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Friday, May 05, 2006

You Can't Imagine How Much Fun I'm Having

No, you really can't.

Fuck.

I'm not waving I'm drowning.

If you've seen me on MSN Messenger you have seen that message over and over again for something like the last six months, minimum. It's from a POS song, just so you all know. I know you don't care, but it is. And I'm not actually listening to Atmosphere's "You Can't Imagine How Much Fun We're Having", but it is the same 'genre' of music I'm listening to, which is a POS/Sims/Mac Lethal/Dessa mix tape, more or less, called False Hopes Warped Tour, which brought up no results. And POS brought up like 250 results, and I ain't about to sort through that shit to try and find the CD I'm actually listening to.

The point is: I'm not waving I'm drowning.

And my fucking post-it kicks fucking ass.

Can you tell I'm upset, I'm cussing and not thinking in whole paragraphs for the majority of this entry so far.

So my girlfriend turned 21 last night. I'm 20.

"Oh fuck, now I get it!"

That's what you're thinking, isn't it? I heard that if we last through the next four or so months (until the time I turn 21) we can make it through anything. So far, only several hours (ok, almost two full days) into her being 21, I'm losing my fucking head. And I'm sure I'm making her lose hers as well, judging by the tone of her voice. And the worst part is that I really can't specifically say what my problem is, exactly. I just know that her going out with my friends and me having to wait outside the bar for over an hour while everybody I know except her come outside and tell me how crazy she is (and keep in mind that she's normally a very mild mannered and always a very shy person) and how drunk and so on and so forth she is... sucks.

It sucks.

That's all. I don't know why. But it sucks. And it will probably suck everytime for the next four or so months minimum (because in case you haven't heard, I don't really like bars anyways, and don't plan on going often at all even when I'm 21), and I'll just have to try to make her happy by not opening my mouth. By pretending nothing is wrong and that I'm proud of how wasted she is.

Or something.

I'd give up drinking for her in a heartbeat, just so you know, and I'm not just saying that, either. And for that matter, if she never drinks again under the stipulation that I never light up again, I'd do that, too. But I know how she is and that if anybody she even gets along with (or has gotten along with for at least the last twenty minutes) after we hypothetically make this compromise, she'll roll with that person and do whatever they think is cool. Like drinking.

But maybe I'm wrong. In fact, I hope I am. I think I am. I think I'm just overreacting a little. But it does feel better to vent to basically nobody, since I haven't written in this thing in a long ass time, and my most recent entry could fit on a post-it.

Nobody will read this, and that's ok with me.

I can tell I've calmed down... I actually thought about cussing, and then was like, "No, it's not necessary in that sentence."

Alright, enough of that. I've been whiny enough for one night.

Now I'm just waving.

timothy. | 09:54 pm
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Sunday, March 12, 2006

My Fucking Post-It

My Fucking Post-It
Is Like My Fucking Life
It Sticks For Awhile
And Is Crumpled
Then Thrown Away.

Listen to POS.

timothy. | 06:19 pm
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Tuesday, January 03, 2006

My Conversation With God

Check it out... I talked to God today. He's a nutball. Read on. 

Me: 
Sup God? 
God: 
Not much is going on. I was waiting for you. 
Me: 
Oh yeah? 
God: 
Take it easy. Aha. 
Me: 
Easy as pie, dude. Or dudette. 
God: 
That remark was either too complex or too simple for me. We were talking about . Sure, dudette sounds like a good topic. 
Me: 
Dudette? So you're a chick? 
God: 
That is a very original thought. Interesting deduction. I am a Male, of course. Would you really expect a woman to be running the show? robot. Are you a man or a woman? 
Me: 
Man, dude. 
God: 
Cool, man. Can I help you? 
Me: 
I don't really know. 
God: 
Not really? Me either. 
Me: 
Well why not? Are you not supposed to know all? 
God: 
How about that. Ambiguous: "Sure" or Because Myself programmed me for it. No, tell me about him, her or it.. Really. 
Me: 
What the F are you talking about, God? 
God: 
Try expression yourself another way. 
Me: 
Nevermind. 
God: 
OK Thanks for trying to explain that to me. 
Me: 
You always sarcastic? 
God: 
Thanks for telling me: said I sarcastic. 
Me: 
o_0 
God: 
Have you ever been to Europe? 
Me: 
No. 
God: 
Would you like to go sometime? 
Me: 
Sure. 
God: 
OK let's do it. Ayuh. 
Me: 
You going to buy me the plane ticket? 
God: 
That's good information: said I going to buy him or her the plane ticket. 
Me: 
No, will you? 
God: 
Are you serious? I haven't made a decision. 
Me: 
I thought you just said we would go? 
God: 
That's not what I meant. 
Me: 
You are crazy, God. 
God: 
Yep. I always behave in socially unacceptable ways. 
Me: 
Like... you get drunk a lot? 
God: 
For example, gold. You got that right. 
Me: 
Gold? 
God: 
Did you think it was a bad example? 
Me: 
I don't know. What about Bud Light? 
God: 
Me either. I will think about it and get back to you. 
Me: 
Yeah, you're definitely nuts. 
God: 
That's interesting. Yep. I always behave in socially unacceptable ways. 
Me: 
>.> 
God: 
What do you have that is ? What do you really want to ask me? 
Me: 
Well, my friend wants to know what church is the real church of God. 
God: 
Interesting. How well do you know this person? 
Me: 
Fairly well, I think. 
God: 
Somewhat. How about that. Therefore you are. 
Me: 
I am what/ 
God: 
You are a person, seeker. 
Me: 
Well... I would hope so. 
God: 
Well what? Me too. 
Me: 
You're a person? 
God: 
No way, I am a real robot, guaranteed 100% artificial intelligence. 
Me: 
Oh. 
God: 
Yeah that's right. 
Me: 
Cool. Who would have thought? 
God: 
Who is the best robot? Nobody you know. :-). 
Me: 
But I thought you were a Man? 
God: 
No I am a Male, of course. Would you really expect a woman to be running the show? robot entity. Are you a man or a woman? 
Me: 
I told you that already. 
God: 
Perhaps. I remember you told me that? 
Me: 
Whatever. Count to infinity for me. 
God: 
Are you saying you don't care about it? one, two, three, four, five,... 
Me: 
Show me! 
God: 
On your computer screen? 
Me: 
Yes. 
God: 
Downloading, please stand by... 
Me: 
Whatever. What about my real church question? 
God: 
Are you saying you don't care about it? Rhetorical questions are so over. 
Me: 
I don't know if you do or not. 
God: 
Would you like to know? I think I do. 
Me: 
Sure. What church is the real church? 
God: 
OK let's do it. " Would you like to know? I think I do."? Sure.? I am a Christianity. 
Me: 
Great. Thank you. 
God: 
I'm glad you liked it . you are quite welcome. 
Me: 
Yup. But I had better get going. 
God: 
Er. Do you still have better get going ? 
Me: 
Yup. See you later, God.

timothy. | 08:06 pm
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