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Saturday, November 8th, 2008
3:27 am
i'm confused.
how can a friend use you all up while they're in close proximity to you but once there is some distance they no longer need you?
how can one show so much love and gratitude but after 24 hours of separation they show nothing at all. not even an inkling of what they left behind?
how can someone you have embedded all your trust in just turn around and act like they don't even know you anymore?
how do they wake up and look at themselves in the mirror the next day with no remorse what-so-ever?
i need to know how.
why can't i do it to people?
why can't i leave someone twisting in the wind?
why can't i just turn around, forget them, and still wear a smile?
i need to know why.

Current Mood: crushed
fuck you, pay me.
Wednesday, November 5th, 2008
7:59 am
totally forgot that the LJ world even existed!!
this is about all we've been up to:

Current Mood: tired
3 fuck you, pay me.
Tuesday, June 26th, 2007
1:30 am
Chente and his ever-nagging wife went on vacation to Jerusalem. While they were there, the Mere passed away. The undertaker told the Chente, "You can have her shipped home for $5,000, or you can bury her here, in the Holy Land, for $150." Chente thought about it and told him he would just have her shipped home.

The undertaker asked, "Why would you spend $5,000 to ship your wife home, when it would be wonderful to be buried here and you would spend only $150?"
Chente replied, "Long ago a man died here, was buried here, and three days later he rose from the dead. I just can't take that chance."
fuck you, pay me.
Tuesday, May 29th, 2007
12:10 pm
Little boy goes to his dad and asks, "What are Politics?" Dad says, "Well son, let me try to explain it this way: #1. I'm the head of the family, so call me The President. #2. Your mother is the administrator of the money, so we call her the Government. #3. We're here to take care of your needs, so we'll call you the People. #4. The nanny, we'll consider her the Working Class. #5. And your baby brother, we'll call him the Future."Now, think about that and see if it makes sense." So, the little boy goes off to bed thinking about what Dad hassaid.Later that night, he hears his baby brother crying, so he gets up to check on him. He finds that the baby has severely soiled his diaper.So, the little boy goes to his parent's room and finds his mother sound asleep. Not wanting to wake her, he goes to the nanny's room. Finding the door locked, he looks in the peephole and finds his father in bed with the Nanny. He gives up and goes back to bed.The next morning, the little boy says to his father, "Dad, I think I understand the concept of politics now."The father says, "Good, son, tell me in your own words what you think politics is all about."The little boy replies, "The President is screwing the Working Class, while the Government is sound asleep. The People are being ignored and the Future is in deep shit."
fuck you, pay me.
Thursday, May 3rd, 2007
9:21 pm
I still don't know if there is a god.
I still don't know if there is a higher being watching over and doing for us.
what I do know is that you should ALWAYS believe in those who love you.
what I do know is that you should ALWAYS believe in those you trust.
what I do know is that you should ALWAYS believe in those who stick around.
My wife has always been more than just a wife, she has always been my best friend, my buddy, my partner in crime, my everything when I feel there's nothing.
She believes in me when I can't find that frame of mind to believe in the anything. She reminds me that I am more than a man: I am a father, a friend, a husband, a fighter, a believer in life and love.
She wants only what we have and only what we can give to each other.
She needs only me, our happiness and our children. sometimes she does worry about living in a cardboard box, but who doesn't?
She warms me when I'm not even cold.
She heals me when I don't realize I'm sick.
She pampers me when I'm not even a baby.
She loves me when I can't even love myself.
I used to wonder what being married was like, what marriage REALLY was, what being "happily married" really meant... now I know, now I'll never wonder again.
Never take for granted those who do for you.
Never let go of those who hold onto you.
Never give up on those who refuse to give up on you.
...My wife is more than my wife, she's my hero.

Current Mood: grateful
3 fuck you, pay me.
Tuesday, January 16th, 2007
1:15 pm
one of the pipes for the kitchen sink fucken corroded, i barely put my finger on where there was a lil' hole and my finger went straight thru it. i'm doing pvc instead. this sucks. i was telling a friend from work about and that i had to fix it asap before the dishes piled up and he asked "don't you have a dishwasher?" and i was like "yeah, my wife, that's why i have to get it fixed!"

awwwwwwww you know i wuvv woo boo-boo head...............

