tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54530832012-02-16T12:07:42.201-06:00B Y G A T ZI am the sculpture made of clays.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comBlogger2551100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-58683287846024723842007-07-20T09:59:00.000-05:002007-07-20T10:28:47.921-05:00fat is the new slimBlotchy eyes Blotchy eyes on this non glorious of morning. Makes me wish I had a really big spoon so I can gauge my eyes out and hurl them in any direction which seems to be making a noise. If anything I would hope I would hit just ONE person in class. I don't know her. But she looks like one of those people who needs to be hit in the face with a gauged out eye. Cloudy isn't s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-64474485857613796452007-07-16T10:19:00.000-05:002007-07-16T21:40:50.822-05:00My pee smells like Honey Roasted PeanutsA lot of the thigns that i do are usually bad for me. Why? I don't know. Because it feels good i guess. Or it's just that hedonistic me that reigns supreme the majority of the time, but i still find some sort of way to teeter towards the brink of shifting gears back into neutrality. Neutrality being, me not doing anything and claiming sobriety for a few s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-76368819813282384692007-03-10T00:10:00.000-06:002007-03-10T00:22:11.997-06:00like a little pilot in my mindalright kiddos. it's time. Time i come back. Time i come out of what i've been mulling around in. Which isn't myself. Through this smoked filled.... haha, i thought about erasing that. "through this smoked filled". Anyways, through this smoked filled room i finally decided it was time to stop fucking around. Stop fucking around in the idea... well, wait a second. I can't really flush out exactly s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1150622594257275492006-06-18T04:13:00.000-05:002006-06-18T04:23:14.270-05:00mix my ashes with yoursit's been awhile. I know. but you people visit all the time and never leave comments. Say something, i might post more often. I'm so tired. I wish i could sleep. But i can't because the girl that i was sleeping next to doesn't have a pleasant scent. It's the cigarettes that are throwing me off. I've said it many times before. If you don't have a pleasant scent then that s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1147152585001515662006-05-09T00:28:00.000-05:002006-05-09T00:29:45.010-05:00what's buried underneathWhen I'm running for dictator you WILL vote for me. If not you will be prodded in the face with my cattle prod repeatedly until you comply to my demands.s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1146643313752886722006-05-03T01:46:00.000-05:002006-05-03T03:01:53.836-05:00you might taste just as sweet Focus & purpose. Two words that must be included in one's philosophy for life.My dad told me that. He's been telling me that for as long as i can rememberdo i have the guts to go out into the world and stake my own claim? You but your fucken ass i do. But i still don't feel i'm ready for it. It's like my dad would always tell me, which I only just started to get 20 s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1146470277504391312006-05-01T02:04:00.000-05:002006-05-01T02:58:22.100-05:00how to be a gentlemanIt bugs me. It bugs me a lot actually. what is it that bugs you david? It's these movie critics or analysts or scholars of film who ascended to the top spitting out psuedo intellectual babble. You know what? I'm semi-wrong. These people worked hard for where they are at now. And they probably know a thing or two, maybe even three. But the other half still gets angry. What ares.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1146235156036846142006-04-28T09:27:00.000-05:002006-04-28T09:39:16.110-05:00It's a fool who looks for logic in the chambers of the heartSo.... I'm angry. Not angry right now, and i wasn't angry later or i certainly won't be angry earlier. My psychologist says I am. Haha. Cause i have ADHD and i go to a psychologist/psychiatrist. type person. The psychiatrist scares the fuck out of me, therefore i don't talk much. Real short and sweet 5 minute sessions, and then there is s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1145821313280136242006-04-23T14:23:00.000-05:002006-04-23T14:41:53.340-05:00why don't you just paint my portraitI fell into darkness. DARKNESS MUTHA FUCKAS! DARKNESS!!!! ALright that's enough of me being obnoxious and insensitive. Which is what i've been more inclined to do because i really just don't give a fuck about your problems. This is in reference to changy. Not that i'm upset. But re-reading his posting on xanga reinforced my belief of no sympathy. I've been on s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1145157162498161332006-04-15T22:11:00.000-05:002006-04-15T22:12:42.506-05:00you took the jam out of my donutcoming home reminds me of why I hate coming back to begin with. I'm never welcome heres.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1144825700702830292006-04-12T01:27:00.000-05:002006-04-12T02:08:20.783-05:00One of us will die inside these armsThe more i talk to you, the more i like you... kinda. It's a shame. I'd probably make fun of you for a lot of the things that you do. And I'd probably get a swift kick in the shin. But i'd enjoy it. Just because it'll be funny later. Call me a sadistI had a lot to write about this time. It always escapes me when I finally have to type it all out.I'll start off s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1143620759470297362006-03-29T02:14:00.000-06:002006-03-29T02:25:59.480-06:00i quiver when I use that toothpick What is it that i desire? I don't know. I'm feeling exceptionally emotional. Since i took my meds to sort myself out. It brings out the repressed part. Yes. i admit, that those feelings of sadness aren't non-existent. Just surpressed, deeply surpressed. And it's only when i take my meds that it throws my defense out of whack and i just become. I don't know... s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1142669101240857842006-03-18T02:03:00.000-06:002006-03-18T02:05:01.250-06:00atlas is my homieit's crazy. It