best.
I travel through time on a set of wings, spaceship named epoch after time. Big beats dig beats from 2k5 from compromised on my hard drive. Get a new home to in-breathe new life like I brought life to the 8 bit canon, time to cron the Crono songs back in the matrix, outta stasis. Tell a story, allegory, symbols to a bass drum and a cymbal. Oh so simple, the cycle cycles, words of the spam disciple. “Where did I come from?” Question asked. I’m on a quest to kill the pain locked in my past. Scars, abuse, and insults rubbed salt in the wound of a nerdy goon. Now I spread seeds of hope, spread seeds of change for the future mang. Spread ‘em to Doan, then off to the Proto Dome–a healthy man indeed. When I was a kid, myself intrigued by the lifestyle free-styled well in greed. A seed was all I’d need to get up on that spaceship, go warp speed. Planted, rooted, I’m space-suited, suited for anything, born recruited. And I tell you, listen close to the words I speak and rap the most. I stay timeless and struggle with time less, time does time, and I do mine. With this machine, I never age, a date with eternity, years in days. Years I played, on earth I stayed, bound by the sounds of the ones I hate, ones engraved in my minds eye; told me I’m different and geeky, right? Now I done flipped it and I space-shipped it. I jet biked it and found that I liked it. Take my seeds and plant them, fight it, show that nerd life off, never hide it.
-YTCracker/The Day The World Revived (Chrono Trigger/Yasunori Mitsuda)
Originally published at systom.org. You can comment here or there.
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| Memory Lane 101 |
[01 Nov 2009|10:20pm] |
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Lately I’ve been hard to reach, I’ve been too long on my own. Everybody has a private world where they can be alone. Are you calling me, are you trying to get through? Are you reaching out for me, girl, I’m reaching out for you.
I’m just so fucking depressed, I just can’t seem to get out this slump. If I could just get over this hump, but I need somethin’ to pull me out this dump. I took my bruises, took my lumps, fell down, and I got right back up, but I need that spark to get psyched back up in order for me to pick the mic back up. I don’t know how or why or when I ended up this position I’m in, I’m startin’ to feel dissin’ again, so I decided just to pick this pen up and try to make an attempt to vent, but I just can’t admit or come to grips with the fact that I may be done with rap, I need a new outlet. And I know some shits so hard to swallow, but I just can’t sit back and wallow in my own sorrow, but I know one fact; I’ll be one tough act to follow, one tough act to follow, I’ll be one tough act to follow here today, gone tomorrow, but you’d have to walk a thousand miles
in my shoes just to see what it’s like to be me, I’ll be you, lets trade shoes just to see what it’d be like to feel your pain, you feel mine, go inside each others minds just to see what we’d find, look at shit through each others eyes.
But don’t let ‘em say you ain’t beautiful, they can all get fucked, just stay true to you.
So don’t let ‘em say you ain’t beautiful, they can all get fucked, just stay true to you.
I think I’m starting to lose my sense of humor, everything’s so tense and gloom, I almost feel like I gotta check the temperature of the room just as soon as i walk in. It’s like all eyes on me, so I try to avoid any eye contact, cuz if I do that, then it opens the door for conversation, like I want that. I’m not looking for extra attention, I just wanna be just like you, blend in with the rest of the room, maybe just point me to the closest restroom. I don’t need no fucking man servant, tryin’ to follow me around and wipe my ass, laugh at every single joke I crack and half of ‘em ain’t even funny like; “Hahhhhh! Marshall, you’re so funny man, you should be a comedian, god damn!” Unfortunately, I am, I just hide behind the tears of a clown. So why don’t you all sit down, listen to the tale that I’m about to tell, hell we don’t gotta trade our shoes and you ain’t gotta walk no thousand miles
Nobody asked for life to deal us with these bullshit hands we’re dealt, we gotta take these cards ourselves and flip ‘em, don’t expect no help. Now I could’ve either just sat on my ass and pissed and moaned or take this situation in which I’m placed in and get up and get my own. I was never the type of kid to wait by the door and pack his bags and sat on the porch and hoped and prayed for a dad to show up who never did. I just wanted to fit in in every single place, every school I went, I dreamed of being that cool kid even if it meant acting stupid. Aunt Edna always told me keep making that face, it’ll get stuck like that, meanwhile I’m just standing there holding my tongue trynwa twalk like dwis. Till I stuck my tongue on that frozen stop sign pole at 8 years old, I learned my lesson then cuz I wasn’t trying to impress my friends no more. But I already told you my whole life story, not just based on my description. Cuz where you see it from where you’re sittin’, it’s probably 110% different. I guess we would have to walk a mile in each others shoes at least, what size you wear? I wear tens, lets see if you can fit your feet
Yeah, to my babies; Stay strong, Dad’ll be home soon. And to the rest of the world, god gave you them shoes to fit you, so put ‘em on and wear ‘em. Be yourself man, be proud of who you are. And even if it sounds corny, don’t ever let anyone tell you you ain’t beautiful.
-Eminem/Beautiful
So I’ve always wanted to write about times in my past, the good and the bad old history. Before my writing days, before livejournal, before all of that. I guess I’d have a lot to say in all types of subjects and experiences. For now, I wanna take a walk back to a particular class/room in high school. Waianae High School, Hawaii, Oahu.
I don’t recall what year it was exactly, freshman or sophomore year since I only put in 2 years of high school of which I flunked the first year of high school…but for some reason they stuck me in all sophomore classes, it never made any sense to me. Anyway, this particular class was a math class. It was thee lowest math class you could attend to in this high school. Why? Well I won’t lie, I never particularly was fond of math at all–not because I find it to be hard or anything, but beyond the basics, it’s just pointless to me. I can honestly say I have no idea how to do algebra at all, and I don’t care either. However, during those times, since I had failed the first year of high school, I wasn’t making any sorta effort to be good in anything during that time, my report card read like this; F, F, F, F, B, F, practically. B? Art. So anyway, this class was probably thee most entertaining class I have ever had, and this is why, story time;
When the class first started, it wasn’t hard to see just who everyone was for the most part. Most kids you’d already recognize or known–a bunch of flunkies, a bunch of nobodies, a bunch of drop outs, a bunch of misfits, a bunch of fuck up’s, a bunch of retards. My long time and good friend Wil was also in this class, he and I sat in the back for the most part and just read magazines about games, talked about games, and just plain old talk, and of course, just waiting for something to entertain us. Our teacher was an elderly woman…and get this, she wasn’t even a math teacher, she was a Spanish teacher (school couldn’t afford it or no one was up to the task.) She had the whole Spanish thing going and everything. She taught 5 classes of Spanish, and 1 more on this retard worthy math, the last class of the day. Her name was Correa, Misses Correa, we called her. I’d say for the first week to a month did anyone actually do work and “try” in that class. My twin sister Julie had her for Spanish, I forgot which period of the day, and she’d often know or be aware of the monsters in our class–she was friends with some of ‘em. As more time went on within this class, pretty much no one was doing work anymore, there was no order or respect in this class at all–it was like a mix between a war zone and playground. As months went on, more and more kids starting disappearing as well, I presume they dropped out or just stopped coming to the class altogether since it was such a waste of a time and such a joke. Also throughout the months, kids would walk in and out of class as they pleased, including myself.
There was this one kid, Atui, man oh man Atui, that kid was fucking hilarious and disgusting at the same time, so much fucked up shit this kid did, and here it is. Jesus, where to start with this one. As Wil and I recall, one day, Atui was being himself, he was sitting near the window at a table, obviously bored, he then began to grab the math books. One by one, he’d open up each individual book on a random page, and would spit in it. I’m not talking normal mouth spit either, but sucking in deep for that good old gross stuff. Wil and I just sat there, entertained, fucked up, funny, disgusting, until he finished every book and put them all back where he got them. Unbelievable. Where was the teacher? Throughout these events, the teacher was either out of the class room or she was sitting in her seat up front chatting with pet students or being purposely distracted. It’s as if she was plain old oblivious, or too old, to see and hear the horrors that was happening so close to her within that class room.
Another fond memory involving Atui, on another day, or uhh, I should say a lot of days, also including a lot more of the kids on this one of whom I don’t even really recall. Kelly, Dean, Jose, and others all come to mind. Anyway, they’d all take part in fucking up the Spanish kids projects that they apparently worked very hard on. The Spanish kids would decorate the class with Spanish art and what not, or stuff would be left there to be graded, and our class would always fuck it up. I recall Atui walking around with a pocket knife, just stabbing and slicing up projects on the walls, just shattered art, and he loved it very much so.
Another time, Atui and someone else, I’d wanna say it was this kid Dean, and I don’t know how they got away with this, but one of them was placing these Pinata projects of kids from previous classes on his toe like a football, while another kid would run and punt it right out the door way outside. It was pretty loud too, and Misses Correa would catch it by briefly hearing it and ask what was that, and no one would say shit and it would just keep continuing. It’s fucked up for me to say, but Wil and I would crack the fuck up, it was so destructively hilarious.
Yet another time, the free candy and soda day as we know it. I don’t know WHY the teacher would announce such a thing in a criminal infested class, but she calls out “OK EVERYONE, I’M GONNA GO TO THE OFFICE NOW, NO ONE COME OVER HERE BY MY DESK AND TOUCH THESE SODA’S AND CANDIES NOW YOU HEAR?” no one really pays her any attention, but they heard her clearly. The second she’s out the door, Soda’s are being handed around and passed down the line to everyone in the class. Atui stole boxes of airheads that he gave out to some people for days. Yet another fucking hilarious moment. The teacher comes back and yeah, suddenly everyone has a Soda, and she has no clue and doesn’t care to question anything or even bother to check her things to see if they were still there or not.
Jose, Jose, such a troubled kid, Jose. I recall once in particular of him setting a trap by going into the teachers cabinet where she kept cooking ingredients and other things for her Spanish class. He a took a knife and slit open the bottom parts of bags of flour and left ‘em like that, so whoever grabbed it or moved it the next time, well, it’d be all over the place. Jose was one of the kids who later disappeared, no one really knew what happened to him–supposedly he ran away from home and quit school.
Another kid, Dean, I recall him being a big/fat misfit type of guy. I dunno what the conflict was with him and this other surfer kid named Kelly was, but they had some sorta beef later on in the year. A fight broke out in the middle of class, those retarded chair table desk things being shoved and pushed all over the place, all sorta kids started jumping in and kicking the shit out of that Dean kid, it was fucking crazy. I mean, apparently a lot of these kids didn’t like this kid but never showed it, so that’s what made it hilarious. Not too sure if Dean was removed from the class, expelled, or just dropped out, but he never showed up again. Kelly was coming to class for a while but also eventually disappeared.
From time to time, Atui and others would quietly play a game of chess. They had pieces, but someone tore up the board, so they used a cardboard piece that they drew the chess board on to. In hopes of controlling the kids, Misses Correa tried to break deals with the kids. If they just be quiet and be nice and sit down and play chess, she would pass them. I fucking kid you not, that’s what she was doing, hahaha. The class was so bad, that she even made some sorta deal with the higher up’s that we all could, the entire class, could pass the class with a D if we participated in helping the ALC (alternative learning center, AKA assholes last chance. These are the really dysfunctional fucked up kids who have like their own little group, their own school, their own teachers. It’s a type of program within the school.) kids build a fucking cement sidewalk in a particular area. She walked the whole class there to meet us up with the rest of the flunkies and to show us, and then all back to the class we went to decide if that’s what we wanted to do. Welp, no one wanted to do it, go figure, so that never happened.
I recall Misses Correa doing her pointless roll call, and looking directly at Wil and calling out his name, he’s even saying “here” and raising his hand and everything, and if I’m not mistaken, someone noticed what was happening and was laughing and told her he wasn’t there and she just sided with ‘em and goes on with “Wilton ain’t here” and marks him absent, fucking hilarious, he had to angrily shout to get her attention.
I also recall Misses Correa asking the class who’s paper was turned in because it didn’t have a name on it, then she claimed it was a B paper and someone who didn’t even do that, I can’t quite recall who it was, I wanna say Wil or someone else claimed it, and she bought it and gave them the points for it, good shit.
That’s all I can recall from this class, needless to say, I believe I failed the class, haha, good times.
I was born with a dick in my brain, yeah, fucked in the head. My step father said that I sucked in the bed, till one night he snuck in and said;
“We’re going out back, I want my dick sucked in the shed.”
“Can’t we just play with Teddy Ruxpin instead?”
“After I fuck you in the butt, get some head, bust a nut, get some rest.”
The next day my mother said;
“I don’t know what the fuck’s up with this kid, the bastard won’t even eat nothin’, he’s fed. He just hung himself in the bedroom, he’s dead.”
“Debbie, don’t let that fucker get you upset, go in there, stick a fuckin’ cigarette to his neck. I’ll bet you he’s faking it, I’ll bet you, I bet he probably just wants to see how upset you would get. I’ll go handle this, of course unless you object?”
“Ah, go fuck his brains out if any’s left in his head.”
[Chorus]
If you could count the skeletons in my closet, under my bed and up under my faucet. Then you would know I completely lost it. Is he nuts? No, he’s insane!
You could count the skeletons in my closet, under my bed and up under my faucet. Then you would know I completely lost it. Is he nuts? No, he’s insane!
“Did you get him?”
Nah, fucker tried to bite my face off, I just got fuckin’ chased off with a chainsaw, then he took the chainsaw, bit the fuckin’ blades off, ate the blades, stuck a baseball in a slingshot, then he aimed at his own face, let the thing pop, took his eye out, picked it up and played ping pong. Then he played ping pong with his own ding dong, that mother fucker’s got nuts like King Kong. Then he set the lawn mower out on the dang lawn and he laid all up underneath it with the thing on, then he took his pants, he took every fuckin’ thing off, everything ‘cept his tank top and his training bra. Ain’t he raw? Yeah, maniac, that’s Shady dawg, man, that mother fucker’s gangsta, ain’t he dog? Shady, dawg, what be goin’ through that fuckin’ brain of yours? Say no more, what the fuck you be waitin’ for? Sing along.
[Chorus]
“Don’t you know what felch means?”
“Yeah?”
Well then tell me, Would you rather get felched or do the felching? Fuck ‘em in the ass, suck the cum out while you’re belching, burp, belch, and go back for a second helping. Can you dig what I’m saying, man, can you smell me? I want you to feel me like my step father felt me. Fuck a little puppet, kick the puppy while he’s yelping.
“Shady, what the fuck you sayin’?”
I don’t know, help me! What the fuck’s happening? I think I’m fucking melting.
“Marshall, I just love you boy, I care about your well being.”
“No dad, I said no, I don’t need no help peeing, I’m a big boy, I can do it by myself, see? I only get naked when the babysitter tells me, she showed me a movie like “Nightmare on Elm’s Street” but it was X and they called it “Pubic Hair on Chelsea.”
“Well this is called ass rape and we’re shooting the jail scene.”
[Chorus]
-Eminem/Insane
Originally published at systom.org. You can comment here or there.
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[07 Oct 2009|11:34pm] |
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Been a while, a while, a while. Guess I’ve lost the writing ghost of some…writer, or maybe I just got bored and didn’t have much to write about, maybe a mix between the two. I really don’t know as I’m sitting here listening to some tunes, trying to remember things I did or what’s been up since the last time, let’s see if I can unearth shit worth “blogging” about. I still dislike that word “blogging.” I don’t blog, the fuck out of here, I write, I type-write.
Hello darkness, my old friend, I’ve come to talk with you again because a vision softly creeping left its seeds while I was sleeping and the vision that was planted in my brain still remains within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone, narrow streets of cobblestone ‘neath the halo of a street lamp, I turned my collar to the cold and damp when my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light that split the night and touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I saw ten thousand people, maybe more, people talking without speaking, people hearing without listening, people writing songs that voices never share, and no one dared disturb the sound of silence.
Fools said I, you do not know, silence like a cancer grows, hear my words that I might teach you, take my arms that I might reach you, but my words like silent raindrops fell and echoed in the wells of silence.
And the people bowed and prayed to the neon god they made and the sign flashed out its warning in the words that it was forming, and the sign said, the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenement halls and whispered in the sounds of silence.