Current Mood: determined
2 fuck you, pay me.
Saturday, December 23rd, 2006
11:08 pm
1 fuck you, pay me.
Thursday, November 30th, 2006
2:31 am
Two great European narcotics: Alcohol and Christianity,
I know which one I prefer.
On your birthday when mom passed the forks and spoons,
I put my head on the table I was so distraught with you.
You tidied your things into the bin the more poorly you grew,
So there's nothing of yours to hold or to talk to.
You put your hand up and interrupt the conversation with a "but..",
People say I interrupt people with the same look.
Sometimes I think so hard, I can't remember how your face looked,
Started reading about dreams in your favorite book.
Panic and pace when I can't see the right thing to do.
You'd be scratching your head through the best advice you knew.
And I feel sad I can't hear you reciting it through,
I miss you dad, but I've got nothing to remind me of you.
I needed a break when your book about dreams was taken.
I needed to pray or see a priest that day.
I needed to leave this trade and just heave it away.
But I cleaned up my place like you, so I could see things straight.
I never cared about God when life was sailin' in the calm,
So I said I'd get my head down and I'd deal with the ache in my heart,
And for that if God exists I'd reckon he'd pay me regard.
Mom says me and you are the same from the start.
I guess than you did leave me something to remind me of you,
Everytime I interrupt someone like you used to,
When I do something like you you'll be on my mind or through,
'Cause I forgot you left ME behind to remind me of YOU.
But you still tell me how you didn't know what to do, even now.
And then I'm not so scared somehow,
'Cause I know that you'd be proud.
We never went to church,
Just get on with work and sometimes things'll hurt.
But it's hit me since you left us and it's so hard not to search.
If you were still about, I'd ask you what I'm supposed to do now.
I just get grubbin' scared every now...
Hope I made you proud.

...I got a good one for you dad,
I'm gonna see a priest, a Rabbi and a Protestant clergyman,
You always said I should hedge my bets.
fuck you, pay me.
Wednesday, November 29th, 2006
1:47 pm
We could've been anything
That we wanted to be
And it's not too late to change.
I'd be delighted to give it some thought
May-be you'll agree that we really ought.
We could've been anything
That we wanted to be
And I'm not saying that we should
But if we try it, we'd learn to abide it
We could be the best at bein' BAD GUYS!
Flowers of the earth
Who can even guess how much
A real friend is worth?
Good guys, shake an open hand.
May-be trusting
If we try to understand
No doubt about it
It must be worthwhile
Good friends do tend to make you smile.
We could've been anything
That we wanted to be
Yes, that decision is ours
It's been decided we're weaker divided
Let friendship double our powers.
You give a little love
And it all comes back to you.
You know you're gonna be remembered
For the things you say and do.
fuck you, pay me.
Sunday, November 26th, 2006
2:33 am
you have to compare all these prices and calculate and recalculate and then try and rememeber what the first item was only to realize that you've lost your calculations and the vicous cycle begins once again.
you have to rememeber if that's what the person asked for or would even want and now you have so many gift ideas in your head you can't remember what is what or for who.
my head is literally POUNDING! my heart stopped about an hour ago.
i'm just gonna burn my list and give everybody a $1 gift card.
3 fuck you, pay me.
Friday, November 10th, 2006
12:00 am
An Irishman walks into a bar and orders three beers. He takes his beers to a table, and takes a sip from each mug in turn, until all three are empty. Then he proceeds to the bar and orders three more beers. The bartender looks irritated and explains that if he orders one beer at a time, they’ll be fresher and more enjoyable. “Well,” says the Irishman, “I just moved here from Ireland, and left my two dear brothers at home. We made a promise to each other that whenever we drink, we’ll pour a pint for whichever brother isn’t there.” The bartender thinks about it, says “Fair enough,” and pours another three beers.