still makes me nervous. The memory of the last time i saw you. Butterflies are everywhere. and my heart is in my stomach. And at the moment, probably in the palm of your hand.s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1141016561544518252006-03-14T02:32:00.000-06:002006-03-14T02:36:05.003-06:00it's why i loved you so muchwhose seen anybody die here? I have. Twice actually. One i still somewhat believe is my doing, and the other? Well, there's no need to talk about that one. Now what the fuck is the point of asking you, or actually, more myself, these rhetoric questions? I don't know. I guess i'm trying to put this rather, useless story interesting so i can remember the significance of s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1139943879033437752006-02-14T11:25:00.000-06:002006-02-15T03:13:55.543-06:00skull fuck me and watch magic happenI be on it. i be on it like i be on it like i've been on it. You know, i really don't know the words to the song, but it's cool. It makes me shake my ass like so. And bop. So you betta recognize Fuxx0rzLots been going on. Been skipping class almsot every day. Which is totally contrary to what i said would be my new years resolution. Being responsible and going s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1137471779946685402006-01-16T21:48:00.000-06:002006-01-16T22:24:47.230-06:00Alright lets clear things up heremany of talked, pointed at me, said some unnecessary things about the number one thing that'll make me turn in digust about my thoughts about your looks and whatever else seems relevant at the present moment. Yes. I'm talking about thing about toes. People like to say it's a toe FETISH This is no fetish people. I don't get my jollies off putting feet on my face/s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1136273452232978542006-01-03T01:15:00.000-06:002006-01-03T01:30:52.243-06:00many thankssorry about my absence in the past couple of days. especially new years eve and new years day. For i was asleep for an entire 24 hours. It may not have been the best new years by anyone elses standards. but it was the best for me since you were there to wake me up by conventiently grabbing my balls, and because lady luck was there to surprise me with the best sleep/sex i've ever had. s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1134767387389172852005-12-16T15:09:00.000-06:002005-12-16T15:09:47.400-06:00fucken spectatorsleave a comment. They're good for the souls.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1134342683846254862005-12-11T16:30:00.000-06:002005-12-11T17:11:24.806-06:00from the hair on my backyou know, we went to tan tan today. and the subject of masturbation came up. masturbating is always a funny topic because most people are afraid to admit that they do. And i'm not. I masturbate/ throw a pump / jerk it / lube it / do funny tricks / choke the chicken / etc. etc. etc. there are 50 million things you can call it and none of them seem to be as funny as when yous.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1133870592143132022005-12-06T06:02:00.000-06:002005-12-06T06:03:12.153-06:00help me pleasejust let me know everything is going to be alright. You have no idea how much that would help mes.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1131998080549615322005-11-14T13:40:00.000-06:002005-11-15T12:00:35.920-06:00play some music while i gauge your eyes out listening to some music that makes me want to shake my ass puts me into a good mood. And i'm standing up and moving my ass in the same direction over and over because this music is just too damn good. But then of course things are always too good to be true and some shitty vocals come on but you know what? it doesn't matter. I'm still shaking my ass s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1131643313222617232005-11-10T11:06:00.000-06:002005-11-10T11:21:53.286-06:00hot pink dresses and smeared lipsticki couldn't sleep yesterday. So i compiled again yet another list of really cool things but this time it isn't so formal.. It's more like... It'd be awesome if a girl... type thing. So here's my list, or things that would be really coolIt'd be really cool if a girl was an artist, loved photography, had long hair, pretty feet, knew how to have a playful s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1131565412337476452005-11-09T13:18:00.000-06:002005-11-09T13:43:32.400-06:00viewing you through my fish eye lenseof course kiddos, i have no fish eye lense because.... well.. a starving artist can't afford such things. But does anybody like the cure? I like the cure. Especially just like heaven since with previous posts i've made references to the song that didn' thave a damn thing to do with my post. Is it going to have any sort of relevance with this post? Probably nots.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1130163557802762542005-10-24T09:11:00.000-05:002005-10-24T09:19:21.430-05:00fuck everything about this posti think about you for 30 seconds and then you're in a dream of mine. In my dream i was running. but you caught up to see who it was and you tapped me on the shoulder and i turn around and you freak out. But you don't say anything and you keep on running.Maybe we should just be friends. It'll get rid of something of the angst or I just want it to get rid of somethings.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1129504264051251442005-10-18T02:00:00.000-05:002005-10-18T01:55:20.646-05:00Read or Die: Because you don't want anything bad to happen to you.It's time to step back and evaluate myself for what i am. And this, instead of philosophical entries and sporadic posting i'll just make a list of 100 things about me.1.) My name isn't David Hernandez but Renato David Hernandez Jr.2.) I like to sing really loud inside my car and sometimes throw in a few dance moves. 3.)When i smokes.