-Simon And Garfunkel/The Sound Of Silence
First off, well, I finally did something I had been wanting to do for quite some time now. And that’s to take my journal writing ass out into the big field of the world wide web. Yeah, to my own website, my own domain. I’ve been using livejournal since like forever now and I still don’t intend to change that with cross posting. But from now on, I’ll be writing and posting directly to http://systom.org which I have set up with wordpress. This doesn’t change anything for anyone on livejournal that actually reads my shit, the same content will be automatically cross posted, comments won’t be disabled, you can still make ‘em and I’ll still comment on livejournal just the same. The world wide web switch is just a personal thing for me, and thankfully wordpress made it super easy to transfer my entire livejournal since the beginning and merged ‘em into my already set up site just about perfectly. A lot of work needs to be done with it on my personal end with SEO options and etc, but that’s really about it and the only real difference. I may throw up some ads onto my main site in due time when I get around to it.
In the mean time now that I’ve given myself some time to think about it with a sandwich, I just plain old haven’t been up to much at all. I mean shits going on, but it’s pretty much same old, same old type of things–not worth mentioning over and over again. Certainly not a bad thing at all though, I suppose. Workity work, things have changed over the course of some months. I was working with what I’ve been doing, now I’m not. It kinda just came to a halt and I’m dealing with it, been recently having a bit of a hard time dealing with them financials, but I’m making some moves to deal with just that while I try to rediscover myself and figure out what the fuck am I gonna do exactly. I mean, the idea’s there, I just gotta get to pushing it and doing it. I’m not super worried though, I mean, I guess I can’t be, this ‘American Dream’ of mine to end financial worry, to be financially free, it’s pretty silly. All I’ve ever known was the poor side of things, and because of this, you’d think I’d want something more and better, not super far from the truth at all–I really don’t want too much. Guess you could say I never really knew what money was, throughout everything and everyone I’ve ever been connected to for the most part, everyone’s poor, no one has anything, and that’s just the way it is. Then people wanna say that you can do whatever you want, you can change this, you can change that, like there are no rules to life and everyone plays fair and etc–what a crock of shit I say, I mean, someone’s gotta work at McDonalds, someone’s gotta clean shit up, someone’s gotta be a bum living on the streets and beaches. Maybe they deserve it and put themselves there, but a big fuck you for those who all they have ever done was try their hardest and regardless of just that, they still get the shit end of things. And that’s the truth, and that’s life. Everything’s about connections for the most part anyway, everyone should teach and preach that more to the oncoming generations; connections over education and skill.
C’MON. When he was a kid, he was the joker, low potential, straight mediocre, class clown, sneak off out the back door, long hair, leave a grease spot on the black bore. C’Mon honey, take off the bra, just tryin’ to hit a home run in your mom’s garage. He loved graffiti, it opened ‘em, creep down the alley with a can of rustoleum. Canvas that flat surface, then learn quick to control the nervousness. If it ain’t building, he burnt the bridge, and no, he don’t give a damn what the curfew is. Chased away all the saving grace while them old folks bitch about the way he’s raised. South side minne-atmosphere get you runnin’ from the cops just for practice here. But what do you know, he got older, trying to apply what childhood showed em’. Everybody left out in that cold to try to learn how to manage all the weight on his shoulders. We all want the easy life, just a piece of the pie that’ll keep us high, so turn it up ’til the speakers cry and don’t quit ’til you reach the sky, C’MON.
And as an adult, he took a good look, stayed away from the gangs and the crooks. And even though he came from the same neighborhood, so he fully understood that game textbook. Stay original, be individual, push the pedal and never settle for the typical. Feed your children, look out for your people, live and let live and each one teach those. Good luck and get a tight defense and I hope you can depend on your higher sense. Plant them seeds, let ‘em grow for the followers felons, the fallen soldiers. Hey rapper, we know it don’t stop, but don’t forget about the folks on your block. Hey dope man, what you doin’ with the cash crop, gettin’ fat, fuckin’ up fellow have-nots? Hey preacher, politician, is that the house you live in, hows the kitchen? Hey police man, don’t bother, even as a kid, I only played robbers and robbers. Hateful activists, aggressive pacifists, I ain’t saying that you gotta kill cops, just look at your life, check what it’s built off, C’MON.
-Atmosphere/C’MON
What next, what next. Tattooing of course. I was supposed to go into the shop to see Doug the man to get a piece going on the upper part of my neck, front to both sides being covered. Well, we had the idea down and I went in, but once we started trying to lay shit out on my neck, it just wasn’t working out the way we both thought it would. Things weren’t fitting properly and it was just more cluttered and also involving some dead space which we didn’t know how to deal with on the spot after thinking about it for a while. The idea was to use this cross type of pendant on the center of my throat and then being connected by a dual angel wing on one side and a dual demon wing on the other. Ultimately what we decided in the end was that we could still use the wings and redo ‘em to make it work but they would have to be pushed further back on my neck to look good and not be super cluttered with the script on my lower neck. I have an idea of using this shadow figured females demonic looking face to stamp on the center instead, Doug gave it the green light, but he’s out on a trip to Vegas so I have to wait and see and then we’ll probably work it out and get it poppin’. Besides working on that piece, the next piece up will be my full sleeve on my left arm which I have a good idea of what I already want to do, it’ll be one giant theme versus my right arms more chopped up theme. Will wait and see on that one when it comes around. www.dougtat2.com
The cross was to be in the middle and over both wings, going right down beneath where the green line runs at, but it just wasn’t workin’ with the way it looked from the sides.
I recall a movie night out with two gals, Tianna and Danii, Danii’s treat. my cousin Chucky couldn’t make it cuz he’s taking the dark side of things with fucking up in school and getting picked up for truancy and what not. Halloween 2, jesus that movie was fucking terrible in my opinion and that’s all I gotta say about that. Quit doing drugs(or if you’re not, get back on them) and or slacking Rob Zombie, get your shit together.
Unrelated to this day, but instead for some other day at an early dinner.
Bia bia bitch. Where to start with you. Bia’s a gal I’ve known for a little bit and have been talking to here and there from time to time, or well I should say, not so much talking going on there. She’s a kinda strange one and reminds me of myself in ways, or selves I more or so used to be, or as far as I think anyway. So it turns out she lives literally like 10 minutes away from me, so I figured why not just meet up for that fact to see what’s up. A day that works for both of us eventually comes up, we meet at a parking lot near by to chill for a bit and to say hello and etc. I don’t know why or what it is, but she’s way way tinier than I had imagined, or maybe it’s just cuz I’m fucking huge or something I don’t know, but yeah, just somethin’ I gathered over the first time meeting speculation type of thing. We’re both pretty odd in similar ways I wanna say, so we just chit chat about random or weird, or rather, not of the normal type of things. I recall calling her a fuckin’ bitch for something she said, not in an all too serious way of course, but still, haha. Then that was really it for that time.
(10-5-09)Some days later we met up again at the same spot, briefly chilled before going back to my place where all that magical demonic shit happens. So we’re chillin’ in the room, chit to the chatting once again just about whatever, kinda getting to know each other ways and what not. Believe it or not and I don’t know why, but I always get this nervousness feeling inside of me whilst meeting or getting to know someone new, but I don’t think I show that off too well since I’ve become a much better communicator over the years. Anyway, because of the things we’ve talked about and shared, I thought we were pretty compatible and understanding towards one another. I don’t know how to say this exactly or where this even fits, but I pretty much started touching her hair, her back, and even as far as to smacking and grabbing her ass–it’s not like she was stopping it or screaming rape or anything, haha. From what she told me, she wasn’t really in the mood for a fuckin’, so that’s the only thing that stopped me from completely ravaging her. She dug around into shit in my room, I guess it’s some sorta witch ritual thing that she does to everyone–reading this little semi-diary thing that more or so friends have written in and some old or random shit I worked on. This girl see’s my gat, I tell her it’s loaded, she picks it up and pulls the trigger–fuckin’ whack, I should have slapped her for that, haha, thankfully safety is safety, bitch. We chilled a bit more and chatted about more shit, I keep trying to pull shit out of this girls head since she’s so apathetic, or seemingly anyway, or the question questions game. We got on webcam for a bit since what the hell, not much else was going on, on stickam, went into a stickam chat that I frequent representing digitalgangster. We just fooled around on cam some, she was hiding at first but was more like whatever about it afterward where I molested her some more by groping her tits and hair and etc. In the chat everyone was cool about it for the most part, guys and girls, and of course a ton of random perverts private messaging to see or do more, haha, gotta love and hate stickam. Before partially revealing the type of underwear she was wearing to me, I walked her out, smacked her ass and told her I’d talk to her later.
She’s camera shy, hiding like I do, bitch!
I’ve drowned my conscience and cast another stone, I took to preaching while dancing on the coals.
I can’t see where I’ve been and only god knows where I’ll be, but there must be a place for a wretch like me.
Oh, lord knows I’m tired, but I, I, I won’t rest my head until I’m home.
And if my hands find themselves another body, well, you can’t blame them for trying to keep warm.
Morals are simply a matter of time and where you lay your head’s a question of pride.
But when it’s said and done, you’ll find it in the lines that privilege and wit make me misfortune’s child.
Can’t tell collapse that it needs to slow down, can’t tell death that it shouldn’t come around.
And when they take my head and put it on a stake, I know that guilt and disgrace keep the dead men awake.
Bartering your vigor for a paralyzing love, what have you done, what have you done?
I took the scaffold and laughed until I fell, girl, if you need me, grab another from the well.
I can’t imagine what hell might have in store, but I know if I’m there, I won’t wander anymore.
Oh, lord knows I’m weak, but I, I, I can’t clear my head if I’m asleep.
We’ve lived under this dark cloud forever, waiting for the bad luck to break.
Just let me try that one again with a little more feeling.
We slept at the crossroads together, trying to make an honest mistake.
Just let me try that one more time without a smile on my face.
Another road as empty as every promise is, if life is pointless, then point taken; Say amen.
So light another candle and put my body out to sea, because your heart is no place for a wretch like me.
Another stranger passing, a common dissonance, if life is pointless, then point taken; Say amen.
So light another candle and put my body out to sea, because your side is no place for a wretch like me.
When they unearth these passages, will I appear to be proud?
Not if you’re listening close enough, not if you’re sounding it out.
-Every Time I Die/Wanderlust
Tried to get her to come over the very next day, I guess I’d just like to know her a bit more to be more comfortable around her, but she ended up being busy. Guess we’ll see where this goes, if anywhere–she’s a cool gal though, so far anyway. Oh, and she’s an alien, her bodies bone structure has all sorts of weird joints, so I’m sticking with calling her an alien of some kind, probably wants to rape and drain me to save her home planet or some shit, I don’t know, haha.
Twiggy twigiggity twigster. How I’ve come to meeting twiggy without even knowing much about her at all is pretty random. I haven’t browsed through people on livejournal in years it seems, then the one day I did, found her on there, made some comments, we chit chatted back and forth some on there. Then she was posting elsewhere that she needed some help with recording something for a contest she’s in and has been hustling pretty damned hard. My knowing that she’s a newbie here in Hawaii, I didn’t think she knew much people, and this is pretty unlike me, but I shot her a message offering the help she needed with recording a vid of her for this contest. Since she’s super busy, we decided to meet somewhere that would be more convenient and what she wanted to do exactly–except things were running late on her end, she had a photo shoot to do which kept me waiting around for a bit and by the time she got done, the place that we were at was pretty much just about to close. Sooooo, we had to think on the spot on what the fuck to do exactly, which I’m like clueless about cuz I have no idea about that kinda shit much less the area. She said a coffee shop like Starbucks would be sufficient, and obviously took the risk of getting into my car without even knowing me much, haha, gotcha bitch! But no, so we drove down ward area and tried to go to a Starbucks there, terrible idea since it was fuckin’ filled with people. Didn’t wanna bother with the other one near by cuz I thought it would be worse–but when we decided to just go back to her place to shoot the vid, whilst passing it by, it was pretty small anyway. Surprisingly, I don’t talk too much, she does most of the talking. And double surprising, I don’t feel any type of nervousness at all, so weird. So we get there, and we do various takes to get it just right when she isn’t fucking it up(haha) or when it’s right for her liking all in one shot, just about 60 seconds, no more, some less. She had to test out and edit a bunch of shit right then and there on the spot as well. We talked a bit more, walked me outside to the car where she tried to offer me money for coming out and doing the favor–or even food and etc in the house actually, but I wasn’t hungry. Didn’t take her money either, figured it’s more useful to herself since she’s toughing it out here and keeping super fucking busy. Ended with a friendly hug where I stood there awkwardly not reciprocating it cuz that’s just the way I am. Haha, so I molested her hair some to show some sorta gesture in which she thought was a noogie sorta thing, yeah right, I was just reaching in for the goods! Haha. That was it, sent the vid to her later that night.
(10-6-09) Whilst waiting to see what was up with Bia if she wanted to chill or what, Twiggy hit me up with a text asking if I wanted to do a bunch of video clips to make another video for the same contest since she’s now a finalist. Dean Guitars. I agreed, met her later that day at her place and put Office 2007 on her dreadfully slow computer, my god I wanted to take that thing home and fix it up for a night, jesus, haha. While I did that, she got ready and chit chatted some and told her roomies who I was before they call the police on me for breaking and entering or some shit, haha. She got done, left the computer running and installing, we left. The plan was to try to make it to the beach for a beach clip, but it was too late and getting dark and the next destination was gonna close in a bit–guess you could say we were running a bit more late than expected. We did most of the clips there, same place where she had the photo shoot previously–she also got a free shirt and a discount on somethin’ she bought, dope shit for all the publicity and what not. While we were there, some bald dude approached us randomly and told us that we made a good couple, or was a good looking couple or some shit–I’m not even sure if she heard what the dude said, she was saying thanks and I was like; wow, awkward! Since it’s not even like that, haha. But thinking on it now, I guess out in public it’s what people would assume, we do sorta match in ways with looks I suppose. Anyway, Went back to her place to get the remaining clips where we fucked around some about her being real and recording her cooking rice, and of course ogling her boots and feet, mmm yeah baby that’s how I roll, haha. Wrapped up everything, didn’t wanna keep her too much longer since she hadn’t eaten anything all day and probably had shit to do, or if not that, get some fuckin’ sleep. Walked me out, talked more, this time instead of attempting the hug, she gave me a short jab and I said yeah, hitting me is all good, I love it when girls hit me. A lot of gals I tell goodbye, I tend to give them my perverted ass slap, the tom palm technique–of course since I barely even know her, I won’t do that, not just yet anyway, or if ever if she’s even comfortable with that, haha.
^She’ll probably wanna kill me for that one, snapped it when she was unaware and coughing, mmmm yeah, very hot, haha.
Here’s the first video I recorded of her for this contest;
Vote for her here;
http://www.deangirl.com/contestentry/show/369
It’s 3 am, sippin’ on a vault and chewing on pizza, getting these warez down, nerd life preacher, I’m the warez loader, pleased to meet ya. Who’s the buccaneer with the gangsta features, yeah thats me, there’s a nerd life creature, I’ll delete ya, comin’ to my internet disrespectin’, please, I’ll eat ya. Lawsuits I’m duckin’, check a distro; reduced to nothin’, torrent stuffin’, fake seeds up on these zds, them hives be buzzin’, attack and defend. Root a new box, smash that stack, bot that bitch double u c stat. Got encoders and loaders on that new Batman telesync ir chat. Softice ida loaded and moded, kernel noded, cracks I wroted, keygen, got a pen, take down this SN cuz the copy paste is frozen. Just a day in the life of a pirate, what you know about the hot new virus? Got a day just to kick some privates seedin’ that new miley cyrus. I’m a rapper, I steal music, got a server I abuse it. Some say I’m a Top Gun; drop some bombs on a track cuz I Tom Cruise it. SP, deftly, I’m a sick MC, got a crew in the news, Spamtec on attack on the mic, thats a wrap, so get up and cop that fools.
I am a pirate, I am a, I am a, I am a pirate, you walk the plank.
I am a pirate, I am a, I am a, I am a pirate, smoke and I drank.
I fixated on avoiding getting raided, getting faded, making pages, ages past, I grab en masse, get your warez and the hash, grab pipes and blast. Master Mason in the making, makin’ bacon, watch me go and hack, then fake em’. They dont have the means to make it happen, hack the box and keep’a rappin’. Versatile in rappin’, I’m the captain, man the mast and rap it fast, shoot the cannon, that’s the plan and I’ma hit the island, I’ma grab the stash. Pirate, I fire it, musket to socket, firewall set up on the bot to block it, little rudimentary, but it’s all in beta, see, so it ain’t even fair to knock it. Skills are honed, I’m boning out, if I ever catch a whiff of the FBI up on my hard drive, just press control alt shift; DoD wipe my disc, warez, movies, and anigifs, it’s clean, unanimous. RDPs that I’m spammin’ with, and my spammin’ lists burns up like cannibis. Sorry ’bout my ratio, yeah, I hate to go, but the feds never late to go. Always on time when it comes time to bust hackers and crackers on tracks, you know. Grab the scabbard, all that matters is we get away, yo ho ho and a bottle of rum and the pirates here to stay.