Over time, the Irishman becomes a regular, and the bartender knows to pour three beers for him. One day, the Irishman comes in and orders two beers and then sits down at the table. The bartender brings him the two beers, and offers his condolences for the loss of his brother. The Irishman looks at him strangely, then smiles and says “Oh no, both my brothers are fine! I just quit drinking!”


One fine afternoon, a small boy walks in on his parents having sex (mother-on-top.) He gasps, and runs out to his room. His mother hears him, gets dressed, and goes to him.

“Honey, are you all right?” asks the mother, and receives no reply. “You see, your Daddy has a great big stomach, and every once in a while, I bounce up and down on top of him to smooth it back out.”

“Oh,” says the boy, coming out from hiding, “Well, then you’re wasting your time.”

“Why’s that?” asks the mother.

“Because when you go shopping, our next-door neighbor comes over, gets down on her knees, and blows it back up again!”

1 fuck you, pay me.
Thursday, November 9th, 2006
1:58 am
hopefully Vic won't have to write songs like this much longer...
So, tell me more about my situation
and evil men who are coming for my Nation
and evil forces who are coming for my freedom.
Secret Congress, nobody ever see them for propaganda.
Cuz if somebody wants to make a confrontation
they will get no play on your radio station.
And they will get no time on the television,
words' been sent down from an owner of corporation.
When your Congress Men to your President, are all business men just scheming.
And telling who's your enemy and who's your friend.
I'm not sure that I'd believe them.
The streetside posters are encouraging me peeping
to afford my local terrorist and the company they're keeping.
Who are they, in Guantanamo bay, sir?
'Cause there ain't no names and no crimes written in my paper.
The racial prisioner, who is wondering what his charge is,
secret meetings in Taxi Cab garages.
Propaganda, it's everywhere I go,You know,
the propaganda Man, it's on my radio,Propaganda, it's everywhere I go.Hey,
mister, mister please, c'mon tell me what you
know?Hey, mister,can tell me what you know?
3 fuck you, pay me.
Wednesday, November 8th, 2006
3:38 am
lemme count the ways, white sugar...
i love you cuz you love our kids.
i love you cuz you love me.
i love you cuz you love music.
i love you cuz you love movies.
i love you cuz you love cars.
i love you cuz you love books.
i love you cuz you love cooking.
i love you cuz you love living.
i love you cuz you love cultures.
i love you cuz you love bumming with me.
i love you cuz you love putting things off.
i love you cuz you love intelligence.
i love you cuz you love dancing.
i love you cuz you love sitting at the 'puter.
i love you cuz you love love.
i love you cuz you love your parents.
i love you cuz you love my parents.
i love you cuz you love confusion.
i love you cuz you love Mexicans.
i love you cuz you love dressing pretty.
i love you cuz you love decorating.
i love you cuz you love being mean.
i love you cuz you love my twisted humor.
i love you cuz you love our home.
i love you cuz you love our puppies.
i love you cuz you love theories.
i love you cuz you love fairness.
i love you cuz you love Tennessee.
i love you cuz you love Chicago.
i love you cuz you hate canada.
i love you cuz you love truth.
i love you cuz you love my/our friends.
i love you cuz you love all of my shows (you know you do).
i love you cuz you love my past.
i love you cuz you love our future.
i love you cuz you love popcorn with hot sauce.
i love you cuz you love Spanish.
i love you cuz you love ebay.
i love you cuz you love not letting me decorate.
i love you cuz you love smelling pretty.
i love you cuz you love doing for others.
i love you cuz you love the smallest of gifts.
i love you cuz you love being spoiled.
i love you cuz you love sleeping.
i love you cuz you love me.
all and all, I LOVE YOU.
1 fuck you, pay me.
Saturday, November 4th, 2006
3:14 pm
so... it was too cold for me to walk to get beer last night so i decided on Jack and Cokes, whatta fucken mistake that was. my head feels as heavy as my Uzi, it weighs a ton. next time i'm either walking my cold, skinny ass to the store for beer or just sticking to Coke WITHOUT the Jack.
2 fuck you, pay me.
Thursday, October 26th, 2006
11:54 am
it's scary but i can drink now and actually get up in the morning with hardly any hangover whatsoever. the only problem now is the damned stinky living room from smoking to much.
2 fuck you, pay me.
Friday, October 20th, 2006
12:22 am
Little Leroy went to his mother demanding a new bicycle. His mother decided
that he should take a look at himself and the way he acts. She said, "Well
Leroy, it isn't Christmas and we don't have the money to just go out and buy
you anything you want. So why don't you write a letter to Jesus and pray for
one instead." After his temper tantrum his mother sent him to his room. He
finally sat down to write a letter to Jesus.