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1129573635326037852005-10-17T13:25:00.000-05:002005-10-17T13:27:15.333-05:00So put a shotgun in my mouth and pull the triggerSomething is wrong with me. And because i can't figure it out, i can't do a lot of other things. I'm not going through a lot of problems, i hardly have any. But it does make me want to cry though. I don't know what i'm doing and i'm tearing myself apart over it. I have no excuses, I don't have anything. But maybe that's the problem. I don't have s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1129016374352176182005-10-11T02:38:00.000-05:002005-10-11T02:39:34.363-05:00get outit just won't stop replaying in my head. And staring at the bottom of a bottle really isn't helping the situation. But it sure does feel good.s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1128983883763079352005-10-10T17:29:00.000-05:002005-10-10T17:38:03.770-05:00so i walk awayso a man died infront of me today. I believe he died. He was twitching like crazy. I'm sure his head somehow got crushed in what was, i wouldn't consider an accident but a major apathetic fuck up. This morning i was taking the normal bus i take to school. Man gets off the bus infront of the 7-11 and takes down his bike and begins to ride. Bus driver hits the cyclist but continues tos.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1128922143324587682005-10-10T00:07:00.000-05:002005-10-10T00:29:06.186-05:00crossesit's really weird. I always have on some sort of religious article on. Despite the fact that i don't believe in god. It's either, my ring, necklace, or one of the rings that's attached my necklace. But i'm not sure if that... well i guess it counts since it's a jewish religious article. Not necessarily the cross, but the star of ME (David) with a heart felt saying that says "my beloved is s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1128812612611702942005-10-08T17:55:00.000-05:002005-10-08T18:03:32.616-05:00another one bites the dustwas a successful night last night in getting totally plastered and having some pretty funny stories to tell. Got trashed off lots of corona and a few shots of disgusting SKOL vodka. Which is not much to say for the other people taht got trashed off of it. I.E. Ariana and Kristin... who thinks i'm fickle!!! (but i'm really not.. she's just retarded). Awkward moment of s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1128353335561354802005-10-03T09:52:00.000-05:002005-10-03T10:28:55.730-05:00i have a gungod postal service is killing me. ALl these repressed feelings come up when i listen to them. Especially when i hear the song "district sleeps alone" that one killer line that says i am finally seeing, that i was the one worth leaving. Maybe it is my attempt at self pity, if so, I think i'm not doing nearly as good a job as i can be. I could do a little more and atleast attempt to gets.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1127983926379416402005-09-29T02:52:00.000-05:002005-09-29T03:52:15.303-05:00lets do the evolutionlooking back on old posts. I've realized how much i've grown up since then. Reading back to when i posted my on goings with a failed relationship with debbie. Or failed attempt rather. I didn't have the sense of tact that i do now. Still lacking much, but i've certainly gotten better at conveying my feelings without having such harsh means of conveying it. It did make me sad s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1127921514803120242005-09-28T09:47:00.000-05:002005-09-28T10:31:54.856-05:00dilutedbecause when the loving starts and the lights go down, and there's not another living soul around, i'll woo you up till the sun comes up and say i love you. I've had an exceeding amount of dreams about you. Its very upsetting waking up and realizing there was a part of my subconscious that deemed you important to import you into my dreams and make it something i would love but in the end..s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1125767283436431512005-09-03T12:05:00.000-05:002005-09-03T12:08:03.443-05:00i promise i promise i promisealright kiddos it's been awhile since i've posted but this whole rush thing is getting kind of hectic and the school combined with non-stop partying isn't helping the situation either. Alright i lie, it's not non-stop partying, but only crazy rush events...which... are parties? haha anyways. i have a few or quite a few pictures to post up for you guys so i can satisfys.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1125188779738752652005-08-27T18:59:00.000-05:002005-08-27T19:26:33.643-05:00quit looking at me as if you know mei keep my scars from prying eyes incapable of ever knowing whywhy am i so fascinated by bigger pictures better thingswhy do i sound like a biggity bitch. haha. Rough night last night, really rough at kerbey my potential employer. haha. My pride was hurt that night, it was worse than, well, it wasn't worse than anything, it just really sucked. Last night, s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1124781448051154902005-08-23T02:15:00.000-05:002005-08-23T02:17:28.060-05:00because fucking you was never funugh. i'm so tired i can barely type. i can hardly throw anything my arms are all thrown out and tired. lifted weights for the first time in a looonnnggg time. nearly 2 months but i felt good. I felt like i gained somethign today.s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1124730975447739202005-08-22T11:49:00.000-05:002005-08-22T12:16:15.496-05:00bloody mouthwashI had a dream about you today. I'd be lying if i said it was unpleasant because it wasn't. It was made especially better since I'm living alone, it made me appreciate the company. Laid right below where you wrote "i'll always love you", it was almost like being home. Everything was in place. Everything besides me. I enjoyed it for what it was but a moment was all i could take. Sees.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1124178643965061842005-08-16T02:50:00.000-05:002005-08-16T02:50:43.970-05:00rewindn0effex27 (3:15:52 AM): i doubt youve ever been meaningless to anyone that knows yous.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1123916451007447122005-08-13T01:59:00.000-05:002005-08-13T02:00:51.013-05:00my neck snaps when you drop me that farsomeone shoot me. i want to gauge my eyes out..................................... it's..... so.......... haha, hahahaha. It's so sads.