Smoke, drink, hack a computer, drink, smoke, first person shooter.
-YTCracker/I Am A Pirate
(10-7-09) Tsunami warnings? Give me a fucking break, went out to the North Shore side today for a quick beach and shaved ice day with Tianna. It was pretty nice out in your traditional manner, nice as in sunny, not very windy, water felt good and etc, shaved ice line wasn’t super ridiculous. Anyone who knows me, well, my definition of a nice day is during a hurricane or storm, or very dark cloudy and rainy, yeah!
What else, what else, oh, my gaming adventures have mostly come to an end. I mean, with Call of Duty and Battlefield, I haven’t played either in months. All I play nowadays is Marvel Vs Capcom 2 on XBL, I sometimes play with Wil as well, good times.
I probably won’t play anything else until November, Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare 2, game is gonna be fucking huge and off the hook.
Speaking of Wil, we also hung out one day and took one of those long drive’s back to the ghetto to eat some lunch cuz that’s just how we do, there ain’t no fucking replacing that delicious disgusting best food ever, haha. Went back to his place and chilled some hours and shit just chit chatting about shit as usual and some gaming shit. I made and set up a website for ‘em www.evileet.com for his own personal thang for if and when he feels the need to get started with that. Also taught him all the basics and etc of how all of it works, should be straight.
Also gotta give ‘em much love and thanks as a friend for helping me out big time, anything you need that I can handle, it’s done.
P.S. Fuck 1and1.com never do business with these douchebags and this is why;
Also, I entered some contest to win a free PSP Go by having to tag something with their URL name, I must’ve done the idea in like 10 minutes and I was one of the winners, too fucking easy, should be getting the PSP Go sometime this week. What did I do? Well I tagged Tianna’s ass, wam and bam, sex appeal always wins.
Also large onion rings rock even though I can’t stand onions in any other way;
I feel like dancing, I feel like dancing. I smell something in the air that’s making me high, I said I smell something in the air that’s making me high.
Ok here we go, do-re-mi-fa-so-la-di-da-so, lyrical Rosco, kick back the Tabasco. You motherfuckers must just not know the tic tac toe, time to show you the most kick ass flow in the cosmos. Picasso with a pick axe, a sick asshole, tic tac toe, frozen six pack with exacto knives. Strangling wives with thick lasso, big bags of the the grass, zig zags, I’m with the Doc, so you know how that go, skull and the crossbones. This is poison, the boys and girls who do not know, you do not want to try this at home my lil vato, this is neither the time nor the place to get macho. So crack a six pack, sit back with some nachos, maybe some popcorn and watch the show and just rock slow. It’s not what you expected, know what you thought, so, ’bout time that you wake the fuck up, smell the pot smoke.
It must be the ganja, it’s the marijuana that’s creeping up on me, why I’m so high.
Maybe it’s the henny that just gotten in me, whatever’s got into me, I don’t mind.
Your dreams of getting fulfilled, ohh, I’m literally getting the chills spitting at will, me and Dre have just finished splitting a pill. You’re submitting to skill, sitting still, I’m admitting I’m beginning to feel like I don’t think anyone’s real. Faced with a dilemma, I can be Dali Llama and become a bin gramma, a step beyond the Jeffrey Dahmer. Please don’t upset me mama, you lookin’ sexy mama, don’t know if this the lala or the rum and Pepsi, mama. Don’t wanna end up inside my refrigerator freezer, be used as extra topping the next time I make a pizza. How many people you know who can name every serial killer who ever existed in a row, put ‘em in chronological order beginning with Jack The Ripper, name the time and place from the body, the bag, the zipper. Location of the woods where the body was dragged and then dumped, the trunk that they were stuffed in, the model, the make, the plate, and which model, which lake they found her in, how they attacked the victim. Say which murder weapon was used to do what and which one, which knife and which gun, what kid, what wife, and which nun. Don’t stop, I like this, it’s fun, the fuckin’ night’s just begun.
When I’m behind a mic, dynamite is what it’s kinda like–get stuck with that same stick that you’re trying to light. Behind the boards, it’s Dre, legends are made this way. Isn’t it safe to say this is the way it should be? Maybe you need some lyric syrup serum for your symptoms, here’s a dosage of thee antidote, now you give him some, he can give her some, she can give him some, get behind a lynn drum, make up a beat and kill the sucka syndrome. The spinning drum, when it comes to lyrics and penance some, starting from scratch and then ending up at the ending of capable of winning a bullet to a so unbelievable bullet to a titanium cranium that’s full of surprises when the smoke rises right before your very own eyes, you stare into your stereos eyes. Good evening, this isn’t even a weed thing, I ain’t even smoke anything, I ain’t even drinking.
-Eminem/Must Be The Ganja
Originally published at systom.org. You can comment here or there.
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I haven't been on top of my grind lately, and by grind, I mean money making. Due to a bunch of circumstances happening with the program and my plain old of not being informed despite my efforts of making contact including other little mixed tidbits, for the most part, turned me off of the program. So I've been on a downer about that and haven't made any other moves, really. I mean, I'm still in the business, but I've just been on a break I suppose until I get my shit together, and this shit together to find out somethings. Besides that, that's just that. I still like to look at what normal jobs got to offer via whatever I'm emailed from your typical job based websites--and boy is it trash on the daily, it's disgusting. Although whenever I'm out, I find most jobs to be plain old disgusting--I really don't think that sorta 9-5ing is the life for me, like, let's skip the bullshit and just cut to my death scene already, that's how bad it is. Don't get me wrong, I'll gladly 9-5 on my own terms, hell, I'll fuckin' 9AM-3AM on my own shit. But, we'll see where and how this goes with the on coming months, thankfully I've had a nice amount saved up for months in advanced with bills and etc.
I feel so extraordinary, somethin's got a hold on me. I get this feeling I'm in motion, a sudden sense of liberty. I don't care cuz I'm not there, and I don't care if I'm here tomorrow. Again and again, I've taken too much of the things that cost you too much.
I used to think that the day would never come, I'd see delight in the shade of the morning sun. My morning sun is the drug that brings me near to the childhood I lost, replaced by fear. I used to think that the day would never come, that my life would depend on the morning sun.
When I was a very small boy, very small boys talked to me. Now that we've grown up together, they're afraid of what they see. That's the price that we all pay, our valued destiny comes to nothin'. I can't tell you where we're going, I guess there's just no way of knowing.
I feel so extraordinary, somethin's got a hold on me. I get this feeling I'm in motion, a sudden sense of liberty. The chances are we've gone too far, you took my time and you took my money Now I fear you've left me standing in a world that's so demanding.
-New Order/True Faith
Tianna finally traded her old Honda in for a newer Honda. Got a pretty good deal on it, but she's always settling. So we went half on half on it to give it a little flare by replacing the front and rear lights which makes it a bit more unique looking. This part will lead into another whole family spew of drama since this is exactly when it happened. Beforehand, I asked my dad if he wanted to install the lights and I'd do it with 'em and he said it'd be no problem, so we picked a date and that was that. I had long since prior knowledge that my mom wanted to move out and away from my dad for good, just didn't know when it was going to happen exactly--until that time was nearing, I was told a couple of weeks after that...I felt compelled to say somethin' to my dad cuz it's kinda fucked up. My mom's mentality was that she felt in fear for her life because of the shit my dad has been saying...crazy stuff, so she thought it was better to not tell him anything at all and just bounce on a certain day. I don't agree with that at all on any terms, it's fucked up. Despite all of that garbage, it ain't my fuckin' business, so whatever, I was just gonna ride it out. So the day comes when we were gonna do the lights and my sister calls me and tells me that my mom was doing the move TODAY, on that day. Needless to say, I was pissed, cuz I didn't wanna deal with any of the drama, I've seen it too much my whole life, it's all bullshit. So here I am once again contemplating on just telling my dad cuz the dude has his suspicions, but he's fuckin' clueless. I drive out to their place and my mom and her brothers are already moving her shit, and I'm like; "Fuck." so I sit out in the car for a while to see what's going on. I walk in and show my uncles some love and give my mom a glare of acknowledgment that I'm there. I figure the best thing I could do is just stick around my dad to make sure he doesn't flip out and kill somebody, so that's what I did in the kitchen, just hardly talk to him while he starts spilling out all sorts of crazy talk on me, some of which I agreed with, other shit just like, wow, get over it. But I guess that's what years of an off and on marriage will do to ya. My dad called the cops cuz he wanted a police report on file in case anything of his was missing, pretty childish of him in my opinion, I know my mom wouldn't touch any of his shit--he was just griping about family photos and what not. So one cop shows up finally to talk to my dad, this is when my mom comes into the kitchen to apologize to me cuz she didn't know I was going to be there that day--my dad did the same as well since he had no idea. 'Course since it's Waianae, with the high potential of shit breaking out, they don't just send one cop, so we got like 6 cop cars and a bunch of uniforms walking around the place/house and checking on everyone and talking to everyone--fuckin' pigs, I hate 'em. I asked my dad numerous times if he still wanted to work on the lights that day or at all because of all the bullshit, but he still insisted that we would do 'em, said it would help keep his mind off shit. So my mom's and uncles came and went a couple of times moving a bunch of shit while we worked on replacing the head/tail lamps on Tianna's new ride. We ran into some minor problems, but it wasn't nothin' we couldn't figure out and fix. Got done with everything after some hours, bought my dad some lunch and gave him some extra cash to try to help him with his now current dilemma although he was reluctant, but tough shit with no job, being bailed on by my mom and my mom's mom/her husband whom was also living with them who also bailed the day before to a new place WITH my mom/uncle and etc. So that was that, dunno what my dad plans to do, really, sucks.
As I fall deeper into a manic state, I'm a prime candidate for the gene to receive the drug addict trait. Blood pressure climbs at a dramatic rate, I seem to gravitate to the bottle of Nyquil, then I salivate. Start off with the NyQuil, like I think I'll just have a taste. Couple of sips of that, then I gradually graduate to a harder prescription drug called Valium, like yeah, that's great. I go to just take one and I end up like having eight, now I need something in my stomach cuz I haven't ate, maybe I'll grab a plate of nachos and I'll have a steak. And you'd think that with all I have at stake, look at my daughters face; "Mommy, something is wrong with dad I think, he's acting weird again, he's really beginning to scare me. Won't shave his beard again and he pretends he doesn't hear me, and all he does is eat Doritos and Cheetos and he just fell asleep in his car eating three musketeers in the rear seat."
Sometimes I feel so alone, I just don't know, feels like I been down this road before. So lonely and cold, it's like somethin' takes over me as soon as I go home and close the door. Kinda feels like deja vu, I wanna get away from this place, I do, but I can't and I won't say I try, but I know that's a lie cuz I don't, and why? I just don't know.
Maybe just a nice cold brew, what's a beer? That's the devil in my ear, I been sober a fuckin' year and that fucker still talks to me, he's all I can fuckin' hear; "Marshall, come on, we'll watch the game, it's the cowboys and buccaneers." And maybe if I just drink half, I'll be half buzzed for half of the time, who's the mastermind behind that little line? With that kinda rational, man, I got half a mind to have another half of glass of wine, sounds asinine, yeah I know. But I never had no problem with alcohol--ouch, look out for the wall, aim for the couch, about to fall, I missed the couch and down I go lookin' like a bouncing ball. Shit must've knocked me out cuz I ain't feel the ground at all. Wow, what the fuck happened last night, where am I? Man, fuck am I hungover, and goddamn I got a headache. Shit, half a Vicodin, why cant I? "All systems ready for take off, please stand by."
So I take a Vicodin splash, it hits my stomach and AHH, a couple of weeks go by, it ain't even like I'm gettin' high. Now I need it just not to feel sick, yeah, I'm gettin' by. Wouldn't even be taking this shit if DeShaun didn't die--oh yeah, there's an excuse, you lose Proof, so you use, there's new rules, it's cool if it's helping you to get through. It's twelve noon, ain't no harm in self inducing a snooze, what else is new, fuck it, what would Elvis do in your shoes? Now here I am 3 months later, full blown relapse; "Just get high until the kids get home from school holmes, relax." And since I'm convinced that I'm an insomniac, I need these pills to be able to sleep, so I take 3 naps just to be able to function throughout the day, let's see, that's an Ambien each nap, how many valium, 3? And that will average out to about one good hour's sleep, OK, so now you see the reason how come he has taken 4 years to just put out an album B. See, me and you, we almost had the same outcome, Heath. Cuz that Christmas, you know the whole pneumonia thing? It was bologna, was it the methadone ya think or the Hydrocodone you hide inside your porno's, your VCR tape cases with your Ambien, see are great places to hide 'em, ain't it? So you can lie to Hailey; "I'm goin' beddy-bye Whitney baby, goodnight Elaina!" Go in the room and shut the bedroom door and wake up in an ambulance, they said they found me on the bathroom floor, damn.
-Eminem/Deja Vu
My mom threw a little house food eating gathering type of thing of which we attended cuz lord knows I love my mama's cookin', and so does Tianna. So we did that, my uncles were there of course, so was my twin sister and her family and etc. I recall kids bombarding me like a pack of ants. The new place they moved to is pretty ghetto, got crackheads right next door always bickering about stupid shit, buncha folk chillin' out on the street and shit, ahh, home sweet home.
I recall another BBQ like gathering like this before all of this for Vincent's birthday, or what he calls his one year of being dead (haha) since his incident when some faggots beat him into a coma and nearly killed his ass. I had no idea he lost his sense of smell completely until we were checking out the ham, and I was like; damn that shit smells good and he said to shut up cuz he couldn't smell, what the fuck? So I told 'em, from what you can see, take my word for it, it smells fuckin' delicious. Good food, good times.
I recall going to the beach on the north side towards the end of the island with Tianna, a beach I wrote about in a previous entry. It's pretty nice out there with the planes flying over head and shit, super windy and cold though, oh well. I also recall making an attempt to hike up the mountain purely for the exercise of it, which we didn't even get all the way to the top, kinda burnt out about 80% of the way. I recall going to the theater and actually paying to see movies, it's amazing, I didn't think paying for movies still existed, haha. Star Trek was fucking badass, no doubt. Terminator was pretty good in my opinion, but I'm a fan of it and Christian Bale, so probably bias. Here's my middle finger shadow puppet before the flick started since stoned and bored;
Now the funeral is over and all the tears are dried up, niggas hangin' deep on the cut gettin' fired up. Lookin' for the nigga who pulled his pistol on my homie, an eye for an eye, so now your life is what you owe me. Look deep into the eyes of your mothafuckin' killer, I want you to witness your mothafuckin murder, nigga. And since you wants to kill, then your ass has got to fry, but ain't no police, therefore, your ass has gots to die. We play the game for keeps and if you slept, I guess you sleep, you sho'nuff fucked and now your ass is six feet deep. Cuz where I come from, yo, everybody's got a gat and niggas try your ass just to see where you got your heart at. And if your shit is flimsy, then your ass is gonna bend, and like I said before, there'll be no tears in the end. I'm rollin' through your hood, now my heart is filled with anger, you at your sister's house and now your sister's life in danger by a total stranger with the gang, niggas wanna bang ya and hang ya, sting ya with one up in the chamber. Let's take a trip up Holloway, so you can see how many niggas in my hood is down to die today. We standin' up for our own shit and if you outside the click, then you die bitch. It ain't no love in this mothafucka, it ain't no love for yourself or your other brother, because we real with this shit, so we stay true, and since we bang, we do what O.G's say do. I've got the mind of the man in the mirror, so I'm lookin' at me vaguely, but I can't seem to fade me. I've got my pistol pointed cocked, ready to lay shots non-stop until I see your monkey ass drop, and let your homies know who done it, cuz when it comes to this gangsta shit, you mothafuckas know who run it. So when you put this mothafucka to the test, you gotta realize somethin', nigga; You fuckin' with the very best. I've got this killer up inside of me, I can't talk to my mother, so I talk to my diary. I'm going off on the deep end, I find myself face to face with myself while I'm sleepin'. I see your picture in my head and my hand shake, you can run, you can hide, but there's no escape. My inner feelings show no mercy on my enemy, I got to get this mothafucka before he gets to me. So in your own blood, you'll bathe, and I won't stop until I put this mothafucka in his fuckin' grave. And I can say this once again, you can cry, but you'll still die, there'll be no tears in the end.
