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|| November 10, 2002 || 11:57 am || Comments (1) ||

happybirddaytokeith, happybirddaytokeith, happybirddaytokeeeee-eeeiiiith,
*DEEP BREATH*
HAPPYBIRDDAYTOKEITH!

…and many whooooores mooooooore…

 
|| November 10, 2002 || 11:39 am || Comments (1) ||

I am eating Reese’s Pieces and making fun of you right now. RIGHT NOW.

I just wish my digital camera wasn’t broken so that I could show you. *whimpers*

 
|| November 8, 2002 || 5:02 pm || Comments (0) ||

unxmaal: howyado?

JettSuperior: the dog is back!

JettSuperior: weeet!

unxmaal: yee!

unxmaal: he’ll smoke weed and remember his
excursion for years

JettSuperior: yes.

unxmaal: aww yeah, all the fine bitches

JettSuperior: and the kid up the street made
five bux0rs.

unxmaal: i pissed on everahh tree from here to
albertvillz

JettSuperior: and I’m saving my nickels to
have his nuts lobbed off.

unxmaal: hahaha

 
|| November 8, 2002 || 4:17 pm || Comments (0) ||



you have an ominosity quotient of

eight.

you are more ominous than the creators of this quiz. good god.

href=”http://www.likeisaid.com/ominosityquiz.html”>
find out your ominosity quotient
.

Quiz swiped from over at Behind The Mantle, who, in an odd twist, got it from Like I Said, with whom I used to have silly convos on AIM.

For instance, found in his instant messenger archives:

JettSuperior: why the hell are we being so vague and glib with one another, anyway?

JettSuperior: It’s like the A.L.I.C.E. nexus is talking to itself.

JettSuperior: gads.

impracticably: yeah, we should just get it over with. let’s fuck.

JettSuperior: *flings arms wide*

 
|| November 8, 2002 || 4:13 pm || Comments (1) ||

A letter I am composing:

Dear Clothing Designers and Manufacturers:

My daughter, Scout, is nine. NINE. She does not wish to dress like a toddler. I do not wish her to dress like a whooooore.

Accomodate us, you fuckpuddles!

I dunno, I think it needs something, I’m just not sure exactly what that something is.

 
|| November 8, 2002 || 12:58 pm || Comments (1) ||

SCABS!! On the inside of my nose! And all without the benefit of being a cokewhore still. YOWCH.

*wwaaaaaahhhhhhh*

 
|| November 8, 2002 || 12:55 pm || Comments (3) ||

I just saw this guy wearing a tailored sports jacket (is it sport jacket or sports jacket?? I never know) with the sleeves rolled up to three-quarters length, exposing the shiny lining. He had the lapels flipped up and was sporting one-inch buttons with various slogans and bands on the left-hand side. His left hand, not mine.

His hair was sorta fluffy. It was all very eighties…

…and it gave me the slightest hint of a tingle.