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1123907883545544882005-08-12T23:11:00.000-05:002005-08-12T23:38:03.553-05:00don't act like you have mace in your face bitchLong and horrible day. Well it wasn't really horrible. But it was long. Almost as long as my penis. And that's sayng something. No. i lie. it's not big i promise you. I'm not packing much heat. Though Fan begs a differ. "you have SUCH a big penis"... WHATEVER! Beer goggles i tell you. Anyways. last night was great. Got drunk. Almost drowned in a pools.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1123657365652557762005-08-10T01:33:00.000-05:002005-08-10T02:02:45.663-05:00little kidsi don't like kids who act older than they should. Not because i'm older than them and i'm acting as if i'm their age, it's just not good for the soul. At least, that's what i've grown up to believe. Which i why i don't understand little kids going out with older guys. This one girl Leonela. I call her Lee since leonela is too long to say in conversation. she's pretty, cool. has a senses.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1123224089961065582005-08-05T01:35:00.000-05:002005-08-05T01:41:29.966-05:00use me to write your own storyI'm like an pencil with an eraser at both ends. Things will get erased and something will change. Haha, here I am updating this blog drinking a marvelous lager with you sitting right next to me. I like your company. I don't feel so alone when you're around. It's good sharing this beer with good people., especially when you treat me so good. Too bad I don't recognize s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1122708576431695672005-07-30T01:55:00.000-05:002005-07-30T02:29:37.373-05:00it would have been best if you weren't therehectic day at work, hectic whatever. Spoke to you, words were exchanged, but i don't expect anything but emptiness. Haha. But i must admit, it was really nice talking to you. I'd be lying if i said i wasn't happy. But the happiness is a facade to something i don't want to be anymore. So it makes me feel like i'd rather be quiet and drive away than stay s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1122608357919173502005-07-28T22:00:00.000-05:002005-07-28T22:39:17.930-05:00never take friendship personalIt's there so you can learn about meSo tired... too many drunken stupors and calls to you. You hardly call back. But it's ok. I never take it personally anyways. Yesterday was fun. Kicked it back at roni's casa. Got drunk real quick because i hadn't ate anything since breakfast. But it was fun. talked to Niza for a bit. mostly through text. But i got a nice text froms.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1122010396526880592005-07-22T00:07:00.000-05:002005-07-22T00:33:16.536-05:00my name is pussygaloreIt really is hard to start talking to someone here in the valley. Because somehow in some fucked up way like "my uncles cousins neighbor's brother knows this guy who has a friend who walks this guys dog. ANd yeah that's how i know you"Is it me, or is that fucken retarded. And they all have mixed stories about me. It's horrible. Here's a list of mixed reputations I s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1121758210685494242005-07-19T01:22:00.000-05:002005-07-19T11:08:07.236-05:00asking would really be niceAlright kiddos it's been awhile and i'm going to update. I got a myspace account so if anyone decides to click on this MY SPACE go ahead and add me if you have one. I have the most emo-est picture up ever, but the lip ring is fake so no worries. I guess, if you were worried to begin with? Anyways. here are some pictures that i said i would upload. Better late than s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1121122942832233342005-07-11T17:43:00.000-05:002005-07-11T18:02:22.840-05:00EMO mutha fuckasWow. Things got resolved. I feel much better than the last post. But how cliche' right "it's not me" I'm not sure if i believe it entirely. But i suppose i have nothing but to take her word for it. The name of the game laidies and gentlemen, is patience. I'm usually the one that has to wait. I was patient in my last relationship and look where that got me? It left me in the middles.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1121147188174003822005-07-10T00:45:00.000-05:002005-07-12T00:48:08.416-05:00it's the truthNo words or talk, we’ll just got dreaming.. We’ll through in the fact that we’ll feel no pain. It’ll only work as long as you hold my hand. You can never let go of it though. Haha. Oh well. This current post I’m writing it on word because I don’t have internet right now. What internet I had was broken by my big momma’s cute dog. I can’t be mad at the dog. She’s just so damn cute. I s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1120541648604650602005-07-05T00:24:00.001-05:002005-07-05T00:34:08.610-05:00open and shut caseyes... another open and shut case. Meaning, a time just passed where i OPENNED my big mouth with i should have kept it SHUT. Yes YEs yes, i know. It's what I get for even taking myself too seriously. Or anything seriously for that matter. What made it so easy to break that down? Fuck if I know. Of course I will never be able to find that out. Or will I. I was told i'm not use tos.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1120094111070690812005-06-29T19:57:00.000-05:002005-06-29T20:15:11.083-05:00it's called mutinywhat a week, and it's only hump day. But i have realized one thing,. The more time i spend here, i realize that i don't belong in a place like this. TOo much family oriented stuff, strong bonds with this and god knows what. That's not for me, i'm too reluctant isn't the right word, but it's the first one that comes to mind. I don't know. it makes more sense for me to travel and s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1119882202164026282005-06-27T09:21:00.000-05:002005-06-27T09:24:54.313-05:00more chocolate milk, and a shit load more white stripes Advanced Global Personality Test Results Extraversion |||||||||||||||| 70% Stability |||||||||||||||||||| 90% Orderliness |||| 20% Altruism |||||||||||| 50% Interdependence |||||||||||||| 56% Intellectual |||||||||||| 43% Mystical |||||||||||||||| 63% Artistic |||||||||||||| 56% Religious || 10% Hedonism ||||||||||||s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1119881238620464992005-06-27T08:57:00.000-05:002005-06-27T09:07:18.626-05:00white stripes and chocolate milkso much has happened since the last time i've posted. almost too much. Things too good to be true, and some things, well... i'm not even going to explain. I got out an hour early from class so i'm still here at the STC library with the hot proctor lady stealing glances at me from time to time and me making eye contact with her just to throw her off. She's a cutie. s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1118168511281666752005-06-07T13:10:00.000-05:002005-06-07T13:21:51.296-05:00drink drink drink...watergood news... no.. not really news.. i have no good news.. No i lie.. i have some news, i just don't kn ow if it's good or not. Or... whatever. I didn't turn in my essay that was due yesterday. didnt' want to. I was too lazy to do it. I'm gonna turn it in this coming monday though, it'll count as my rewrite or something along those lines. All i need is a C in that class s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1117834709913270082005-06-03T16:29:00.000-05:002005-06-03T16:38:29.920-05:00let me wear a crown of thornsWork is a whole lot funner from before. I don't know why, it just is. Maybe because Marivel is psycho and will fight back if you make fun of her, or because the guys in the back are more laid back than before. Whatever the reason maybe. It's fun.Alright i've already declared it illegal that Reanne can't leave me on monday. I have yet to tell her this, but i will. hahas.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1117654209383931462005-06-01T14:20:00.000-05:002005-06-01T14:30:09.390-05:00i'm missing you alreadyALright you've really only been gone for a day, but there isn't anyone to talk to late at night who doesn't make fun of me because what makes me sad is "cute". If you really want to know.. People who leave me in general without saying bye make me sad. Yes this includes hang ups. It's rude, but it makes me sad. I don't really like being left without atleast a bye. Haha but s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1117558420543584332005-05-31T11:28:00.000-05:002005-05-31T11:53:43.380-05:00planes really do scare mePleasant morning... a very pleasant morning actually. Woke up to some humidity when i went outside to go pee. For some reason i'd rather walk outside to pee than to walk 5 steps to the bathroom which is conveniently next to me room. I don't know why. Something manly about being outside. ANyways.. pee'd outside, then walked back inside to the bathroom to take a shower, ands.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1117477120480306672005-05-30T13:14:00.000-05:002005-05-30T13:18:40.540-05:00my boredom is your painthis is seriously how bored i get these days.Your Love Life by lpfloatsmyboatName/username/nickname:favorite color:best physical quaility:eyesbest personality trait:people personwill you marry your bf/gf that you have now?yes!when will you get married?September 24, 2017your kiss is:passionatePeople date you because:you're everything they want in a girl/guyQuiz created with s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1117357498257886902005-05-29T03:37:00.000-05:002005-05-29T04:05:01.790-05:00what does it feel like?do i feel like pouring all my heart and soul out to you on this post at 3:37 in the morning? lol... the fuck i do. But i will say this... well there isn't much that i can say.. or atleast not right now. Or i can... you're horrible at calling people back. Seriously. But anyways. I'm real excited. I went to go sign my lease on my apt on thursday. I got a two story 1-1 s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1116995683893630212005-05-24T23:24:00.000-05:002005-05-24T23:34:43.903-05:00it makes me sadIt's ok that you stood me up... it's going to take a little bit more than that to get me mad. You just don't talk anymore, and this is why I didn't like that guy from the very beginning. Because for some odd reason I knew it would turn out like this. You're giving up too much and you know it. But if it makes you happy, then I'll be the one smiling for you.s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1116706205715095102005-05-21T15:09:00.000-05:002005-05-21T15:10:05.720-05:00kinda cornyThe Keys to Your HeartYou are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved.You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change.You would be forced to break up with someone who was insecure and in constant need of reassurance.Your ideals.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1116656667673748622005-05-21T01:15:00.000-05:002005-05-21T01:24:27.680-05:00games games gamesMase un (1:00:54 AM): how's the wifeDavid is Absurd (1:01:02 AM): she's getting drunk.David is Absurd (1:01:10 AM): for some reason i decided to leave earlyDavid is Absurd (1:05:39 AM): how are things going with your wifeMase un (1:05:47 AM): crapMase un (1:08:18 AM): i always had this feeling that if i held on long enough she would grow up and stop being so high strung, and if s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1116627939632486542005-05-20T17:19:00.000-05:002005-05-20T17:25:39.636-05:00i'll never understandwhy do people like to make things hard? Why don't people realize they are making things harder. It took me awhile to realize i was making things harder once. And i let go. Then she didn't realize that her words were making things harder, until I decided that that type of person i don't need in my life. Harsh words said nonchalant... haha. i'm guilty of doing it too. what the s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1116436243681283792005-05-18T12:04:00.000-05:002005-05-18T12:10:43.690-05:00very little of meOk i should've gone to t his website site along time ago seeing that it's one of the coolest in the world. You get to make you're own south park characters with this so i got bored and decided to make a fewi had to pay homage to the EMO in me. Haha. Hair covering the eyes, wearing black with the a shotgun in my hand so i can use my big toe to blow my head off. At least, that's s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1116378866731104862005-05-17T20:13:00.000-05:002005-05-17T20:14:26.740-05:00are