-Scarface/No Tears
Some weeks ago, Wil randomly IMed me and asked if I wanted to take in his 50 inch rear projection Sony Grand Wega TV cuz he was going to get a newer one. Was I supposed to say no or something? Haha, made plans to pick it up the next day. The TV had image burning, meaning images would stay on screen faded lightly for a bit depending on menu you to menu, it also had a green yellowish shading over the whole screen. While doing some research while showing the TV to my dad, I found out that the TV was under some sorta class action lawsuit that had already been won for the same exact symptoms. Sony was liable to replace and or repair all of those particular model TV's, and I just lucked out cuz that was the last month to do it. I got in contact with the local certified repair guys down here and had it done pretty quickly. I still hadn't decided what I was going to do with this monstrosity of a TV. Didn't have anywhere to put it, and I could use the money, so I thought I'd try putting it up for sale on Craigslist. Not much luck there though, so I ended up selling it to my moms/that whole family whom lives there for a cheap price, and later delivered it on over to them.
Also, one random day while talking to Wil, we made plans to drive all the fucking way out to Waianae from down town Ala Moana (An hour+ drive for non Hawaii folk) just to eat at a local place in the old hood since Wil hasn't eaten there in fuckin' years. It was pretty orgasmic for 'em, he was like; Man oh man, this is what I've been missing, not a fucking thing has changed, you can't get food like this anywhere else." Shit was straight hilarious. Good times though, just chit chatting and eating.
Finally had another inked day on top of that. Basically, some months ago I had made a plan to get my tattoo artist and friend, Doug, his very own website since he didn't have one and didn't know how to go about it at all, and from what I found out, something he hadn't had planned to do until like 2010 sometime. I was gonna have someone else work on it, friend Angela, which she was doing so but lost everything due to an HD failure, in which I took it into my own hands. But, a lot of time had still passed from setting up a basic template of what Doug wanted, so I kinda forgot a lot of the shit I did and a lot of the code and etc which I had to re-learn once we finally made plans to get shit poppin'. So some days ago, Doug came over to my place with his portfolio and marked off all of the images that he wanted to use for his site, from gallery to everything else, and we went over how he wanted shit to be and what I could do or try to do and etc. After that, for about 12 hours straight, I worked on it. Little errors popping up here and there and fixing shit and etc. I've never made a full website before, so this was my first. After another 6 hours of working out all the kinks with the pictures and gallery and what not, I had most of it down and the way Doug loved it. It's pretty basic and simple, but hey, that's the point. Thanks to Tianna for helping me do some of the physical work, Angela for helping me fix up some of the code, and Amy for hosting my shit.
http://www.dougtat2.com
So because of that, Doug wanted to give me an inking session, the one he was pondering on doing, my knuckle tats, since I was originally remembered and known to him as knuckles tom, welp, it was finally gonna happen. It was pretty sudden, too. Tianna was also setting something up to get her a kanji piece done, and Doug returned a couple of days later to pick up his portfolio and was like; You and Tianna, just come in on this day at this time and I'll take care of you both, no problem. So pretty dope shit, got ink in trade of some work. The day came yesterday, Sunday, some weird shit happened. I hadn't eaten much at all that day much less drink much, or slept well, and it was fucking hot out. Tianna went under the needle first and handled it no problem. When it was my turn, I sat in the seat and he started doing line work on the L on my finger, he was just about done when I was feeling super nauseated like I was about to throw up. I was trying to control it, but then my vision started fading black, my breathing hardened, I couldn't control it, I told Doug; Yo man, can you stop for a second dude. I thought I was going to vomit, instead, I fucking blacked out. Yeah, my vision just went black as far as I can remember, just black, like I instantly fell into a dream state. I came to seconds to minutes later with Tianna and Doug trying to wake me up, and putting candy in my mouth and giving me water to drink. Tianna got pretty freaked out cuz she had no idea what was happening and it caught her off guard--she thought I was having a seizure because my eye's rolled back and I was twitching and my body was shaking and shit, I don't recall any of this of course. Doug was pretty calm because he said this type of shit happens to some people when your body is trying to deal with the pain and the adrenaline rush, like a type of shock and of course my not eating or drinking much and the whole sleep thing probably played a nice role in it. It was a pretty freaky experience for me since I've never had such a thing happen before. I felt super fucking exhausted and dizzy after that and just laid down in one of the chairs and rested for a bit. I was sweating like a motherfucker on top of that. So we just chit chatted, Tianna, Doug, and the other dude who works there, Chad and I. After about 20 minutes of resting and stretching out and shit, I told 'em to continue man, let's get this show on the road. Funny thing is, is it wasn't even the pain for me--the pain I can take, it stung like fuck on certain parts, but I can take it. Anyway, we had planned to do the line work on one hand and see if I wanted to continue, in which we ended up finishing the whole thing. Finger tats require touch up's, so I may be back in to do that in a few weeks. Went to sleep early last night, woke up a few hours later in the dark AM, been up since.
Tianna's Ink:
My Ink:
I lost a lot of my contacts/phone numbers from my phone. If you think I should have your number for whatever reasons, then get at me privately on here or anywhere else. I was installing windows mobile media 6.1 to back up and sync my contacts with outlook, instead, it thought it was a good idea to erase everything. I did some research on this, and I'm not the only one--why would they add in such an option without a single fucking warning? Shit like that requires at least 2 major on screen warnings, but with this garbage, not one fucking warning, retards. So because of that, I thought it was time to give my phone a test and go upgrade to windows mobile 6.5, and a tweaked and hacked out rom firmware for my phone. Everything went pretty smoothly, it's dope shit, here's a GIF I made with my custom menu's and icons that I'm proud of, but I've since added another menu and made newer better icons for some of the tabs, but here's the previous anyway;
Yo, follow me, come with me to the dark side of the force. No man would boldly go to this place, the devil only knows of this world. So dark and oh so cold, it's oh so cold, oh so cold, oh.
Soon as my flow starts, I compose art like the ghost of Mozart. Even though they all say that they're real, I know that most aren't. Boy, you think you're clever, don't ya, girl, ya think you're so smart. Come with me to another side in a world so cold and so dark.
Stay wide awake, a world so cold, a world where only some will go, but none return, stay wide awake, when will they learn where do they go? God only knows, stay wide awake.
Fe fi fo fum, I think I smell the scent of a placenta, I enter central park, it's dark, it's winter in December. I see my target, put my car in park and approach a tender young girl by the name of Brenda, and I pretend to befriend her. Sit down beside her like a spider;
"Hi there girl, you might've heard of me before, see whore, you're the kind of girl that I'd assault and rape, and figure why not try to make your pussy wider? Fuck you with an umbrella, then open it up while the shit's inside ya. I'm the kind of guy that's mild, but I might flip and get a little bit wilder--impregnate a lesbian, yeah, now let's see ya have triplets and I'll disintegrate them babies as soon as they out her with formaldehyde in cyanide. Girl, you can try and hide, you can try to scream louder. No need for no gun powder, that only takes the fun outta murderin', I'd rather go VIN-VIN and now you see just how the fuck I do just what I do when I cut right through your scalp--Uhh, shit, wait a minute, I mean skull, my knife seems dull, pull another one out, uhh."
So dark and so cold, my friends don't know this other side of me, there's a monster inside of me, it's quite ugly, and it frightens me. But they can't see what I can see, there's a vacancy in my tummy, it's making me play hide-n-seek, like Jason, I'm so hungry. She's naked, see, no privacy, but I can see she wants me. So patiently, I try to be, but jee, why does she taunt me? Pull's the drapes, and she goes right to sleep and I creep right through the front, see, so blatantly, but silently, cuz I know that she's sound asleep. "Who's waking me so violently and why's he on top of me? He's raping me." She tries to scream; "Somebody, please get him off me. He's taping me, he's biting me, he's laughing like it's funny."
"She's scraping me, she's fighting me, she's scratching like some dumb freak." Escaping me, no dice, you see, I might just be Ted Bundy or Satan, jee, what a sight to see, I'm dancing in my red panties. I'm crazy, but it's alright with me, man, life can be so empty. Stay away from me cuz I'm dancing to quite a different drum beat.
But I tried to stay wide awake cuz you might end up found dead by the lake. Soon as you lay me down to sleep, bitch, your soul, I'ma try to take, pray for light today right away, why do they try to fight today? I must make them pay twice as much, might as well put the knife away. Now I use power tools, how 'bout now, are you in the shower? Scour you for 6 hours till outage of power outlets. How did ya figure out I was down in your basement, now ya must've just heard the sound of my stomach growlin' from down there. Prolly there's no one fouler, bound here, that's how they found ya, face down in the tub, I drown ya with piles of ya down around ya. Such nostalgia and power, such prowess, look how you cower, jump out on you now like I was a Jawa from fuckin' Star Wars. Jabba The Hut, be de ba ba be de ba ba, it's time to da-da, oughta not even bother to scream, it don't even matter. Amazing when raising skin with these razor blades he waves at ya, not ya everyday Damien, bathe me in holy water. Nothing like Son Of Sam, so please understand, there's no gun in hand--where's the thrill in the hunt? There's no fun in that, here I come with axe, once I act like lumberjack when I'm hackin' 'em up with that--what was that? Dial 911, someone's comin' in from the back.
-Eminem/Stay Wide Awake
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The space journey continues, captain's log on the tomager.
First off, I got my chest piece done entirely, and for free at that, that fuckin' Doug, I love that guy. Tianna and I went to visit 'em one day for no fuckin' raisin except that it's been a while. When we walked into the shop, it must have been fate, cuz Doug was on the table getting his side inked up. I always said I'd catch him one day while he's getting inked so he can know what it's like, and make fun of him and etc, haha. So that was grand, and during our time of talking, along with the other dude there, Simon, who's pretty chill, and another dude I just met there as well--Doug told me to go to his schedule book and pick a day and time, I was really hesitant cuz I know what he was suggesting but there was no turning 'em down, so we got that settled for a day that week and took care of business. It's been so long for me, I forgot that feeling, I was nervous, I missed that feeling. Sure enough, it hurt like a bitch, motherfuckin' chest;
Some other good news, I was asking Doug about my fingers/knuckle tats again, and he told me, if I can get a steady job, or show some kinda proof that I'm getting money, he'd CONSIDER, MAYBE, POSSIBLE, do my knuckles, haha, I told 'em it's a fucking deal and that I'd print out a paypal page or my stats from what I'm doing nowadays.
I also made an offer to make Doug his very own website, of which I was having some friends, Amy & Angela help with. Angela was the main one who was making like a template to work with, but then her HD got fried and that went out the window. Sooooooo, now I'm trying to use my less than skills to do it myself. BUT, instead of a template, I'm gonna go meet up with Doug sometime this week to discuss some idea's that I got so we can try to see what we can do, or what I can do rather, and I'll bust my ass on it too even though I'm not very familiar with web designing--which is why I wanted Angela to do it since she's a lot more skilled than I am in that department. It's just my way of appreciating who is, the work he does, and the shit he's done for me, doing it all for free. Meeting 'em this week to discuss shit.
Now to business. I continue to strive to quit the slave wage days and I've been continuing to make internet money. I'd say I'm doing pretty decent at it as it's getting me by, so I am making money from the internet now, just like a real job. I just gotta keep it up, keep pushing shit, keep the hours going, and best of all, keep trying new idea's, trying new things. It's kinda tough when you're the only one doing it for yourself--I wish some of my friends had the same mentality that I did, cuz I know with our brain powers combined, we could probably have a better chance at tackling better and bigger idea's. But, unfortunately, this is just the way it's gonna be. I wish some people, others, would be more trusting in me, to see that I'd be willing to do some real work to get shit done with some real help in return, rather than no responses or bullshit answers of motivation that mean nothin' next to the truth; what lies in the method. I won't disclose what I do exactly, some of you may know, others may not--but I'll say this, if you know me and I know you and you got a lot of free time sitting around on the net and feel like making some extra cash, hit me up and I'll explain the details and you can accept or decline, no big deal either way. It's not that easy for starters, but once you got it down--who the fuck would want a real job? Yah.
I recall hanging out with Chadd a couple of days to give him a 101 on what I'm doing exactly so he could do it himself whenever he has the time.
While on the money roll, a pal, Pad/Kevin randomly gave me 200.00 for no raisin cuz he felt like making it rain on some of us in a stickam chatroom. I thought the dude was kidding, but since drunk and ballin', it's like no thang to 'em--but it was highly appreciated since not too many have ever done anything nice for me in my life without some kinda expectation or bullshit.
So this mixed with my other pal, Wil, whom gave me a broken PS3 like a couple of days before that, was combined. The PS3 has a broken blu-ray drive, so I ordered a new drive for about 160.00 which should be here sometime this week--kinda stoked to crack open the PS3 to see what it's insides look like, better yet, get it running again. If all goes well, gonna cop Killzone 2 and Metal Gear Solid 4.
PSN Gamer Tag: Systom
Speaking of Wil, I went to his place on some day after dropping Tianna off at the college. We just hung out and chatted about what was up in each others life nowadays, the past some, the good old shit, I miss that guy. We gamed it up a few games on Street Fighter IV as well, good shit.
While on games, my uncle Jason had given me a broken PSP to check out to see if I could repair it. This was a while back, a long with a busted Xbox 360 which wasn't under warranty anymore. If there's ever anything that I can't fix myself, I end up just giving it to my dad--he's way better than I am with electronics and his potential to fix broken shit like it ain't no thang. I gave him the Xbox 360 but he had no luck with that, probably a lot more serious problem than expected. For the PSP, as far as I knew and could see, the screen was shattered. I ordered a new screen for 30.00 and replaced it, and got it running again. To my demise, the fuckin' UMD drive was also busted and wasn't reading UMD's. This wouldn't have been too bad of a problem considering I can hack the PSP to play pirated games from the memory stick, BUT, the CIRCLE button is also not working, so that's the biggest problem. Gonna give that to my dad as well and see if he can fix it--so basically if my dad can fix it, he can keep it.
Please, could you stop the noise, I'm trying to get some rest from all thee unborn chicken voices in my head.
What's this? I may be paranoid, but not an android. What's this? I may be paranoid, but not an android.
When I am king, you will be first against the wall with your opinion which is of no consequence at all.
Ambition makes you look pretty ugly, kicking, squealing, gucci little piggy.
You don't remember, you don't remember, why don't you remember my name?
Off with his head, man, off with his head, man, why don't you remember my name, I guess he does.
Rain down, rain down, come on rain down on me from a great height, from a great height, height.
That's it sir, you're leaving the crackle of pigskin, the dust and the screaming.
The yuppies networking, the panic, the vomit, the panic, the vomit.
God loves his children, God loves his children, yeah.
-Radiohead/Paranoid Android
Up next, Ecstasy trip. I managed to score some E from Kelly since she's into the whole rave scene and what not--took a while with delays, but it eventually got to me, Blue Dolphins and Orange Glocks. Who makes up these names? Haha. I gave the glocks to Chadd, enjoy, and Tianna and I dropped the dolphins. I didn't eat anything all day, and we went to get some shit from curryhouse, on the drive back, we popped 'em. Got home and ate a lot, E takes about an hour before it kicks in. Once that time came, it hit me hard, I started just trippin' balls and getting all hot and nervous and shit. I felt super nauseated it too, it sucked. I recall just tripping out and watching an episode of Planet Earth in 720P on my TV, and watching some disgusting shrimp creature swim through the water, the big crystal clear image, like I was having water creature sickness, I fuckin' turned away from it and pulled myself over the trashcan like I was about to yak. After controlling myself and going to the bathroom multiple times to clear myself out, and even sitting in the shower which definitely made me feel better, I eased out some. So my trip started out shitty, but after that, we went on a long walk at night, it was super adventurous and cold. We walked by a group of people whom tried to invite us to hang out or smoke with them, but I kept walking by and told 'em sorry, I was on a fucking mission and trippin' on X, so I had to keep moving--they all cracked up and was saying to be sure to drink water and shit we were doing. Could've made some friends, but was trippin' too much, had to keep moving.
