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jackshoegazer) wrote2006-07-29 12:24 am
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I'm pretty sure I told you this before, but hey, I'm repetitive.
Today was really customized. I got out of bed just before breakfast because the smell of cooking bacon woke me up. I feel a bit strange because we've just moved and there's a weird smell in the house.
I'm so stoned.
Last night I had to shave my entire body. Apparently, the lice that I caught from Amanda's friend are really hard to get rid of. I look quite strange with no hair and eyebrows. I'd post pictures, but my webcam is broken. I want to tell the world to get fucked.
I am making this journal Friends Only because of the perverts and stalkers who only want to see my photos. Today, I got a digital camera! Yes! Here's some photos of my cock.
I want to say thanks to the world for absolutely fucking nothing! You all suck. I feel so alone, no one ever reads this journal, or even comments to let me know that I'm not suffering alone. It's cold here, and I want to die, but I cannot figure out how many of you to take with me when I go.
I went to the doctor yesterday, and he said I have bipolar disorder, and should stop smoking drugs. Purple amphibian soup!
That's enough for now. But I'll leave you with my favourite Buffy fan-fiction piece I wrote last year when I was in hospital.
Oh yeah, none of this is true.
I'm so stoned.
Last night I had to shave my entire body. Apparently, the lice that I caught from Amanda's friend are really hard to get rid of. I look quite strange with no hair and eyebrows. I'd post pictures, but my webcam is broken. I want to tell the world to get fucked.
I am making this journal Friends Only because of the perverts and stalkers who only want to see my photos. Today, I got a digital camera! Yes! Here's some photos of my cock.
I want to say thanks to the world for absolutely fucking nothing! You all suck. I feel so alone, no one ever reads this journal, or even comments to let me know that I'm not suffering alone. It's cold here, and I want to die, but I cannot figure out how many of you to take with me when I go.
I went to the doctor yesterday, and he said I have bipolar disorder, and should stop smoking drugs. Purple amphibian soup!
That's enough for now. But I'll leave you with my favourite Buffy fan-fiction piece I wrote last year when I was in hospital.
Oh yeah, none of this is true.
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still.
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i smell truth, no matter how deeply buried in deception, misquotes and bull feces.
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my mind has no pipe size, nor maximum capacity.
i have extended the range of my thought beyond the boundaries of sanity, and stretched my perception around and within the basin of reality. no morsel of knowledge escapes me, no cosmic truth evades, no one can hear you scream.
...but yeah, that place stinks.
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that was quite the entry.
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