you serious?when i follow my heart it leads to yours }=*s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1116267796636701952005-05-16T13:16:00.000-05:002005-05-16T13:23:16.643-05:00it's nowhere close to overam i over it. you bet your fucken arse i am... am i lying, probably not. haha. It doesn't feel so good to be back at home. I come home to the barking of orders. Orders which i don't like. I have a feeling my freedom is slowly being stripped away. I really don't like being told what to do. Seriously. Being bitched at to go to sleep before midnight... give me a fucken s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1115958044935727522005-05-12T23:10:00.000-05:002005-05-12T23:20:44.940-05:00get close to me pleaseToo many random thoughts in the day. Nothing was accomplished... i tried but you couldn't get anything from me as far as studying is concerned. I can't study... just because you get in the fucken way. You have to leave soon, otherwise I'll laugh my ass off hysterically and hope you were just a dream. I don't want to see your face anymore. Just because you'll bring out the s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1115926816242143852005-05-12T14:24:00.000-05:002005-05-12T14:40:16.340-05:00notch post on lifetalking to old friends..c omments on how i'm fat. and it's true.. I've gained weight.. Which made me lose ten lbs in the last week. haha.. I need to get swo because... i don't know.. it just feels good. I could be working out instead of doing this, but the feeling to post is over powering.. why you ask? BECAUSE I LIKE TO SPREAD MY FUCKEN FEELINGS OUT ON THE INTERNET LIKE A LOSERs.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1115831937813360752005-05-11T11:49:00.000-05:002005-05-11T12:18:57.986-05:00my alarm clockpeople are so silly.. though i like the attempt of being given a plate full of ass this morning. It was a nice surprise. This day is definately going to mark it's presence on my knotch post of life. I should've been able to predict this and now i can't see any farther than my eyes can at the moment. Something is going to hit me hard today. Probably a car. haha, or it maybe you if s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1115803173635864512005-05-11T04:12:00.000-05:002005-05-11T04:19:33.730-05:00I'll never see itI'm sorry, there's nothing different you see in my eyes. Haha... i'm just a regular mexican... your regular fuck up... I'm not even going to begin the whole "we can friends". It's too lame... and i'm over that whole concept. Try not to forget that things aren't always black and white... I'm too many shades of grey for you to pin point me.Shiner is so bad as a study partner....hahas.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1115698040628932122005-05-09T22:47:00.000-05:002005-05-09T23:07:20.720-05:00you can't tell the difference can youDavid is Absurd (10:45:56 PM): don't mistake my caring for pity.David is Absurd (10:46:44 PM): it even scares me...David is Absurd (10:46:53 PM): how cold i can beHaha, I really have no redeeming qualities... so what is it that you see in me to make you want me? My boyish good looks? My outlook on life, my charismatic nature or my pretty feet? Maybe because i s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1115679134931864042005-05-09T17:36:00.000-05:002005-05-09T17:52:15.033-05:00I was called for a good timeForget EVERYTHING that was... haha.. and replace it with the new.. was what somebody once told me.. She never told me how hard that would be... anyways... Things that got me mad before i go into good because im sure i'll be bitching about it later.. My ex-gf's sister called me, which is odd, but anyways she started off "Hey david how are you!?"... you know, s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1115492476067106142005-05-07T13:45:00.000-05:002005-05-07T14:02:59.626-05:00seriously, how big is my ego?Last night was one of the most random nights of my entire life... drunkeness, roll reversals, streaking...Fan of Longhorn (1:45:10 PM): dave, u have a really good penisFeed my ego a bit more. The streaking incident is what did it all and now they won't shut up about it. I guess that's good for me.Last night was a night for only fools like me and you. Where only we s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1115367029706350752005-05-06T02:51:00.000-05:002005-05-06T03:10:29.800-05:00cinco de fucken mayoDoes she mean what she says? I could possibly give a shit right now. Dana loves it... you left me, so i'm really mad at you... even though you've apologized for it 50 million times...ok well it isn't that bad... but i still hate being left. Smoking is still a habit... you've got me addicted to black coffee and cigarettes. I'm "darling" It makes me blush when you call me that..s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1115188812383022812005-05-04T01:22:00.000-05:002005-05-04T01:42:08.016-05:00small world.... such a small fucken worldit's such a sick sad little world... it really is. I'm starting to lose faith in humanity, and most of all, i'm starting to lose faith in myself, such a bad combination. I don't want to grow cynical this early. One moment at a time i'm discovering myself and i realize i can't give anything to anybody, because everybody has everything of me to love me. Evens.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1115049217428382102005-05-02T10:12:00.000-05:002005-05-02T10:54:19.543-05:00go ahead and hit me, I'll love you after itMy body is bruised, it's a result of being hit, and falling on my ass long boarding. It doesn't hurt the same day, but i woke up this morning hurting and all bruised up. Why the fuck would I be doing soething like that? Because i think it's fun. you have to take a risk sometimes right? Risks are good, I need to take more them often, without being the s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1115001526131825792005-05-01T21:21:00.000-05:002005-05-01T21:38:46.133-05:00real rappers is hard to find, like a remoteif emotions had a spectrum, i think i went through every emotion once this weekend. I never thought that was possible. It's making me wish i never had them. I blame it on my room. Since it's always cold i'm becoming cold hearted. haha. Anyways, i need to apologize to Bails because i stole his bed last night. He had a dream, and it was to sleep on his beds.