Tianna turns into a complete whore when she's on E, completely. So we got to fuckin' and just doing the nasty pretty much like before, I mean you do things you'd not normally do, ya know, and it's just whatever. I mean I was eating her asshole out and everything, that's right, she even went for a finger in my ass while blowing me--talk about anything goes.
Course we both started coming down, and got high, and got more and more down with Planet Earth episodes into passing out. Next day wasn't too bad, didn't have that downer feeling like before surprisingly, just beat.
Hike#2
Another month in advanced hiking trip. The day before came, Chadd pulled out because he was sick, sucks, but he still said we all should go so he gave me the gear the night before. Definitely next time. This time, it was supposed to be me, Chadd, B, Alfredo, Jason, Tianna. Since Chadd pulled out, B went with 'em. So now we were down to 4--I was talking to my dad about somethin' and I thought about my other cousin Pat, Patrick, I haven't seen his ass in a long time. So I asked my dad where I could find him at, and I actually got in contact with 'em and asked 'em if he wanted to come with us. 'Course he agreed, so we made plans the next morning to get shit poppin'. We went an hour or so earlier than the last time, and the sun was out and full. We all got geared up, Jason was with Alfredo, I picked up Pat and Tianna was with. We met up, and went up the same mountain hike. I did a fuck ton better this time around since I've been exercising some. It was still brutal, but we made it up to the top way faster than the last time. We hiked up to the same spot that we did last time, it was grand. Boys were drinkin' lightly this time around, more or so concentrated on the hike and shooting. Both new comers had a blast, we all did of course, so it was a good work out and a good time spent. We will definitely be doing it again, and more and more people are wanting to come, it's getting ridiculous, haha, but we'll see.
^.40 Hollow Point Damage
After that, we made plans to all go back to our place. We just chilled out back mostly, talking about whatever, Jason hit the grill up and BBQ's some shit for everyone, Alfredo passed out, Pat got high and smoked some of that Salvia that I had and fuckin' tripped out, shit was hilarious. I dropped off Jason and Pat, left Alfredo passed out on my couch while Tianna was passed out in the bed. We just watched TV shows all night until sleeping, Alfredo woke up briefly and was watching, he passed out and went home in the morning before we even woke up. Good times.
Insert random beach day here with Tianna, been a long while, but it was a disgusting sunny day, so it was made for it.
Insert a shout out to Ken, AKA Mike's dad, life long good friend and like a second family to me, good business and friendship 4 life.
What next, what next. Chadd's been having it rough lately, really rough, and it kinda pisses me off--when do some people get a fuckin' break in this shit of a life? But I'm doing all I can to make all of this BS easy on 'em, everything, anything. Just a waiting game now, he's thinking about moving to Portland, it's just like I told him, on my end I wouldn't want the dude to leave cuz I don't got much people I can call friends, friends to that kinda extent anyway, so it sucks. But on his end, I dunno, it could be better for him. He tells me it's a back up last resort type of plan, but yeah, we'll see. So with that said, he also might be moving in with me, I'd not mind that all, be a good time to to get back on his feet with saving and also more teaching to make more green on top of that if he wants to with what I'm doing.
Next, finally replacing the broken futon-couch-bed thing in my room. It's been a long time coming, so Tianna and I have been looking around for somethin' to replace it. We ended up getting super lucky on some type of bombass deal and scored a leather Ashley couch, fuckin' ballin', gonna be shipped here on Wednesday, I just hope we can get this sucker to fit through the door ways. Regular price was like 800.00-900.00, copped it for 250.00 due to some kinda return and a tear in it that didn't even exist, so, score.
Another purchase I made was a gun holster. Yeah, it's been a long time coming and I've always wanted to get a particular gun holster for my pistol and I finally got one, and not just anyone at that, but the one I wanted. The shoulder black leather Galco holster for 200.00. Steep price, but definitely worth it when I got the damned thing, super comfortable and ease of use. Gonna cop some ammo and another cartridge in the near future.
[Eminem]
Shady, Aftermath. Look at that bitch, god, shit, hey. There she goes, shaking that ass on the floor, bumpin' and grindin' that pole. The way she's grindin' that pole, I think I'm losing control.
Get buzzed, get drunk, get crunked, get fucked up, hit the strip club, don't forget ones, get your dick rubbed, get fucked, get sucked, get wasted, shit faceted, pasted, blasted, puke, drink up, get a new drink, hit the bathroom sink, throw up, wipe your shoe clean, got a routine goin', still got a few chunks on them shoestrings showin' I was dehydrated 'till the beat vibrated, I was re-vibed as soon as this Bitch gyrated and hips and licked them lips and that was it, I had to get Nate Dogg here to sing some shit.
[Nate Dogg]
Two to the one from the one to the three, I like good pussy and I like good trees, smoke so much weed, you wouldn't believe and I get more ass than a toilet seat. Three to the one from the one to the three, I met a bad bitch last night in the D, let me tell you how I made her leave with me; Conversation and Hennessey. I've been to the mothafuckin' mountain top, heard mothafuckers talk, seen 'em drop. If I ain't got a weapon, I'ma pick up a rock and when I bust yo ass, I'm goin' continue to rock. Get ya ass off the wall with your two left feet, it's real easy, just follow the beat. Don't let that fine girl pass you by, look real close cuz strobe lights lie.
We 'bout to have a party, turn the music up, let's get it started, go ahead and shake your butt. I'm lookin' for a girl with a body and a sexy strut, wanna get it poppin' baby, step right up. Some girls, they act retarded, some girls are about it. I'm lookin' for a girl that will do whatever the fuck I say, everyday she be givin' it up.
Shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me. Come on girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me. Ohh girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me, come on girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me.
[Eminem]
I'm a menace, a dentist, an oral hygienist, open your mouth for about four or five minutes. Take a little bit of this fluoride rinse, swish but don't spit it, swallow and I'll finish. Yeah, me and Nate d-o double g, looking for a couple bitches with some double D's. Pop a little champagne and a couple E's, slip it in her bubbly, we finnin' to have a party.
[Nate Dogg]
Have a party, turn the music up, let's get it started, go ahead and shake your butt. I'm lookin' for a girl I can fuck in my hummer truck, apple Bottom jeans and a big ol' butt. Some girls, they act retarded, some girls are about it. I want a bitch to sit at the crib with no panties on, knows that she can but she won't say no. Now look at this lady all in front of me, sexy as can be, tonight I want a slut, would you be mine? I heard you was freaky from a friend of mine.
[Eminem]
Now I hope you don't get mad at me, but I told Nate you was a freak, he said he wants a slut, hope you don't mind, I told 'em how you like it from behind.
God, I'm old, I ain't leavin' without you bitch, you coming home with me and my boy, and his boy, and his boy, and his girl, haha, Nate Dogg.
-Eminem & Nate Dogg/Shake That Ass
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3-22-08, CAPTAIN'S LOG, SITTING HERE PONDERING WHAT TO WRITE ABOUT...YET AGAIN, TRAVELING THROUGH SPACE, LET'S START HERE;
(WARNING, THIS ENTRY WILL HAVE LOTS OF YOUTUBE VIDEOS)
I guess one of the first things I remember was having Dani and my cousin, Chucky, crashing over on the same night. Turns out that Chucky and Dani are in the same class or some shit and had noticed one or thee others through myspaces and what not, and got to talking there and became friends through this little connection. It was a while back, but all I can recall is playing Castle Crashers with four players, them two, Tianna, and I. Cracking out on that and other video games. Oh, and Dani's weird powerball toy;
Next thing I recall, badass beach day. Basically, a week before, Chadd wanted to come and hang and detox from life by chillin' with me and T. We do what we do, we get high, Chadd gets drunk, we watch shit, play shit, and just good old chattin'. The same day, I got a phone call from my Uncle, Jason, and Alfredo as well, asking if I wanted to come out to the beach with them, a beach I haven't been to at all or in forever, somewhere on the northshore. Chadd said he was down, and Tianna was as well, so we woke up early the next day, took forever getting some fuckin' breakfast at jack in the box before driving out to meet the rest of the folk in some city I'm not familiar with. We all met up and shit, drove out to the spot on the beach, I recall it being very fucking windy and cold. Tianna and I swam a bunch, Chadd was mostly sketching and shit on the beach, I wanted that mofo to get into the water since I ain't never seen that shit, or him at all on a beach, haha. Also supervised my uncle's kids a bunch, and playing with them and etc, dug a huge hole for no reason at all which led to a great work out. My other Cousin Vincent, or Vincent Boy was also there with his lady, as well as my aunty along with my Uncle. It was pretty cool to have gliders and planes and shit flying low over us. A couple of times, I noticed my uncle chatting it up with Chadd and I'm just saying to myself; "Oh man, I hope he'll be alright." As in Chadd, haha, you'd just have to know my uncle to even understand what I'm talking about. He even ended up going on a beer/bathroom run alone with my uncle...how scary. I later found out that it was all good, Chadd was drunk off of his ass, said my uncle was real chill and cool/funny and shit, good. Alfredo and Vincent also went diving, I don't know nothin' about that shit or fishing or whatever, but I did score some pictures and a vid;
Met up with Alfredo on some Sunday to go and pick up some Ammo and to check out a different gun shop that I've never been to. We get there and OH, hello, they're closed on Sunday, for some reason that whole day, I thought it was Saturday, fucked up. Met Chadd some days later to pick up some Ammo for the oncoming hike, we got all the ammo and almost had everything set...we were just counting on the weather and shooting targets to come in that was ordered through ebay...which never came in time, so Tianna and I went the day before the hike to go get some targets which wasn't the best targets, but somethin', better than nothin'. Weeks later, the targets finally came in the mail, fucking idiots, but oh well, we can save them for the next hiking adventure. Also, about a week after this, my uncle asked me if I wanted to come with the usual's down to the beach where they had spread my grandpa's ashes, so we did just that for a little while. I also recall going to my sisters place one day to help set up her new computer and printer and shit...well she had some business to attend to, and I had to pick up Tianna, Jayden was staying at the house with me, so he ended up coming with on a nice long car ride with me, which has never been done before. Surprisingly, he was pretty good the whole way, we were just talking about whatever he wants to talk about, he's a video game freak, and still rotten to the bone, enjoyed one of Eminem's and Slipknot's songs a bit too much while in the car, he kept asking to play those songs again and asking me why they swear a lot in them, which he also enjoys--yeah, I know, haha, old photo of him.
Tianna's 21st b-day came and went. We went to the usual place, that infamous black angus cattle company. We both had filet mignon I believe, ya just can't beat that soft juicy piece of steak ass. Onion rangs, salads, those fancy dranks that I dig--or well, Tianna had some alcohol included drank instead, some kinda Tea somethin' like Long Island. Shit was superb--even better, when we were about to leave, the waitress comes out with some kinda specialty dessert and said she hadn't noticed that it was her birthday till paying. It was some kinda brownie topped with ice cream, whipped cream, chocolate shavings and sauce and all fancy looking and shit--shit was mad delicious, it oughta be on their menu. Filled the fuck up, bounced.
For some weeks or even a month now, I have been trying to secure a day to meet up with Kelly, or actually, after chatting some, introducing her to Tianna. So it finally happened on this same day, 'cept at night. We met up, introduced the two whom both didn't have any problem with one another, it was actually all pretty chill, we just all chatted about shit, both gals got tipsy some with some dranks, we all got high and just had a great time. Regardless that I was horny as shit and wanted a little double girl action, it wasn't gonna happen that night since Kelly had to be home by a certain time since working the next day, boo-hoo for me--but she was saying next time and etc, haha, joy;
I basically just stole this little paragraph from Chadd's journal, probably the most exciting thing I did in a while, the best shit;
Saturday
Gun day. Weeks before, Tom and I were starting to plan a shooting day. It was actually months, maybe a year in the making. But we finally made it happen. I invited B because the guy's gonna go to job corp soon and wanted to go out with a bang. I took that request kinda literally. Tom brought his cousin Alfredo and of course, his siamese twin Tianna. After stair-master climbing and getting stabbed by spikey plants of all species, we finally reached our quiet little shooting area. It was perfect. Beer, jokes, shoot, beer, jokes, shoot, shoot, shoot, more beer. It was great. And then it started to rain. We got lost in the mountains for a few minutes, but Fredo led us back to man-made roads. The board of water hooked us up with a faucet too. It was like destiny. Haha. I felt relieved and admittedly drunk. I remember saying it like 10 times that I never want to get wasted in the forest ever again. Things start to get fuzzy after that. I remember us walking down from the mountains like frickin' Mosses with the 10 commandments. Beat-up but satisfied. We accomplished something big that day... The car got popped while we were away. Fools took the stereo faceplate and some other non-important stuff. Then, the drive back. No tunes. I felt vomit brewing and a hang-over just around the bend. I wish that I could describe this day better, but, it'd take multiple paragraphs. Besides, it was more like one of those "you had to be there" sort of things...
Some Tom notes to go with that, the hike up was fucking brutal, I can't believe Alfredo and Chadd were carrying coolers which they swapped out with one another with Tianna and even B--AND Alfredo and Chadd were drinking beers while hiking up, hahaha. But it wasn't super bad because it was cloudy out and it was slightly drizzling from time to time. Target shooting was fucking awesome along with the adventure of being led through weeds and rocks and all of the sorts, note to self, don't forget the fucking machete next time. Incredible day, we spent hours on the hike, getting lost was fuckin' great even though I got a tad bit worried since hiking with inebriated fucks, haha. Chadd was pretty wasted as said, dude hardly even shot, haha. The hike back down was definitely grand, it rained some and shit, made it a lot more chill. I had also talked about this with Alfredo as well like a year in advanced, alongside Chadd, we finally got this shit done. We're all definitely planning to do this again sometime soon, maybe next month sometime, shits great exercise, I was sore all over for the next 3-4 days, feels great man. Regardless that the car was broken into via slimjim from the window--fucking faggots got useless items(which was easily replaced for like 50.00) cuz before we left the car, I always tell everyone to take all valuables with them, like I ain't know what city we're in;
Up next, I forgot what day this happened on, but I had bought the game Street Fighter IV. As much as it pisses me off with me cussing at the TV and calling out it's bullshits, it's a pretty good game with a back to the basics feel/simplicity to it. So because of that, I've been gaming from time to time with Wil, the capcom masta. I also swung by to his place on some day to drop off a bag of his shit that I had, a bunch old stuff that I'm sure brings back memories that he appreciates, not mentioning his college degree or any of that garbage, haha. Chilled at his place for a bit, just chatting about life and whatever else comes and goes, along with Tianna and Brandy--it was good to see them again though. I thought my room looked bad, but damn, Wil's place got mine beat with them controllers and wiring, versus my laptop weed bar.
Another short and sorta weird event, but worth mentioning. Tianna and I needed to use her birthday coupons for the cattle company, right? So I had this idea to invite Chadd to come with us cuz I know he fucking hates that sorta get up, but I'm saying that he could potentially dig this place because of the dark setting and big booths and shit, I mean, like I like that kinda things either--us ghetto folk. I thought he was gonna shoot it down on arrival, but surprisingly, he didn't...he questioned me about some sorta chocolate cake even, and he said he was sold by chocolate cake, the super ultra choco cake delux or whatever the fuck he called it, haha. Well I can't say what kind of a time he had, he said he felt a little out of placed--the waiter gave us a seat like right out in the open infront of the entrance, and I was like, yo, fuck this, let's move, so we did, just to ease any tensions and shit. Had an NY steak and Tianna with the filet mignon(AKA soft steak cuz I don't believe in that faggot name) and onion rangs, Chadd got some kinda fried shrimp thing--all in all, I thought everything was good and I hope Chadd liked it too. Updates on Chadd's situation, he eventually got lucky and found a good place to live at, he even had extended time at his current place, and got lots of help to move and all of that from some family which surprised him, so everything worked out good on his end, glad to hear that despite a couple of bad luck REAL LIFE stories to do with 'em that I won't mention since it's his own personal shit.
Down there at the pawn shop, it's a nifty way to shop.
Down there at the pawn shop, if it's not in stone.
Down there at the pawn shop, at no end, no way to shop.
Down there at the pawn shop.
What has been told, albino made in stone, just remember that it's flesh and bone.
So, why I'm down here at the pawn shop.
Down here at the pawn shop, down here at the pawn shop, down here at the pawn shop.
What has been sold, not strictly made of stone, just remember that it's flesh and bone.
