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| 03:01pm 09/03/2005 |
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Sometimes, the lovely fiancé does enough sweet-talkin' to get me to model the stuff she sells. The things I do for love... love... love....
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| GAWDAMNCANYOUBELIEVEIT? |
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| 05:51pm 08/06/2004 |
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...as you can see from these pictures, I've been a busy little fellow. Yep, those are our cats, Gorgo & Gomez. They are also currently tag-team champs, they fight so much. I think they are just training, though.
And if you're glancing at that shiny piece of metal like a meat-hungry barracuda, that could only mean one thing-I'm engaged to that pretty lady up at the top. I upped the ante back in December, and mua-hey! She said, "yes".
When I get the time and energy to post more, I will. |
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| ...MYDADALMOSTKICKEDSOMEONESASS,TODAY,SERIOUSLY |
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| 06:30pm 10/12/2003 |
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...no lie, I almost thought for a moment I'd have to kick my Dad's ass outside.
Anyhow, the big date is New Year's.
I hope I don't get cold feet. No, I just hope I can pace the 'ol Joe engine from getting drunk, and in turn, proposing to Sharonne.
Though myself stumbling over on one knee & falling to the floor would be completely madcap, I jest.
...anyhow, things are going incredibly great(despite a few arguements) and it seems that I might be your next art teacher.
Or your kid(s). |
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| ...MUTHAFUCKKKKKAAAAAA, damn. |
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| 08:11pm 07/08/2003 |
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..shhhiiittttt, SCHOOLSUCKSLIKESOMANYBAGSOFDICKS.
No, I love school.
Honestly, I just drew this crazy picture of Wonder Woman that happened to fall into this weeks assignment.
Wonder Woman is also endorsing Chevy.
Muahahahahahahhaahhahahahaha. Muah. |
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| BUUUULLLLLLLSPITTTTTTTOTHENTHPOWERMUTHAFUCKA |
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| 08:27pm 28/07/2003 |
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...I do not like to get made fun of. Especially when it's like 50$ a credit hour, or some stupid shit. Screw anthropology.Teacher didn't get the chance for me to mumble something about the 'Yeti'. 'Skunk-ape'. 'Yowee'. Whatever. Anthropology can kiss my lily-white. Fucking visits to Nepal.
I have so much work to do within the next three months. Anthropology is certainly not helping.
Other than that, I'm as happy as a clam. And clams taste good in a nice garlic-butter sauce. I am happy. Eat me.
Other than that, I love Sharonne. Eat me. |
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| ..ANTHROOUTEARLYANDYA'LLSTILLBEEEEEEBUGGIN.. |
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| 08:22pm 14/07/2003 |
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..RAWWWHRHRHR..yep, yep, school like a bitch. I'm so fuggin' growed up, toss me the G.E.D, toss me the G.E.D.
No, seriously, I graduated from high school, it's just that I done fucked up in high school.. All of this bull-puckey just to get into the "white-man's school".
Love, let me tell you, has an infection. I was worried like mad, I tell you, but we hung out for days and days, the salmon was divine, Hoover snacked like the Go-Nut's, and Windsor almost felt like home. Almost.
You cats ever seen them 'Vanilla Sky' shits? Her place, yep, that's what it's like, all high, all high.
SHARONNE?!?!?!? You know how I don't like the heights, or tunnels, or bridges, or, or...ohhhhh, gawdamm, I love you.
My stomach is filled with moths, only they are sick moths, excitable moths, but sick. |
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| SWEETJESUSALWAYSWITHTHECAPSLOCKS...YESALWAYS |
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| 03:45pm 11/07/2003 |
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mood:  and in love
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..boils and goils, i can only say she is ballz out keen
i would recommend falling in love at least once in your life, and if you're lucky, maybe with a girl like the one i've got
i can sleep now
she makes me sigh all day
and art things, yes, they are still important, i still draw the funny pages sir, yes i do. soon i'll be in school drawing the funnies all, some fancy shmancy school, thank you very much sir
still living in a blah-frickin-blah subburb, watching soccer mom's who still haven't introduced their SUV's to a mountain brake at railroad crossings.
sweet Mary mother of Jesus, it's time for me to go again
why isn't dinner on the table? |
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| ..am I chasing you, or are you chasing me? |
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| 02:11am 20/03/2003 |
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mood:  nauseated
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..lots of hoo-ha & whatnot has occurred..
But to Hades with all of that-I'm taking a vacation. And I'm going to make it out of Clawson this time..
This vacation will be documented & then shared with you- the reader, the viewer..a 16 day long descent into pure absurdity. Stay tuned. |
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| FFFFFUUUUUUUUUCCCCCKNOPRESSURE,RIGHT |
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| 08:57am 19/02/2003 |
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...tonite's dinner shall consist of spiced potatoes, a vegetable of some sort(I like okra, don't you, yes), if I can get around to it perhaps some homemade drop biscuits, all topped off by chicken piccatapiccatapiccata.
That is, of course, I don't get pee shy and fuck up everything, like I normally do.
Today, tonite, will be rather bizarre, I can taste it, I finally got to deal with death today, a customer, a regular who comes into the coney passed away.