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1114929231785337792005-05-01T01:25:00.000-05:002005-05-01T01:33:51.786-05:00stay the fuck away from meHow could anybody do that to someone. Really? I just finished watching the movie Closer and the way it was made was great, but the story just made me feel queezy. Sick, and sad at times. How the fuck could anybody put so much pain on someone. How could someone just give into such a visceral urge to just want someone. There's a moment, there is always a moment of truth s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1114755940464609482005-04-29T00:56:00.000-05:002005-04-29T11:39:30.493-05:00behold the JAGERbombdrama drama drama... i've had my fix of drama for the night. And for a few weeks as well. I went shopping with anna today, or.. yesterday, whatev. Went to express and bought a few clothes to coordinate with her dress. She didn't really do much but stand. She was out of it i suppose. I bought this lavender shirt with this kick ass tie. I dropped nearly 200 dollars just shoppings.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1114648035764584212005-04-27T19:19:00.000-05:002005-04-27T19:27:15.766-05:00jump cut the fuck forwardWow...a shiner bock and a cigarette sound really good right now. But anyways, i'm here in my RTF319 class. We're learning shit on Final Cut but i can't really pay attention. My mind is somewhere else. It's on my paddle, working out, my formal, what i'm wearing, what she could possibly be wearing. what'll happen afterwards. what's going to happen tomorrow. I'm focused on s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1114618011301263822005-04-27T10:46:00.000-05:002005-04-27T11:06:51.303-05:00it's an art i tell youI love to air dry. Once I get out of the shower i walk around naked, do grooming shit like shave my face, clean my ears, fuck around with my hair, tweeze the potential UNIbrow or clip my nails. ALl just to pass the time till i'm completely dry and i can put on my clothes. It's a habit i picked up at home. I had the house to myself a lot of times so what did i do to pass the s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1114526524585035672005-04-26T09:25:00.000-05:002005-04-26T09:42:04.586-05:00frequency frequencyI hate coffee breath. I really do. Despite the fact that i drink coffee every fucken day. But atleast i have an altoid, you know, some mint with some power behind it to kick my coffee breath's ass out of my mouth. Or most of it for that matter. There are certain breaths i will allow. Onion breath, garlic breath. Those two aren't bad cause.. i like both of those vegetables. hahas.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1114442285756740152005-04-25T09:56:00.000-05:002005-04-25T10:18:05.756-05:00it's out of the ordinaryTHREE NAMES YOU GO BY:1. Sweetie2. Love3. DavidTHREE SCREENNAMES YOU HAVE HAD:1. Rokketman52. piig Head553. David is absurd-currentTHREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:1. Intuition2. How I do the things no one else would want to3. How i know that i'm not like anybody you're ever going to meetTHREE THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:1. How I'm too flirty, or s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1114086445469388172005-04-21T07:19:00.000-05:002005-04-21T07:27:25.470-05:00hand gun lovePass that dutch mutha fucka... was the phrase of the night. ANd passed it was. Clockwise might i add. Good times good times. haha. I'm paying for it though. I should've studied for my test which is in 5 hours. But it's alright.. I'm sure i'll get an A in the test.i want this tattoo hand-gun love on my chest. Or probably a smaller version somewhere on one of my arms. Maybe even my s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1114042042093498052005-04-20T18:43:00.000-05:002005-04-20T19:07:22.093-05:00i have super titsIt's been a long week that's soon to be made shorter after tomorrow. One test, that's it. Then i finally get to go home which i've been wanting to do for so long. I'll get to go hang out with vanessUGH for a bit, pick up K.C. from school because that'll make her year if I do. Then my pledge brothers are coming with me back home and that should be pretty fucken awesome. All but 3 s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1113674318404894972005-04-16T12:30:00.000-05:002005-04-16T12:58:38.406-05:00who was the one worth leavingwhat about my ching ching ching, what about my bling bling bling! i don't really know the rest, but it's a good song. Timbaland has some tight beats. Anyways, lots happening, lots happening. Conflicting feels of what i need and what i really want. Everything pans out in the end. Though i'm glad i'm not keeping my mouth shut, otherwise I'd probably be killing myself s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1113526834747298682005-04-14T19:58:00.000-05:002005-04-14T20:00:34.750-05:00Things I would Love to do1.) KNock over stone hendge and watch them fall like dominoes2.) Knock over the leaning tower of Pizza. I mean come on. IT's leaning already, just put it out of it's misery3.)Circumsize Michaelangelo's David4.)Become an awesome chef, so that way i was better than Emeril, and when i had my own show. I would go up to him and say BAM!! and throw powdered sugar in his face.5.s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1113228539390055572005-04-11T08:53:00.000-05:002005-04-11T09:08:59.390-05:00i can do without itI need to do something... rather... i need to find something I really love doing, and be great it at. Become so great, that everyone will love me for it, everyone will remember my name. Some people already know me as the "infamous david", where that came from, only god knows. But I need to be great at something, and make everyone recognize me for it, and you can bet your ass s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1112677089403903772005-04-04T23:23:00.000-05:002005-04-04T23:58:09.406-05:00what is a drug testI'm married. Or i was married, until ALex decided to take it off. Now i'm really mad because of that. haha. MARRY ME ALEX GOD DAMN IT! Anyways, the past few days have been going by slow which i like. Still i never have a ride to the park but Sevilla is willing to go with me next time and so is collin and a host of other people... Jester has become my new haven as of late. Most s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1112303280993220592005-03-31T12:12:00.000-06:002005-03-31T15:41:52.843-06:00my ears won't stop ringingshow me show me show me how you do that trick, the one that makes me scream she said, the one that makes me laugh she said, and threw her arms around my neck... Whatev. 