And I have heard, like dike-a-bird, yeah, but just remember that it's flesh and bone.
so why I'm down here at the pawn shop..down here at the pawn shop
What has been sold, not strictly sold, please remember that it's flesh and bone.
-Sublime/Pawn Shop
What next, a trip down to the northshore side to have those lovely shaved ice from Matsumoto Shaved Ice. I don't even remember when I had one of those things since I was probably a kid, but Tianna and I had planned to go have some of that shit some time and we finally got it done on some lazy day. I had uhhh, stawberry/pineapple/vanilla with icecream under it, shit was mad delicious, Tianna had Fruit Punch, Stawberry, and Vanilla, also with ice cream, she didn't like the fruit punch part though. So we joked about going again the next day to try some new flavors and well, the joke became a reality when we were both bored the next day, so once again, we drove all the way out there to go have some. When we got there, fucking Saturday, the line was huge, there was no parking or anything, I was disgusted and didn't even wanna have one anymore and was driving away angrily...and then I turned around cuz I was pissed that I drove that far for nothin'. Found a parking in a no parking zone, fuck it, stood in line for like a half hour or so, got Li Hing Mui & Lemon, Tianna got the same but also with Cherry, fuckin' dope shit. Did I mention my addiction for starbucks lately anywhere in this entry while I'm on these little fuckin' snacks? I don't particularly like coffee, but I've discovered mocha frappuccino's which I fuckin' adore for god knows what reason.
This big space is reserved for PHIL with a bunch of shit that I won't talk about, you the man motherfucker, hope everything goes over smoothly.
I made and hosted my first torrent ever as well, well, I didn't make it, I just took the time to download them all individually. Basically it's this book that was made about 10 years ago, called Xenogears: Perfect Works, basically the Xenogears(Playstation Video Game, my #1 video game of all time) Bible, all in Japanese. Someone I randomly found on the net was almost completed with translating the entire thing into English directly onto the scanned pages. So I got in contact with the dude and told him what I wanted to do, bunch 'em all up and put them in one big file to download, he gave me the OK, I set everything up and hosted it for days, got a lot of downloads from it, still going, the torrent file can be found here;
(Mininova)
(http://www.mininova.org/tor/2379460)
(PirateBay)
(http://thepiratebay.org/torrent/4772263)
Most recent, well, I've had a bad sore throat for more than a week and have been sober since a couple of days ago, I got over it and am back on my feet I guess, I hope. Also to note, Tianna has started her laser permanent hair removal process, she claims that it hurts like a bitch, would rather be inked, but she has a few more appointments or some shit, sucks to be her, haha.
Ugh, I'm sickened to even be writing about this part but I keep shit real so I will definitely talk about it here. This little story will be about Chloe, yeah, if you've read my shit, you'll know who this is, that little asian girl. For more than a month, or closely to even two months, she'd IM me, text me, call me, email me, all of which I would never respond to cuz I was either not there or just was like BLAH to the random sporadic shit that she spews. It was pretty annoying of her hitting me up on almost the daily about random whatever and my never responding...kinda creepy at that. So basically I finally let it out and told her she was annoying on a forums that I go to often, and one where she has recently gone to and just annoys everyone in a fashion that everyone refers to as a 'troll'. I basically told her that I thought she was annoying and I didn't wanna be her friend anymore or anything like that, I didn't talk any shit or anything like that, very civil about it. Of course her little bruised ego couldn't handle it and was saying she wanted her toothbrush and shirt back from me of which I don't even know what she's talking about cuz I hadn't noticed any of her shit here, I was just thinking she wanted a reason to see me again or some crap. I don't know when exactly was it that we last hung out, but it was with Tianna on some random late night where she practically begged me to pick her up cuz she didn't have anywhere else to go--and I was just being kind and did so since she was practically homeless due to family drama. She stayed over for a couple of nights and I was like, yeah, I got shit to do now, ya gotta go, I gotta try to get some work done and I can't do it with you around, I just don't generally like hanging out with people for pro-longed periods of times, while she uses my computer, my big TV, eats up the food, leaves messes in her drugged up state of mind with constant random rambling.
Anyway, from this point on, on that very same forum, she's making open threats about how she's going to egg my house...like some sorta pre-teen revenge, and later on, she'd email or text me the same about egging my house, or insinuating that it won't be her, but it'll be someone else paying me a visit, as if some faggot friends of hers, or some crap, I don't even know, she just started to straight up stalk me with taunts. The only place I ever replied to her was on this forum, ANYWHERE else, I NEVER replied to her, in fact, on this forum, I just started making a stalker log and just started taking screen shots from my phone and or computer from my email about how whack this chick was. Even more to my surprise, this other cat who owns that forum, YTCracker, showed me a screen shot of how much she emails HIM. And there's frickin' hundreds of emails, tons of repeated BS, all talking about me, how she's gonna kill me, or call the cops on me, if I believe in God, I'll be behind bars soon, or claim rape to get me arrested, all sorts of crazy fuckin' shit. But so far, that's all it has been, TALK, no action. It's pretty hilarious and annoying altogether, like, wow, just get over it, I mean, don't you have more important shit to worry about? Get your life together. YTCracker told me that he only reads or responds to her shit if he's smashed, but for the most part, he doesn't. She has some kinda stalker intent idolization for YTCracker since NERD LIFE, but wow, I had to apologize to him myself cuz he was getting it way more bad than I was...let alone whoever else, jesus. I'll keep saying bring it though, like I'm supposed to be afraid--this chick don't even know the half of what I been through or the cats I know, and she must wonder why I find her problems to be simplistic and childish. Bring it anyway ya want to, online? No problem. Wanna call the cops on me and take it the legal way? No problem, I got a fuck ton of evidence and witnesses/alibis. Wanna try shit off the records? Bring it, call anyone, I don't give a fuck, DO ANYTHING REAL and just stop runnin' your crazy little mouth, wannabe lunatic. Crazy, psychotic, insane, psh, I know people who fit those words FOR REAL, not just delusional mindfucks. I've not heard from her in a few days, but I doubt it's over yet, I hope it is though.
Here's the thread where you can see how everything went down, including all sorts of screen shots and what not;
(http://digitalgangster.com/4um/showthread.php?t=85007)
Fake, fake records, records, records.
It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip, it's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop.
One thing 'bout music, when they hit, you feel no pain. White folks says it controls your brain, I know better than that, that's game and we ready for that. Two soldiers, head of the pack, matter of fact, who got the gat, and where my army at, rather attack than not react. Back the beats, it don't reflect on how many records get sold on sex, drugs, and rock and roll whether your project's put on hold. In the real world, these just people with ideas, they just like me and you when the smoke and camera disappear. Again, the real world, it's bigger than all these fake ass records. When poor folks got the millions and my woman's disrespected. If you check 1,2, my word of advice to you is just relax. Just do what you got to do, if that don't work then kick the facts. If you a fighter, rider, lighter, flame ignitor, crowd exciter or you wanna just get high, then just say it. But then if you a liar liar, pants on fire, wolf cry, agent with a wire, I'm gon' know it when I play it. It's bigger than
Who shot Biggie Smalls, if we don't get them, they gon' get us all. I'm down for runnin' up on them crackers in they city hall. We ride for yall, all my dogs stay real, nigga don't think these record deals gonna feed your seeds and pay your bills because they not. MC's get a little bit of love and think they hot, talkin' 'bout how much money they got, nigga, all yall records sound the same. I'm sick of that fake thug, R&B Rap scenario all day on the radio, same scenes in the video, monotonous material. Yall don't hear me though, these record labels slang our tapes like dope. You can be next in line and signed and still be writing rhymes and broke. You would rather have a Lexus or Justice, a Dream or some Substance, a Beamer, a Necklace or Freedom. Still a nigga like me don't playa' hate, I just stay awake, this real hip hop, and it don't stop till we get the po po off the block. They call it
DP's got that crazy shit, we keep it crunk up, John Blaze'd and shit, 1, 2, 1, 2.
They call it; Fake, fake, fake records, records, records.
-Dead Prez/Hip Hop
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Still alive, still alive, whether that be a curse or a blessing, I don't know and don't care.
Anyway, not much has been going on really. What to talk about, what to talk about.
We'll do it all, everything, on our own.
We don't need anything or anyone.
If I lay here, if I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?
I don't quite know how to say how I feel.
Those three words are said too much, they're not enough.
Forget what we're told before we get too old.
Show me a garden that's bursting into life.
Let's waste time chasing cars around our heads.
I need your grace to remind me to find my own.
All that I am, all that I ever was.
Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see.
I don't know where, confused about how as well.
Just know that these things will never change for us at all.
-Snow Patrol/Chasing Cars
Bidness first I guess as usual. Still no real job yet, although I must admit I haven't even been looking too much, still keeping my eye's for somethin' to drop an app to if it's even worth it, but more or so trying to work on other ventures so I don't have to go back to that shit depending on how reliable it is--but I'm still contemplating a part time depending on how things go over the next couple of months or so.
First off, that trial projects with making money from the Internets that I previously mentioned, well that hit the shitter and certain top dog websites like Ebay and Amazon, didn't approve of my illegitimate tactics that I used to make the kinda money I did--in which they revoked that cash and banned my accounts, hahaha, I most certainly expected this due to some mistakes I made early on with trial and error, although I did much more research in this venture to better my security the next time around if and when I want to get into that, or whenever it's necessary. Plus, I get all that learning experience and what not, pretty interested stuff, a lot harder to absolutely get away with than what I would have expected, but entirely doable, just a lot more work/learning. So, with that said, I pretty much stopped there with that project.
Somethin' else also came to mind about something I mentioned before with Sprint making some sorta fuck up on my bill, which would have credited nearly 1,000. to my account, but, they got wind of that and had that fixed, bummer. UPDATE; Although I'm supposedly getting twice the amount in rebates returned for I don't know what reason, let's see if this one pulls through.
Back on track, any who, another type of proposition popped up with internet money that I've been watching before actually signing up and trying it, and needless to say, it wasn't that bad with what I worked with, managed to make a nice extra 600.00 over the course of a week or so, added up to maybe just a few full days of work. Yeah, I was already paid for that, helped a bunch with the bills. Since then, there's been a lot of drama with the particular program(not to do with me, but other idiots) that's been resolved and upgraded and refined and such, so having to work with those changes, I started putting a lot more work into this particular venture in various ways with the hopes of making more dollars. Some of the stuff I'd work on all frickin' day, but due to more problems arising, I kinda just stopped, also more with a bunch of IRL shit coming up, that helped a halt on that as well. But no, I've not given this up yet, just a delay, I put in a little time here and there building up what I'm working on, then soon enough, I'll launch it in all ways and just put hours and hours into this shit to try to make that dollars come in. Working with programs, and awaiting one dude to sell me a program he's working on to make things a whole lot easier, time saved, time is money.
More on the bidness aspect, over the course of some months, I've been helping out a good friend whom is in the middle east with some work that he needs to get done down here and I don't mind helping 'em out with that, since potentially I'm not doing anything anyway besides the internet shit, and the beauty behind that is yeah, I choose when and what to do, so it's no biggy. Not everything has gone down just yet, but we're working on it, hopefully soon, and satisfactory should be pleasant on both ends, I'm looking forward to this one though, would help a lot. OH YOU KNOW IT PHIL, BANG BANG.
Yet another venture, I recently was trying to sell my Nintendo DS on Ebay since I never play the damned thing much and it's super new and shit, but those cheap scape Ebayers all wait till the final hours to bid and only low ball since cheapsters. Instead, I put it up on Craigslist and didn't get any responses for days until one dude hit me up, we talked some via email, made a good deal, met up, sold it to him. Told him to contact me if he needed any help with anything.
Well since then, we've made multiple 'transactions' for various things and he has been nothing but satisfied with the business I offer and my generous support if any problems. A part of this is to do with free lance computer based type of work, say if you need a computer fixed/reformatted(cleared of viruses/spyware) backed up, and basically just made to be brand new and updated with the latest and greatest shit. I've done multiple jobs like these in which I work on it ASAP and as fast as I can, usually over a night or two and it's done and I get it back to whomever it was, and I charge like 50.00 for that shit + extra goodies if needed, but cost goes up depending on what exactly. Why me? Well save money, that's why, fuck those geek squad rip offs and everything like 'em, I'll even do some hardware shit if it's doable to me, I mean, I'd look at it anyway for free and if it's not somethin' I can fix, then just return it. I'm looking to expand a bit more in this area as well, by word of mouth type of thing, it's kinda a hobby and I don't mind doing it.
ANY OF YOU HAWAII FUCKERS NEED A COMPUTER FIXED? GET AT ME AND WE CAN TALK AND FIGURE THIS SHIT OUT.
A possible 'nother type of venture exists as well with one of my main man's Chadd, but I won't mention none of that stuff here for obvious reasons. Gotta hustle, you say; be a slave wage? I say; fuck that, I do what I want, I'm a gangsta. You say; Rich assholes rape countries worldwide and tax it's people for their personal profiteering jargon bullshit, I say; I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do, so fuck your one sided laws.
Now, about a month or so ago, back when I was gonna start looking for a real job, I thought what the hell, it would be a good idea to GET my license just because a bunch of jobs require it for whatever stupid reasons, I'm talking about the one's that have nothing to do with driving but still require it for I don't know, parking or being assured you'll get to work on time and not BUS time. So one fine early morning, I decided to go, went with Tianna in the early AM at like 5:30, going to starbucks to get some coffee, or in my case, I don't drink coffee but I tried a white chocolate mocha, and yeah, coffee just seems to be coffee and it sucks ass, but anything to help me stay up would have been nice because I switched my whole sleeping schedule just to fit in with this one--this had me staying up all the way through the entire next day just to take this road test. Then when we get in line, ring Tianna's mama to meet us there for that of age driver since Tianna don't hit 21 until next month of this year. So we're driving there early, I'm sippin' coffee in one hand, using the other hand to steer while getting my dick sucked all at the same time with being tired, and eventually got there to Kapolei. Waited for hours, first in line, cold as shit, took the test in which I thought I did superb but apparently I don't know how to drive regardless of driving for like 8 years and avoiding all them accidents and etc. I made the same mistake a few times of not treating turning right at a red light as a complete stop, which I was yielding instead because I thought humans saw forward and have eyes because they can see, but I guess not. The woman was very nice though and explained everything, thankfully I didn't get one of those other dicks who hate their life and their job, of which I could out drive their asses any time of day at that.
Fuck it, pissed off, came back the same day next week. This time, I had some old man, I thought I was fucking dead on arrival here since the dude looked lifeless. This time, I concentrated on my mistakes but got thrown off since he made me go on whole 'nother route, GREAT! Another shitty thing is, is Tianna's car's driving meter is like 10-15MPH off, meaning when I'm doing 10MPH, the meter is reading like 25, so talk about turtle fucking slow. Even the old man told me about that cuz he can feel it and knows the difference, but he said he won't tax me on that because it's not my fault, just following the rules. So we were gone for a long time, I nailed the parallel like it was nothing cuz it truly is nothing to me and I never got what was the big deal about it. During our drive, we even started small talk about shit, his experience with his job and what not, so he turned out to be a pretty chill old man, and yep, he passed me. Glad that's over, but more over useless due to the internet ventures, but may still come in handy if I do decide to get a part time job, and over all it just helps me to be less paranoid of being pulled over and harassed by a copper.
Haha @ older ID photos;
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, I'm begging of you, please don't take my man.
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, please don't take him even though you can.
Your beauty is beyond compare with flaming locks of auburn hair, with ivory skin and eyes of emerald green.
Your smile is like a breath of spring, and your voice is soft like summer rain, and I cannot compete with you, Jolene.
He talks about you in his sleep, and there's nothin' I can do to keep from cryin' when he calls your name, Jolene.
Well, I can easily understand how you could easily take my man, but you don't know what he means to me, Jolene.
Well, you could have your choice of man, but I could never love again, he's thee only one for me, Jolene.
And I had to have this talk with you, my happiness depends on you, and whatever you decide to do, Jolene.
