*orgasm*

achoo

bless me?

AND i volunteered today!

know what makes me happy?
well, actually a couple things, but i discovered today that helping old people knowing you'll get nothing in return is one of them.
mrs anderson. lips, chapped. asks her friend if she has any chapstick. no. lips, chapped and getting chappeder. me, feel bad. la la. work, work. stuff. yay, no more work for today, done! driving home. remember mrs anderson. lips, chapped. dig through change in car, drive to walmart, buy chapstick. drive back to work, deliver the goods. mrs anderson. lips, chap-sticked. jenna, happy.

YAY!!!!!!! ZAC AND JESSICA ARE GOING OUT!!!!!!
that makes me happy :)

Okay everyone...I just have to say this stuff, even if it's gonna sound trivial and all. After months of liking Jessica alot...my dream finally came true. Jessica asked me out...so yeah, were going out now. I have to be the happiest guy I've ever been, it's great. I know none of you probably care, but i'm real happy and I hope everything works out. Talk to you all later...
-Sac

Define irony...walking down freamont street(the place with all the lights on the roof. Well anyways im walking along and they have this tribute to america going and then i see it. A strip joint with its own tribute to america saying " God bless america," i mean come on that place is not "holy" or anything affililated with religion. Its like mixing a cat in a dog pound, but oh well.
later

to both jacks: no more posting for you (and yes, i'm aware this is your site bw...)

Read this thing that Robert A. Heinlein wrote in 1952. I think this still applies and kinda touches on the terrorism shit.
This I Believe

Instead of posting inanely about coffee, I'm going to extend an offer to someone you really care about. Yourself, if there's ever anything you want to tell me, just go ahead and do it...usually I have some good advice, so yeah....no that that's taken care of,

on to *looks around* coffee? (mwhahahaha)

due to the sheer pointlessness of this post, you too can rage at me!

Yellow Duct Tape of Glee
By Alex Jones


There I was, creating a Hell with yellow duct tape of glee! Over my winter
break I, the Atheist God, was pressured, by a god not worth mentioning, into
raising an eternal prison for people who don’t follow my dogma and I. This
Hell was to be the best Hell, and all whom sin shall now go there!
Wondering the freezing wasteland that is my room I found all the supplies I
needed. Most importantly, I found the yellow duct tape of glee.

This yellow duct tape of glee was all yellow, except the sticky side. The
yellow duct tape of glee was so sticky and yellow it brought me much joy.
In a place as depressing as Hell, and as cold as my room, you need much joy.
My Hell found the metaphorical glue that shall bind it. Those who see my
Hell shall receive much joy, and those who are in it will never again see
the yellow duct tape of glee!

There, I had it, a foundation of which I could start my Hell. I would show
that god not worth mentioning! My Hell, being the best, would be home to
the perfect punishments to those immoral sinners. With this Hell that god
not worth mentioning would have to give me an “A”, so to speak.
Enclosed within the first section of my Hell were to be the neutralists and
do-nothings. For their punishments I took a room of white and painted, with
the blood of those souls, a picture to commemorate them. Winds shall
forever wear and weather at these pictures. As for the souls themselves,
nothing. They are reduced to nothing. The only thing that remains of these
souls who refused to side, or just did nothing period, is nothing more than
a bloodied picture wearing and weathering away to nothing. Finally, in the
center of this section there lies a bloodied hole. This bloody hole leads
to the second section of my Hell.

For this section of Hell, my second, I chose to have the sinners worthy of
treachery of kith and kin to be eternally punished by snakes. Snakes are
creatures of treachery so I figure treachery of kith and kin would be a good
place to put these semi-demonic creatures. Also, I don’t like snakes so
they can all just go the Hell. Those snakes forever bite and ravage the
souls who enter. Each soul punished according to their sin, all, however,
must wallow in the mud. Some being chased, some being bitten and ripped
apart, all must slip and slide in this, my second section of Hell!