1.) i don't have anybody to show a trick to so 2.)no one screams or laughs and 3.)her arms around my neck are but a memory to her because she decided to abandon me when she said "i'll always be here for s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1111822659490996242005-03-26T01:26:00.000-06:002005-03-26T01:37:39.490-06:00i'm living a dreamah the college life. It's a love hate relationship between her and I. She's been nothing but trouble for me... this college. I've even become a poor college kid. I've overdrawn my account by 40 dollars or so. Now i can't afford to eat because the cafeteria is closed for the weekend and i don't want to make my debt any bigger than it is now. So i've been starving since 7 and it'ss.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1111202843067563682005-03-11T21:02:00.000-06:002005-03-18T21:27:23.070-06:00i've never laughed so hard in my entire lifeYou know, i hadn't laughed in a really long time. Ok i've laughed, but not as hard as this.Haha, in fact i was literally in tears laughing trying to stop the pain in my stomach from rising even more than what it was before. I thought of a lot of things... like when my brother tried running away with abunch of cookies and slipped and fell and all the s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1107085456649498372005-01-30T05:27:00.000-06:002005-01-30T05:46:31.663-06:00paint a target on my face and pull the trigger
where do i end? Where do i begin? I know i end now, it's figuring out where i began. I think anybody who felt like being captain obvious would say my birthday. Or if they wanted to be sick, they'd say as soon as my big momma splooged me out of her vagina. Or maybe when the doctor slapped my ass for me to wake up. I was alive but i began way later. s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1106986918364332772005-01-29T02:15:00.000-06:002005-01-29T02:21:58.363-06:00someone slap me... then kiss me
Crazy times crazy times crazy times... CRAZY TIMES these days are. So crazy it's hard to keep them from circling around my head and preventing me from vomitting every now and to keep my britches tight and my bearings straight. Straight, straight, straight like an arrow... anyways. Sometimes i look back and i'm amazed. On how my thoughts were so clear and true. s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1103940121740704772004-12-24T20:00:00.000-06:002004-12-24T20:03:58.013-06:00How Santa Fucked Me Over
I don't have much to say on this christmas eve, other than that i got accepted into the college of communications and i'm now officially studying for an R.T.F. degree. Hooray is me. Merry christmas fuxxorz.s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1102732334034447192004-12-10T20:24:00.000-06:002004-12-10T20:32:14.036-06:00OI vey
It's been a couple of bad day's in Davey's World. Why is it? I really have no idea. It could be stress from finals, procrastination, neglection from the girl friend. It all adds up to one pile of vomit that refuses to leave your stomach. It's just there simmering and festering waiting for the right moment to just splurge out and REALLY fuck everything up. ::SIGH:: there is light at the ends.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1101020932438604362004-11-21T01:47:00.000-06:002004-11-21T01:10:26.006-06:00so... who the fuck are you?
I just realized something today. What exactly was it that you realized david? Today i realized, that I'm hot. Not just hot, but HOTT, with two T's damn it. Why am I so hot? It's an answer that will be answered in a list.
1.)I'm good looking
2.)My charismatic nature
3.)My witty banter
4.)My aura of awesomness that you feel when you're around me
Random people just write s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1099973361244256452004-11-08T21:55:00.000-06:002004-11-08T22:09:21.243-06:00everyone is looking at me
God i'm so tired. Went to go play DDR, (all songs on heavy mode) and after that ran to the gym to go get sexy and then ran back to go play DDR (on heavy mode again). It may seem like a piece of shit work out,(and maybe it is for most people but since drinking and smoking have been my staple then it's THAT much harder), but it's not. It was enough to make my bowl howl ands.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1099686521195625022004-11-05T14:12:00.000-06:002004-11-05T14:28:41.196-06:00chipped finger nails
How many times have i told myself to "get a fucken grip"? One too many times as of late. I'm starting to get mad because of it. What was once me being sad is now me being mad at myself, and when i try to confront myself about it, the words are taken from me. All I can hear is the beating of my heart in the pit of my stomach. Even now as i type these words, i type with much s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1099203978968288402004-10-31T01:10:00.000-06:002004-10-31T01:26:18.966-05:00it can be erased
I've had too many repressed feelings and as a result I'm more emotional than i have ever been in my entire life. I've always taken everything with a grain of salt hardly showing any feelings of remorse or guilt. You will never see me sad, always happy. I can't be sad. It's like if i fall apart, then everything falls apart, and that is just something that can't happen. Haha. I s.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453083.post-1099196965986056982004-10-30T23:28:00.000-05:002004-10-30T23:29:25.986-05:00clean slates
I'm not happy at alls.m.o.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683909541871890436noreply@blogger.com