-The White Stripes/Jolene (Dolly Parton Cover)
KELLY, and I'm not talking about that Osbourne bitch or Kapowski. Anyway, lemme share a story about Kelly whom I met through a mutual friend who we both never met, his name is Chris. One day he randomly mentions he knows someone else from Hawaii that I should connect with just because, during, I don't recall what type of conversation. So he drops me her LJ and I check her out, she seems pretty cool, I leave her comments, we chat it up for a while via LJ, and eventually a bit on AIM. It wasn't very long and not very like me, but during some bored day, we decide to just meet and see what's up. So I managed to get to her place without getting lost, thank god it wasn't too complicated for me--so we're both indecisive pricks and don't really know what to do, so I tell her let's just chill then, we don't have to do anything. I picked her up, drove back to my place where we just hung out, chatted about our lives and what not, this 'getting to know each other' type of thing. So a little after an hour, the conversation is on sex. Just your casual sexual conversation, sharing experiences, what you have done and haven't done and the likes. So during that, she had said she never done a facial before and would like to do that one some day. Now if anyone knows who I am, what was I supposed to say? This is exactly what I said; "Well, you wanna try one right now?" As shockingly surprised as she was to my forwardness from what I could see/tell anyway, she could not turn down my sexual allure, haha. She asked what I wanted/wanted to do exactly, I asked her if she wants to suck some cock in which she agreed, so I unzipped and whipped it out, she got to suckin', and pretty damned good at it for someone who's only had 2 partners, and only 18 years old at that. After that, I bent her over the couch and gave her a royal doggy style pounding whilst smacking that ass, choking that neck, pulling that hair and etc as she moans loud enough for the neighbors to masturbate to. I don't normally like to get too fancy on a first time fuckin', so after wearing myself out on that ass for a while, I got up, had her get to her knee's and lower her head while I jerked myself off for a bit until I shot a huge porno load all over this chicks face. Dripping from her septum in her nose and her mouth onto her shirt, I kinda chuckled and said; "Oh boy, I should've gave you a warning that I drop pornstar-like loads." in which she replied that it was OK, and that it was fucking hot, and I told her she looked good with cum all over her face, very becumming of her. I even wanted to take a picture, but she was like noooooooo, I don't know how serious that was, but yeah, moving along, haha. So we both cleaned up, I asked her what her name was again and asked if she was the right woman that I thought I had been talking to on AIM/livejournal, told her to go get herself checked out cuz I probably left her a present down below. All in a jokingly sorta way of course, we chilled for a bit more, then I dropped her off back at home, nice to meet you, later, the end, for now.
Since then, we've been meaning to meet on a couple of occasions that got cock blocked for whatever reasons. She was even trying to get me into a threesome with one of her other acquaintance type of friends whom she could not get into contact with whom said she was interested in me as well for that type of thing since both of those gals supposedly dig each other and just want a cock to be involved, in which they had already selected another dude but that one got weirded out of it for whatever reason, and I was the new candidate, lucky me. I had hoped to plan it for the same day and time the following week, but it never went through since she never got a hold of her friend. We were gonna meet anyway, but she ended up being busy with somethin'. The following week, we were to meet again and she had saw her friend but she was too fucked up to be talked to at the time, so we were just gonna meet, but I ended up getting super swamped and busy with shit that whole morning/afternoon, but she had also said it didn't matter cuz she was sick anyway. Then it was Friday, but never contacted me so I dunno. Any who, I think we'll end up kicking it again in due time, I don't really mind, she's a very freaky open kinda gal, none of that drama BS, so that's cool in my book--maybe even some type of threesome with someone, who knows, haha.
Towards the afternoon of that same day, I ended up taking Tianna to that Black Angus steak restaurant since I finally got some money on me and shit, it was time to enjoy it a little with one of the rare occasions of me going to a restaurant. We got a couple of plates, couple of dranks, a desert(not seen in photo, but NY Strawberry Cheesecake), as seen in the photo's and all delicious;
Hawaiian Avalanche & Strawberry Lemonade, clam chowder & Salad appetizers;
Rack of rabs with garlic mashed potato's and veggies;
Filet Mignon with the same sides as above;
Beach trips have been made, but the beach has been cold and stagnant due to the weather and waves.
This is the part where I try to remember if anything else was left out that's worth mentioning. Let's see, I picked up my little cousin Chucky on some Saturday to come hang out at my place to enjoy the company of a big screen TV and video games that he so much loves but can't play anymore since his family moved in with some Nazi religious type of relatives whom don't believe in games, or anything fun for that matter. So he stayed the whole day and just gamed, we all gamed some, good shit.
Speaking of Chadd from earlier, the dude got screwed out of some place that he was lined up to move into, he was really excited about it and everything and I ain't never seen the dude like that before over some shit like that. So it was good, but it was too good to be true and due to the previous tenants and some drama with the landlord, shit got fucked up, and so he won't be going to that new place now, and he has like a month to find a new place or renew his contract with the current shit hole he's staying at with some dickwad type of people which he really doesn't want to do. So I told 'em he could stay at here at my place if worst came to worst by that time so he doesn't have to stay at that place anymore cuz it's fucked up. Only temporary at that until he can find a new place, it'd be pretty cool as well, we can discuss business and perhaps work on somethings together and teach other some shit while, but we'll see how that ends up going come towards the end of this month depending if he finds a good place or not.
Oh, also, I'm sending in my Alienware even though I really don't wanna part ways with it for a couple of weeks, or a few even, but 'eh, might as well protect my investment while it's still under warranty, sooooo I'm waiting the shipment box and stuff to turn this bad boy in to get it repaired for it's cheaply made case, they oughta step their game up to carbon fiber or some shit. I don't even know how this happened, I think some type of crud gut underneath that end, and when I opened it, it busted right on in and cracked into the seam and busted whatever plastic piece is on the circle thing that allows the screen to be pulled up or down.
Speaking of laptops, I convinced Tianna to buy one of those mini netbooks that cost like 400.00 since she was looking into getting a new one but was hesitant and I don't know why. But she's completely happy with her purchase and it's pretty nice and shit despite it's lacking specs, but it gets the job done with what needs to be done when on the go and shit.
Interested in seeing people fuck on web cam on stickam, where the girl has no idea the dude is broadcasting it on cam? Look no further, here is the direct download link, I'm also in the chat as "Systom" and I make an appearance on one of the web cam spots at the very end of the 110MB movie file(18+);
[Tupac]
Only God can judge me. (Rappin 4-Tay: Is that right?) Only God can judge me now, only God baby nobody else. (Rappin 4-Tay: Nobody else.) All you other motherfuckers get out my business.
Perhaps I was blind to the facts, stabbed in the back, I couldn't trust my own homies, just a bunch a dirty rats. Will I, succeed, paranoid from the weed and hocus pocus, try to focus, but I can't see, and in my mind, I'ma blind man doin' time, look to my future cuz my past is all behind me. Is it a crime to fight for what is mine? Everybody's dyin', tell me what's the use in tryin'? I've been trapped since birth, cautious cuz I'm cursed, and fantasies of my family in a hearse. And they say it's the white man I should fear, but it's my own kind doin' all the killin' here. I can't lie, ain't no love for the other side, jealousy inside, make 'em wish I died. Oh my Lord, tell me what I'm livin' for, everybody's droppin', got me knockin' on heaven's door. And all my memories of seein' brothers bleed and everybody grieves, but still, nobody see's. Recollect your thoughts, don't get caught up in the mix, cuz the media is full of dirty tricks. Only God can judge me.
Flatline, I hear the doctor standin' over me, screamin' I can make it, got a body full of bullet holes layin' here naked, still I can't breathe, somethin's evil in my IV, cuz every time I breathe, I think they killin' me. I'm having nightmares, homicidal fantasies, I wake up stranglin', danglin' my bed sheets. I call a nurse cuz it hurts to reminisce, how did it come to this, I wish they didn't miss. Somebody help me, tell me where to go from here, cuz even thugs cry, but do the Lord care? Tryin' to remember, but it hurts, I'm walkin' through the cemetery talkin' to the dirt. I'd rather die like a man than live like a coward, there's a ghetto up in Heaven and it's ours, Black Power, is what we scream as we dream in a paranoid state and our fate is a lifetime of hate, Dear Mama, can ya save me? And fuck peace cuz the streets got our babies, we gotta eat, no more hesitation, each and every black male's trapped and they wonder why we suicidal, runnin' 'round strapped. Mr. Police, please try to see that it's a million motherfuckers stressin' just like me. Only God can judge me.
That which does not kill me can only make me stronger, (Rappin 4-Tay: that's for real.) And I don't see why everybody feel as though that they gotta tell me how to live my life. (Rappin 4-Tay: You know?) Let me live baby, let me live.
[Rappin 4-Tay]
Pac, I feel ya, keep servin' it on the reala, for instance, say a playa hatin' mark is out to kill ya, would you be wrong for buckin' a nigga to the pavement? He gon' get me first, if I don't get him, fool, start prayin'. Ain't no such thing as self defense in the court of law, so judge us when we get to where we're goin' across, that's real. Got him, lurked him, crept the fuck up on him, sold a half a million tapes, now everybody want 'em. After talkin' behind my back like a bitch would, tellin' them niggas; "You can fade us." Punk, I wish you would. It be them same motherfuckers in your face that'll rush up in your place to get your safe, knowin' you on that paper chase. Grass, glass, big screen and leather couch, my new shit is so fetti, already sold a key of ounce. Bitch, remember Tupac and 4-Tay, them same two brothers dodgin' bullets, representin' The Bay. Pac, when you was locked down, that's when I'll be around, start climbin' up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown. That's why they ride the bandwagon, still be draggin', sellin' lies, don't think I don't see you haters, I know you all in disguise.
[Tupac]
Guess you figure you know me cuz I'ma thug that love to hit the late night club, drink then buzz, been livin' lavish like a player all day. Now I'm 'bout to floss 'em off, player shit with 4-Tay. Only God can judge me.
(Rappin 4-Tay: Only God man, that's for real, fuck everybody else, know what I'm sayin'?) Man, look here man, my only fear of death is comin' back to this bitch reincarnated. That's for the homey mental, we up out. Only God can judge me now.
-2PAC & Rappin 4-Tay/Only God Can Judge Me
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Sooooo, let's talk and start with business as usual. NO JOB YET, but I've pretty much dropped that crap due to the holidays and all, and just took it easy instead. I kinda sorta said I'd jump start myself come January, and I do intend to stick with that, by first, quitting that sweet marijuana yet again, just to clean my system out in case of any drug tests with any possible jobs. Dick heads think they have the right, alcohol is A-OK but no on that evil gate way to higher drugs marijuana, woooooOoO;
Anyway. I'm also planning to try to get my license in January since that would open up more doors with possible jobs, even though jobs are bare and barren all over the place. But I figure why not, since I have to renew my I don't know how many years old and kept up permit.
I need some sleep, you can't go on like this.
I tried countin' sheep, but there's one I always miss.
Everyone says I'm gettin' down too low.
Everyone says; "You just gotta let it go, you just gotta let it go."
I need some sleep, time to put thee old horse down.
I'm in too deep and the wheels keep spinnin' round.
Everyone says I'm gettin' down too low.
Everyone says; "You just gotta let it go, you just gotta let it go."
You just gotta let it go.
-Eels/I Need Some Sleep
So for some months now, I may or may have not mentioned it on here, but I've been trying to venture into this internet money making business. I know of a lot more than most, that this stuff actually exists and big bank can be made from it, more than any of you would even imagine, but that's not the hard part, not at all, it's all about the methods and who you know. It's probably not looked upon as a good thing either cuz it would have to involve "illegal" type of activities(unless you have money to spend to make money, it can work both ways), like SPAM for example...but of course you'd be mad for getting spam messages and not making a dollar off of it, while others out there bank 1,000.-20,000.+ a month from it. I've been keeping up with that with trying my own shit without anyone's real help, 'cept some brain storming with a couple of friends, just trial and error and fucking with some shit and reading and etc. I've had some success in the month of December, a lot of trial and error and figuring things out, but I've managed to make about 300.00 from the Internets which I'm still waiting on to see if it pulls through since I know I fucked up with something along the way, but will still wait and see if I get paid, but I know what not to do now, regardless. So, I'm gonna continue to pursue this with my free time for if and when I do get a job to pay off these bills, and even put some money into these little projects of mine to see where they can go if anywhere.
Next to my trying or attempting at all of this crap this month, I've also decided, if Tianna's mama gives me any shit like all I do is sit here all day and do nothin', I'm gonna bounce and move, that easy, no big deal.
Now the other kind of free time, not the mainly Call Of Duty World At War masturbation, but the hang out's and holidays and etc as far as I can remember.
Flood. I don't even recall when that was, but I know it was recent and anyone from Hawaii whom reads this will know. That shit was so random and awesome, various places on this island was drowning in foots worth of water. I recall driving out to thee old beach like a day after the main flooding stopped to see some destruction out of random boredom, shit was ugly as expected, got some pics of that;
I recall my cousin Alfredo coming over one day to kill some time since his lady, Eva, had to do somethin' in a city close by. Just chilled for some hours, playing video games and chit chatting.
I recall picking up Chadd one night to just chill. We smoked out, played games, didn't achieve much of anything but just good old chillin'. This potent lethal weed I picked up, puts everyone right into a comatose mixture of phasing out and sleeping state, awesome.
During the Christmas week, Tianna and the fam left to California, so I was home alone for a week, just had to watch over the dog. Dropped them off at the airport, chilled for a couple of days and just straight up lamped and walked around naked. Since I don't really make solid plans, I had semi figured that I'd be hanging out with a few different ladies over the course of this one week. It didn't quite go that way, though. I ended up only hanging out with Ashlynn, after missing multiple other days beforehand when we were supposed to hang out. But finally we got a day going, I met her at her job, followed her back to her place which is ON BASE, and oh boy, I was so fucking worried about this from the get go since I don't have my license and I couldn't for the fucking life of me remember what the dick heads in the guard shack would ask for. Ashlynn thought it would be cool...but here we go, we pull up to the guard shack, she's in her own ride and I'm behind her, she explains to them what's up and I can hear the guards say; "Oh, we can't let him in if he doesn't have a military I.D, period, so we'll just have to U-turn out of here right here." So she spins around, I pull up, he asks for I.D, I give him my state I.D, he asks for a drivers license and I just kinda panic. I can't stand authority figures cuz I know they fucking judge me purely based on what I look like, I feel fucking black around authority figures. So I shuffle like I'm looking for a license and I say I don't have it on me...and the dude goes and checks the plates and stickers, and the other tough guy guard says; "DO YOU EVEN HAVE A LICENSE?" I say no, I don't have one. And he like flips off and walks into the shack angrily, like his wife just left him or something, comes back and starts giving me lip in a threatening manner that if I know it's illegal what I'm doing, and I reply back; "YEAH, I know it's illegal but I'm trying to help my friend out here." The other dude comes back and verifies that I don't have a license, he asks me why I lied to him, I reply; "I didn't lie to you, I just get nervous." He continues on and says not to lie to him ever again, asks me who owns the car and etc, gives me my I.D back, the other dude says; "I could be a prick and just call this in right now but I'm not, just U-turn and get out of here." So I happily did just that since I didn't get busted. So Ashlynn lead me to a parking lot near so she could go to her place and get some of her shit, while she went back in, she told me the dudes were VERY VERY nice and friendly to her, and they told her that she should stay away from guys like me cuz I'm a liar, and anything I told her, I was probably lying about it, and telling her that the car I was driving ain't even my car.
RANT
Fucking cock sucking faggots, ROFL at them trying to fuck up my "game" like they know me or somethin', I didn't and never lied about shit cuz I have no fucking need to. She knows enough otherwise she'd not fucking be there. But that's right, they can play their jobs all they want cuz it's their shitty fucking jobs, anywhere else, you fucking faggots, you'd have a pistol shoved in your face for your bullshit. Bitch ass faggots who can't even get laid.
CONTINUE
So she comes back and meets me and apologizes like mad cuz I was already telling her about this kinda crap before hand. She follows me back to my place, we chill, we get high, we watch flicks, we get busy. I don't think I'm too comfortable with fucking people I just met or just truly hung out with for the first time, much less it being prolonged with the whole NEW FIRST TIME type of things, cuz hours and hours go by and I'm hungry and I'm not eating and I'm tired and it's fucking early in SOME AM time. SO, I managed to have a bit of trouble like I've previously talked about with other gals. That's right, I could not get it up or maintain and erection. I do not know how this works at all, but I'm going with what I just covered cuz it has to be, some nights I can jerk off of a few times alone, or sex a couple of nuts, but almost always once on the daily. As far as I know and as far as she shared with me, regardless, she still had a good time since when I did get my soldier up and about after some dick suckin' cuz I loves me that shit, I managed to make her cum 4 times. It started slow at first on the couch with my molesting and groping for fun, and eventually got a bit more heated with going down into her pants, to removing 'em, to eating her out and fingering her, jerking off, having her jerk me off, then having her blow me, then having her pulled out to the corner of this lowered fucked position couch thing where I rammed her ass into. She jerked me and sucked me on the ground some, I got up and gave her the doggy style treatment, then got her back on the couch, I was fucking exhausted from it being so early in the AM and not having eaten anything for hours, but I still put in some hard work. Now after all of this, I didn't even get mine, after she got hers, I just kinda stopped, I felt too tired and worn out. She was willing to do more to make me bust, but I was just kinda like BLAH, and tried to go to sleep in the other room in the bed whle she crashed on the couch thing.