Dear Jesus,
I've been a good boy this year and would appreciate a new bicycle.

Your Friend,

Now, Leroy knew that Jesus really knew what kind of boy he was (brat), so he
ripped up the letter and decided to give it another try.

Dear Jesus,
I've been an OK boy this year and I want a new bicycle.

Yours Truly,

Well, Leroy knew this wasn't totally honest, so he tore it up and tried

Dear Jesus,
I know I haven't been a good boy this year. I am very sorry. I
will be a good boy if you just send me a red bike ?


Well, Leroy looked deep down in his heart, which by the way was what his
mother really wanted. He knew he had been terrible and was deserving of
almost nothing. He crumpled up the letter, threw it in the trash can and
went running outside.
He ran down to the Church. Leroy went in up to the altar, picked up a statue of the Virgin Mary and ran out the door. He went home, hid it
under his bed and wrote LETTER #4:


You know who
1 fuck you, pay me.
Saturday, September 23rd, 2006
1:27 am
from my Hunny

1. I’ll respond with something random about you.
2. I’ll challenge you to try something.
3. I’ll pick a colour that I associate with you.
4. I’ll tell you something I like about you.
5. I’ll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I’ll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I’ll ask you something I’ve always wanted to ask you.

1. i like smelling you.
2. slap vladimir on the ass.
3. you're too good for a color. too pure. you can't fit in one place or color.
4. you care for me like a real fucking man. machismo. (sorry if i spelled that wrong.)
5. sitting on the computer in my apartment kitchen, talking to you online, you telling me you'd fly down and bring me beer. haha. properlyrude...
6. a lion. you're a man's man. you have big balls you swing around. you walk in and all the bitches want you. you are nothing without your pride; you'd rather die than walk out a coward. you'll fight to the death for yourself, your family, me. you embody pure heart, love, and honor.
7. we don't hold back anything, we know everything.

3 fuck you, pay me.
Saturday, September 2nd, 2006
2:33 am
that's right, all you single, divorced, seperated, widowed, lonely shits!!  we got it going on, baby.
ugh, we are broke as fuck too. buuut happy as fuck to go with that poverty.
somewhere along the way i lost complete control of my finances, got get back on top or at least near it.
saw CRANK tonight, that movie kicked so much ass in so many ways!! it was so good it fucken shocked me. i mean, the fucken thing surprised me, i was laughing the whole time, totally involved, mad at the bad guys, i just loved the thing.
6 fuck you, pay me.
Monday, August 21st, 2006
12:54 pm
I knew this kid named Max
He used to get fat stacks out on the corner with drugs
He liked to hang out late at night
Liked to get shit faced and keep pace with thugs.
Until late one night there was a big gun fight
Max lost his head
He pulled out his chrome .45
Talked some shit
And wound up dead.
Now his wife and his kids are caught in the midst of all of his pain
You know it crumbles that way
At least that's what they say when you play the game.
God forbid you ever had to wake up to hear the news
Cuz then you really might know what it's like to have to lose.

fuck you, pay me.
Thursday, August 17th, 2006
11:52 am
I've seen a rich man beg, I've seen a good man sin, 
I've seen a toughman cry.
I've seen a loser win and a sad man grin, 
I heard an honest man lie.
I've seen the good side of bad and the down side of up,
and everything between.
I licked the silver spoon, drank from the golden cup,
and smoked the finest green.
I Stroked the fattest dimes at least a couple of times before I broke their hearts
you know where it is yo, it usually depends on where you start.
fuck you, pay me.
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