Please don't say you're sorry. Please don't ask how I'm handling it.
I just don't believe in death.
He'll be in on Wednesday for beef barley soup, I just know it. |
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| OHHHHSOOOVIOLENT |
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| 11:56am 18/02/2003 |
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...FUCKITIJUSTWANTTOSEEIFTHISTHINGISWORKINGATALL.
Also I think I won the gold medal tonite, I don't know.
South Lyon freaks me out, but it also makes me feel like I got the BLINGBLING.
And a fat fuck you goes directly to Emeril. Your "essence" cannot defeat me. |
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| ..no, no "caps lock", YES, YESCAPSLOCKISUPPOSE |
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| 09:32pm 16/02/2003 |
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...oh, and then..
..there's Sharonne. With her.
As I have said before, LiveJournal should be used for good, and not evil.
And I'm not in the mood for a fight tonite, I know I'd lose horribly. Horribly, yes.
I'm also incredibly and incredibly drunkdrunkdrunk and if I do not make a 'Romano' cheese omelet for Sharonne, I will get reamed through and through.
DADDYSGOTAHEADACHE. |
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| I'VEREALLYGOTACAPSLOCKFORALLOFTHIS |
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| 08:23pm 16/02/2003 |
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...alright, this.
There is currently a three-legged cat making nice with my foot, there is a pack of wild dogs running around like all crazy, and a cat with no nose that almost and did make me cry.
And I feel ultimately crazycrazycrazy right now, which way is left? |
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| WHATTHEFUCKWOULDTHESWORDSAY |
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| 06:08am 11/02/2003 |
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...yep, whatever, that's not original, I think I subconciously(?)stole that from 'Rainer Maria', or something to that effect.
My kid brother says it all the time, so it's cool like cucumbers.
I like work when I'm not getting yelled at, I almost smile. Usually I look like a dolt half the time, though it's never my fault. I don't mind being the scapegoat, I prefer scape-"squirrel" better, though.
So I was watching a bit of the 'Ed Sullivan Show' the other evening, and I had to laughlaughlaugh. There was an absolutely bizarre performance by 'Vanilla Fudge', they were covering an old R&B tune, "Shotgun". The thing that made me laugh was how much they were into it, it was silly as all get out. And watching the keyboardist just "totally get into it" and watching his hair, hee-hee, was the cherry on my Sunday. Sundae.
That shit was funny, though. |
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| ILIKETODRAWRETARDEDKIDS,I'LLSEEYOUINHELLMUAHAHAH |
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| 04:52pm 04/02/2003 |
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...I rather enjoy chaos.
Today I ate a "chili omelet", now I have the worst case of gas, it's misery I tell you. Yes, gas. And the hashbrowns didn't help much, either. See, they were covered with chili, too.
It was tasty, though.
I went to a rockandaroll show last night, it was rather bizarre. I honestly can't put the words together to describe it, though this one fellow talked to me, he knows that ugly Cecilia, he knows me through Yahoo chat and I was totally caught off guard and drunk like Grandpa. He was a pleasant chap, but I got all freakedout. 'Cause you know, it's weird to like people from online. Only LOSERS fall in love online.
I'll try and add more later, but now I mustmustmust draw.
Oh, and I still make sweetsweet love to science, I do. |
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| MANI'MTIREDOFGETTINGYELLEDAT,SERIOUSLY |
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| 09:36am 30/01/2003 |
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....my time is limited for this entry, but all I have to say is everything is all crazy.
And I'm still getting yelled at.
And little kids scare me because their soft, tiny skulls always ricochet off corners of tables made of steel, man, I bet that must hurt like a real sunavagun.
Still getting yelled at.
Fuckers. |
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| imafraidicantdocapslocktodaytodayjustfeltallsick |
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| 06:26pm 24/01/2003 |
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...no, really I just need some sleep. Or maybe more dwarven spirits, mauahahahaHAHAHAAHHA. Partying by myself has started to lead to injury. Yes, seriously. I hate just having 4 complete dollars on a Friday night.
BUTITOTALLYFUCKINGWHIPPEDSOMEROYALASSONPINBALLTHISAFTERNOON
Seriously, I did. I now hold 2nd AND MOTHERFUCKING 3rd place on that infernal machine of lights and gewgaws and whimsy.
I read a few of Cecilia's entries today. So repitive. Always the same. My eyes got all dry, and I yawned and oh, it just made laugh. I am going to lasso the moon and shove it up her ass.
I mean this. |
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| 07:58pm 23/01/2003 |
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...hmm, I felt pretty decent today. My hairs a mess, though, but I was told "that's alright, Joey". Joe, dammit. I still feel decent. I have been silly-busy with freelance crapola, it is fun and exciting to make money while you draw, it makes me feel all professional-like, but not really. When I get important, you can call me 'Bob'. Or 'Robert'. Not "Joey", please, I'll cry.
I went to '7000 Dying Rats' last show on Friday, it was balls out keen, kind of like eating pop-tarts on a Saturday morning, very early. In your Mom and Dad's bed, too, it was fun.
I wish I was at 'The Trembling's' show tonite, but I thought about it, mulled them shits over and over and I don't want to be "that guy".
Ha. And now I must draw, Jackson. |
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