So after barely sleeping too much, I was up, I took a shower cuz I felt gritty as fuck, then I went back to sleep. I woke up and Ashlynn was up, we just kinda chilled and lounged around for a while. I felt much better having slept some and then eating, I wanted to bust my nut then but she was GOOD as far as the sex part went and didn't feel like giving me a BJ, fucking bummer I tell ya, but whatever, nothin' I can't jerk off to anyway, which I did as soon as she left as night fall started to come again.
You still love me? Take this, you ready? One, two, three!
Cuz the more you put me through, the more it makes me wanna come back to you. You say you hate me, I just love you more, you don't want me, I just want you more. I buy you flowers, you throw 'em at me, I know it's sad but it's making me happy. The more that you slap me, the more that it turns me on cuz you love me and I love you more.
It's sick, but who could ever predict we'd be doin' the same shit? We say we do it for our baby but we don't, we do it for us, it's lust, cuz neither one of us trusts each other so we fuck till we bust, till we cuss each other out. We know what it's about, shout till I throw you out the house, you throw me out the house, I throw you on the couch, punch you in the mouth, we fist fight till we turn this mother out and apologize after, laughter, pain, it's insane, we're back in the same chapter again and it's sad but it's true, when I'm laying here with you, there ain't nothin' anyone could ever say or ever do, cuz;
Cuz I hate you, do you hate me? Good, cuz you're so fuckin' beautiful when you're angry. It makes me wanna just take you and just throw you on the bed and fuck you like I don't even know you. You FUCK other people and I FUCK other people, you're a SLUT, but I'm equal, I'm a MUTT, we're both evil in our ways but neither one of us would ever admit it cuz one of us would have one up on the other, so forget it. We can make accusations, people spread rumors, but they ain't got proof, till they do, it's just the two of us, it's you and me. Cuz any chick can say that she's screwin' me, but you gotta believe me to a degree, cuz true indeed, if you didn't, I wouldn't be hittin', yeah I would, cuz the sex is too damn good. If I ran, who would I run to that would be this soft and warm? So it's off and on, usually more off than on, but at least we know that, we share this common bond, you're the only one I can fuck without a condom on. I hope the only reason that I cope is cuz of that fact and plus, I can bust in that, and that's why;
I can never understand it, that's why I don't try from junior high until we both die, it's silly, oh why must we try? Is it really so rough that we must always call each others Billy Goat's Gruff, try to pull each others legs until the other begs. We're lying to ourself, that's the beauty of it, yeah, cuz we truly love each other, that's why we always fight and all we do is shove each other every other fuckin' night and it's clear, it ain't gonna change, this pinned up rage we both have, we both feel like we've been upstaged by someone else, we both been someone else's someone else. The problem is neither one wants help, it's an addiction and it can't be fixed, our family's mixed up, there's a baby sister in the mix and it hurts cuz the pieces to the puzzle don't fit and anybody who thinks they knows us doesn't know shit. And they're probably just tired of hearing it all the time on every song, every lyric and every rhyme, all the hoopla, all of the woopty woo, what you put me through, fuckin' woopty do. But I won't be made a fool of, if this is true love, you wouldn't do what you did last time, you wouldn't screw up, this time, cuz this time girl, I'm tellin' you what, you do it again, I'm fuckin' you up.
No matter What you say, what you do, I'ma hunt you down till I find you. No matter where you run, I'll be right there, right behind you in your nightmares. So much for them flowers and the candy, all the times that you threw it back at me. You told me you hate me, you gon' hate me more when you find out you can't escape me whore.
-Eminem/Love You More
I didn't see Chloe that week like I had supposed to since on the picked day, she ended up doin' somethin' else and never got back to me the next day, in which I had some shit to do and take care of. I kept the place really clean cuz that's just how I am, and the dog wasn't much trouble at all. I gave her walks, and played with her a bunch, cleaned up after her and what not, but it wasn't a big deal at all. I didn't end up calling another friend either for a hang out cuz I just didn't feel like it and got lost in my own computer/gaming shit.
Christmas was upon me, I barely even remembered when or what day Christmas was on till just that week--but I drove out to the parents' place and took the bitch with me. Us poor folks don't get to have Christmas dinner this year, they could not afford it, but they spent most of their little money on the kids anyway, so whatever. I chilled there the whole day on the computer, saw my sisters kids when they came by to pick up and open their presents. My mom felt bad and was trying to scrape whatever she had to at least buy something out to eat, so I talked with my dad and asked if he wanted to treat the three of us to something, which ended up being Chinese food which was great. Yeah, that's how it is with them nowadays, manage their own moneys but live in the same house like ghosts whom don't even know each other anymore, or one does and the other doesn't, rather.
STOP
My dad had contacted me some time during the months just to vent, something that he doesn't do, which I got him to share with cunning curiosity, of which he was telling me he suspects that his wife, my mom, is cheating on him or is going to leave him. He said he knows that I, and my twin sister have told him shit before very bluntly about their "marriage" and "relationship" and I tried to explain to him yet again that their "marriage" and "relationship" had been over a long time ago. Just talked about their problems, the variables, the possibilities, what is and what isn't, regardless of how another person is going to act, and just kinda fathomed and explained based on my experiences and understanding...which I'm afraid is by far greater than his cuz he just can't accept the simple truth. I know my mom, and I know she can be a cold hearted bitch who would rather someone "GET IT" by actions and not with words, or like a lot of women in my opinion, expecting men to be psychic and shit when they really should just be saying it. I think my mom might have told him shit before, but he just wasn't getting it, but still. The truth is, well I laughed at the idea of my mom seeing someone else and told him that I highly doubt that...but I knew my mom was going to leave or move out eventually, that's not hard to know or see...but I didn't mention that part, cuz I knew it for a fact from my mom, but that's their problem, not mine. I just told my dad to expect it already, or otherwise he should just up and leave. Silly, silly humans.
CONTINUE
I left once night fall came, the dog seemed to have enjoyed herself as well with doing and seeing new things.
For my remaining days of freedom on Christmas night until that Saturday, I didn't really feel like doing anything or seeing anyone, so I did just that. I talked to Tianna some from time to time across the week, she had wanted to come back sooner since her trip, or their trip, turned into an abomination of drama and missing flights and luggage being shipped and plans not falling through and just crap crap crap, but it would've been super expensive and she just stuck it out and supposedly it wasn't that bad.
Sunday night as I recall it was when the lights went out, way to fuck up my movie watching date with The Poughkeepsie Tapes
And everything else for that matter. Luckily, my food had literally just got done heating up before the lights went out. I set up a couple of candles, had mad trouble trying to find a working flashlight and worked with some broken one, including my phone's flash light. I basically sat up for hours, getting high, playing on the DS, listening to music, just trippin' myself out in the dark until I passed out and woke the next morning to find everything being on, great.
I picked them up Saturday night from the airport, I was pretty horny since I hadn't fiddled with myself the day before, as was Tianna since it was more than a week...so in the back seat of an SUV type, with her mom driving right up front and her sister in the passenger, she was rubbing my dick some through my shorts. I can't believe I did this, but I had managed to slip my cock out and used my hat to shield the side of Tianna's head just in case any of them looked back, it'd look like she was just sleeping on me, but she was straight up blowing me. Couldn't finish until we got home, then the great sex of course happened.
I had to take care of some finger printing BS for some child care services as a favor to my mom/sisters friend to give them a helping hand with whatever, which I've been dealing with these state slow fucking assholes for a month, some early morning in the following week after Christmas and decided to go to the Beach with Tianna during, which ended up being shitty cuz it was just an overall ugly and cold day...if only it would have rained really hard, I would have swam then.
Yeah it's over, you can bet in mid october, I will still be ranting 'bout most early may. Yeah he's a winner, he's a god damn sinner while he dines I'm on the wrong side of the day. And I said; "I don't understand why I'm fumbling after."You're the reason I cannot forget this season or the letter when you first referred to it. And I said; "It's all calypso, but it's not easy to know." You walk around with your shoulders down, frownin', it's not easy to know." Yeah, you're the reason I cannot forget this season or the lesson how an ape shall not kill ape. It's just the tango, but it's not easy to show. I walk around with my horns out now, it's not easy to know. I'm, I'm, I'm going under. You can't trust a man who's a governor, ape can't trust man, you can't trust a man with a gun at all. Ape can't trust me, you can't trust me. How could you heal if you don't ease back the blame? Knowing you're right, won't you heal?
-Glassjaw/Ape Dos Mil
New Years, so this is the New Year and I don't feel any different, I have no resolutions for self assigned penance, for problems with easy solutions. I didn't make any type of plans for shit until late New Years Eve when I had gotten a message from Chadd asking me what I was gonna be up to. I figured I'd go for a drive down to the beach with Tianna in the night to burn some of these old fire works that I had from the 4th or the previous New Years, I don't even know, and to shoot off my gun and what not. I was talking to Chloe during the day and we were talking about what we were gonna do, so I had asked her if she wanted to, she could tag right on along with us if she didn't have anything better to do, which she agreed to, actually. I asked Chadd if he wanted to join on in after he got out of work, but he declined since he was getting out of a 13 hour shift or whatever other reasons, sucks. So within the time frame, ended up getting a tank of gas, Tianna paid for some burning logs, Chloe came later that night and got fucking lost in the city in which we had to go hunt for her retarded ass in the smokey silent hill-ish ghost town of the suburbs around 10:30 or so. Introduced Tianna and Chloe to each other, dropped her car off, brought her shit into the car, and off we were. Chloe was fucking smashed on all types of drugs, I could see it in her face, but she was on a roll that night with keeping us all laughing the whole night. She brought her little black bunny with her as well, little shit. I drove the bitches out all the way to the end of the island, found a nice spot on the sandy empty beach, I set up a little bonfire in the sand with the non stop heavy blowing wind. Chloe and Tianna chatted up a bunch about, I don't know, whatever females talk about, recipes and etc, hahaha, just kidding, but yeah. I popped some fireworks, Tianna did the most I guess, I ran around with the gas tank and found things to burn, ran a nice stream of fire down the beach into the ocean, tried to make flaming pit designs of some kind which failed horribly. It rained also which had us covering at the life guard shack for a bit. We left shortly after that, we all got high in the car, drove up to the mountain to give Chloe the orgasm she's always wanted, that of firing a real gun since it's been one of her latest obsessions. I was gonna do this on the beach, but the beach I wanted to go to, the gate wasn't open for some unknown reason, Nazi's. We got to a nice spot, I quickly taught her wasted ass how to hold a gun and AIM and safety, to just shoot at nothing towards the mountain to get a realistic feel, no ear plugs or any of that shit. She gave it a nice two shots and said it wasn't that bad, and I said it's probably cuz she has strong/good hands due to massaging. I took the gun back and emptied the rest of the clip at some tree's for the fuck of it, we bounced.
Long drive to the nearest city with Jack In The Box whom had the biggest fucking line ever, but we just stuck it out, ate in the parking lot, drove back home, everyone showered, chilled, gamed, movied, got high, talked, etc. Both gals dressed up in school girl outfits, so that was nice to see, too bad nothin' didn't happen like I would have wanted it to, though, haha. Chloe has brought in so much shit, that girl was scattered all over the place with shit and just her jittery ass self with disappearing out to her car for a while and coming back and just straight up dazed, both days she stayed over. Both ladies ended up passing out before I did, and I just left them there and went to sleep in another room. The next day was a whole lotta nothin', just plain old chillin' and talkin', from in the room to outside to seeing Chloe's house in her car. She ended up giving Tianna a cheap long massage as well while movies played--the bitch kept locking me out of my room whenever I went to take a piss, cunt. Her bunny just chilled and shitted all over my room, but I didn't mind it much since rabbit shit ain't no thang to easily clean up, little bastard. She left early in the AM the next day at like 4am. I slept and woke and cleaned up my bloody room, now it's beautiful again, the end. Pictures and video's;
Here's my phone's most updated and tweaked interface;
A city full of people and my favorite is that waitress and she treats me like some type of common vagrant. I see her everyday, but there's nothin' to say unless I decide to step inside of that cafe. I only get to sit if I buy somethin' to eat, otherwise it's best to keep my feet movin' down that street. And god damn, she's a hard bitch, she talks at me like I'm the bad dog that got into the garbage. Yeah, I know that the toilet is for customers, you ain't gotta tangle up the strings that make this puppet work. It doesn't have to be a game of patty cake, but it ain't like you don't know I sleep in that alleyway. And by the way, I can see it in your eyes, you're angry with your life, not a stranger to the fight. I bet you hate every man that you date and you're probably addicted to all types of escape. You take it out on me that you're all alone when you know you got your own closet full of hollow bones. Watch the tone when you speak to old folks, I'm grown, just tryin' to get outta this Minnesota cold.
Look lady, I'm homeless, I'm crazy, I'm so hopeless, I'm suicidal daily. If you and I can't coexist, let's fake it, cuz I ain't got the energy it takes for this relationship.
I'm waitin' for a city bus to flatten me and transport me to the ever after happily. Maybe reincarnated with luck, come back to Earth as a cockroach in your tip cup. She said she's had it up to here, she's gonna call authorities if I don't disappear. I love her threats, it rejuvenates my breath, I give her stress for the reaction that it gets. I got a pocket full of clean handled money on a cup of bad coffee and a stale honey bun. In front of everyone, she calls me bum, but she notices my absence on them afternoons I don't come. So here I am, thorn in her hip, holding down the corner table all morning with some corn chips. Ignoring the insults and evil eyes, I feed off of 'em, I wonder when she'll realize that she's the only reason I visit, the only woman in my world that acknowledges my existence. And if my ship ever comes, I'll miss it because I'm gettin' old and I ain't got much left to give it. So there it is and I have to live with it, I had the chance to make a difference, but I didn't. In the cafe bathroom drinking free tap water, thinkin', damn, I should've been a better father to my daughter.
-Atmosphere/The Waitress
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OH? WHAT IS THIS? AN UPDATE? Kickin’ it from Russia with love and a lot of hate cuz what the hell, why does America suck ass at getting GOOD technology advancement in devices? HTC’s MAX 4G phone, I’m not sure if it’s the first but probably not, but definitely one of them. Titled the worlds first GSM & WiMAX cell phone and 1,300. later;
It’s a huge brick in my opinion, I wouldn’t want to carry around a phone that sported like amazon’s Kindle, but it is similar to the HTC Touch HD. Want a release date? Oh sorry, probably never coming into America, best shake that magic 8 ball in another world cuz it ain’t happening, haha, or it may, months or years down the road.
[WmPowerUser]
Up next, according to this article, that mega selling Nintendo Wii console who sold a million units in December alone or some shit for this christmas year–but anyway, the Wii Fit, according to fox news, injures up to 10 people a week. Maybe interactive games wasn’t quite the best solution, now was it NINTENDO?
Well, I’d probably blame the stupid people who don’t know what they’re doing or who are over doing it in my opinion, cuz I have no idea how these games are to be played out and what to extent…but I figure just because it’s Nintendo, it shouldn’t be that bad. Now where’s that YOGA game that properly teaches and helps with doing things properly and the right way to not injure yourselves? Still, people would mess it up.
[FoxNews]
Lastly is a desktop computer that I saw that was leaked. So much for those huge towers with the new wave of future desktops, but I’m diggin’ it, strong power in little packges is the way to go, thus is technology.
The HP Firebird 803 with VOODOO.
* NVIDIA nForce 760i SLI chipset
* Core 2 Quad Q9550 2.83GHz processor
* 4GB of RAM
* Dual NVIDIA GeForce 9800S cards
* Two 320GB SATA drives
* Blu-ray
* 5-in-1 card reader
* 6 USB, 1 FireWire, 2 eSATA, 1 S/PDIF and 1 DVI dual-link
* Bluetooth
* 802.11n WiFi
[engadget]
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