This brings me to my third and last section of Hell. Enclosed are those
who committed the very worst of all sins and crimes. They are the ones who
should sail time its very self! They are the time travelers. There is no
entrance to this section, nor is there an exit. For the very second someone
crosses that barrier of time-space, they are thrust into this place of
perpetual pain. Their punishment is to see the very life they left, the
good, the bad, and all the stuff in-between. They know that that life they
tried to leave will never again be there’s. They watch what they had done
and cry tears of red, red blood. So I finished this section and realized
that something was missing! I still had more to do before I could yet
consider my Hell complete.

That missing thing so happened to be a gate. Yes, I forgot my gate of
Hell! OK! I’ve been the Atheist God for less than a year I am entitled to
a few mistakes! So, quickly I fixed this dilemma. Using the yellow duct
tape of glee I bound a gate on top of my first section of Hell!

So, in the end I created my Hell that the god not worth mentioning
pressured me into creating. It is a great Hell; it is a grand Hell. Hell
it is my Hell! Such a luxurious Hell! Such an elite Hell! What more could
I have wanted? It is a Hell with yellow duct tape of glee!

Hey Ann, isn't it E. E. Cummings? *evil luaghter* yeah, we're studying him in class, good, good stuff. the paper we have to write about (him is going); to be good

i think im going to write it in his style (but something tells me that its been done)

this may or may not matter to you...in fact i dont know what this says to me, it just seemed good at the time...and oh yes, i was gonna rage, but i lost my motivation...but im sure ill gain it back soon...

when the man spoke, the people listened
and they followed him to his death.
I was the closest to him
And this I must confess

That I never felt I had the chance to say
All the things that were in this heart of
Mine. They say you learn from your big mistakes
And I think it's just about time that I...

Say it to you, Say it to me
Say it to all of us
In perfect clarity (to all our families)

I'm sick of people talking' out of their ass
About the way things are today.
They bitch and moan ever time you see
Them in their own peculiar ways.

They're lunchin', they're munchin', and then
They start punchin'...'Cause they just can't get it straight.
What's the use in beating around the bush
Unless you're getting a little.

Say it to you, Say it to me
Say it to all of us
In perfect clarity (to all our families)

I'm sick of living this life in vain
Black or white, love or spite
Just give me the facts on what you're feeling
I try to be patient but you're killing me...

Say it to you, Say it to me
Say it to all of us
In perfect clarity (to all our families)

that was it people...

hey all well im in las vegas, so i decided to say something about here it is hot and fun. earlier i went rock climbing and in a second im hitting the roller coasters. So have fun in coos bay and ill see ya soon
latz

yes, i'm back from copenhagen. notes to the locusts:
-jenna is lowercased because she idolizes e.e. cummings
-'busts out'< is an "ann-ism"
-coos bay blows, as if you didn't already know...

Hmm... I have a strange desire to write bazaar beatnic poetry... *dons beret and busts out some bongos*

I walk through the rain every day of my life, but I do not get wet, the wet gets me.
I see and I be and I live and I die, a little bit more every day, if I got the cash.
We never have the time to live in a world where we can only exist, bummer.
I am tapping into the eternal spectrum, the never ending circle of was is and now.
I take an active roll in human sacrafice every day because im still around, aren't I?
I can honestly say I wish I were high, because if I were high then I might get by.
As you can see I can't rhyme, but I make up for it with words as old as time, I am the encyclopedia-samia
So come yee little sheep and put your trust in me, I'll lead you on forever, singing hi diddle dum, high diddle dee
A scoop scoop Shiddidaloo wang pang bang a zipitada zapitda wiggly wiggly woo, shitty rhyme from me, shitty rhyme to you.

whaaaaaa?
3:30 in the morning and nobody's on???

...odd...

More of the beloved PANCAKE BUNNY ! ! !
THE ORIGINAL!
Cheese?
For all the people hurt on September Eleventh

Sam: The "Hitler thing" was a joke between me and jack. And i never said i thought you were going to be like hitler, i just think there is lots to learn from one of the most evil men to have ever lived. Jenna's name isn't capitalized because it isn't capitalized when she posts (she set it up like that, i just kept it up) And, yes, midgets!