| This made me lol. |
[Jul. 6th, 2008|06:43 pm] |
[18:36] Project122: Funny map
[18:36] Project122: entertaining
[18:36] Project122: look for the funny part
[18:38] acidmessiah: what
[18:38] Project122: did you see?
[18:38] acidmessiah: there is a place called friendship
[18:38] Project122: THRALL TOWN!
[18:38] Project122: NO
[18:39] Project122: Thrall
[18:39] acidmessiah: oh thrall
[18:39] acidmessiah: lol
[18:39] Project122: faggot
[18:39] acidmessiah: NO U
[18:39] Project122: i'm telling you to look for an orcish warchief and you find FRIENDSHIP
[18:39] Project122: Good one, Otacon.
[18:40] acidmessiah: its just like one of my japanese animes
[18:40] Project122: Can love really bloom on the battlefield?
[18:40] acidmessiah: can bloom bloom on the bloomfield
[18:41] Project122: can bloom nigger on the bloomfield
[18:41] acidmessiah: Bloom - a visual technique used to hide bad rendering and textures |
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| Holy crap wow. |
[Jul. 6th, 2008|03:04 pm] |
I've been having very graphic and violent vivid dreams. They used to frighten me, but I've been becoming desensitized, but it seems they're working hard to still shock me.
Tonight's wasn't gory, just ultimately a gigantic clusterfuck of scary and sad. I'm not sure how the dream started, but I was in a supermarket and this clerk started flirting with me and we decided to meet up somewhere and have a date, so I decide to kill some time at Emma's.
When I get to Emma's she is awkward, strung out on drugs, and we're chillin'. Eventually James comes looking for me and comes over while she's showering or... something. Both of us are then looking about her house and find a huge meth lab, but it's not only that... She also tortured people down here, used their body parts, blood, and innards in the drugs she creates and then strung their skeletons on the walls. She comes in and starts babbling nonsense about how wonderful her drugs are while James and I are trying to think of an excuse to get out. This ends up being a waiting game until another one of her friend's comes over and we bail and he goes... to work or something and Tim picks me up.
While in heavy traffic we discover an old friend John. He went to school with us and I always thought he was highly attractive... So we went to hang out with him and he and I end up getting intimate... until he backs out of it and just hangs himself. So we bail and I come home to find a message from the original clerk I forgot to meet. I apologize profusely, but no response... I go looking for him at the place we decided to meet and he's not there.
So I go back home and find my cockatiel, Reno, with his neck snapped, but somehow still twitching. I'm crying and rushing him to the vet and he dies. In the strange politics of our dreams I surrendered out other cockatiel to the vet for testing. Then our other cockatiel, Vegas, just randomly dies as well, by now I'm bawling and trying to cope. So... I go to that supermarket to apologize to the clerk and tell him what happened. He turns out not there and I remember while walking back home I got a call from Tim that one of his cockatiels has died too. So I then called James, while sobbing, and told him about my poor birdies. I remember being so heartbroken that I never got to take them with me and how I have been looking forward to moving out with my little baby cockatiels. That's when I woke up.
It was one of those dreams that when you wake up it feels like an entire day has passed... Very unpleasant. I'm not looking forward to the next batch of horrors. |
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[Jun. 26th, 2008|03:27 pm] |
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I'm so classy. I just took my snake in to the bathroom with me while I took a shit. |
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[Apr. 27th, 2008|02:13 am] |
I'm startin' to worry about the lack of wings, but luckily the chicken grew up. Bawk Bawk
Here are the Hatchlings.
      
Here are the eggs!
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| Pixel Dragons Start Poop. |
[Apr. 22nd, 2008|07:04 pm] |
And one Hatchling lol.
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[Mar. 12th, 2008|01:52 am] |
[01:46] Fluffy Miss Rejum: I just heard a click that sounded like the oh so familiar click of your dial-up modem disconnecting and it still put a subconscious shudder in me
[01:46] Fluffy Miss Rejum: my computer doesn't even have a modem
[01:47] Jesus Jones: Haahahahaha
[01:47] Jesus Jones: OH GOD
[01:47] Jesus Jones: I SOOO know what you mean.
[01:47] Jesus Jones: I've been hearing the rustling of that fucking paper clip from Office EVERYWHERE
[01:47] Fluffy Miss Rejum: rtgkljgyrth@@@
[01:47] Fluffy Miss Rejum: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
[01:47] Fluffy Miss Rejum: OH GOD NO
[01:47] Fluffy Miss Rejum: I'm so sorry |
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| I kill pixel dragons. |
[Mar. 6th, 2008|02:00 am] |
   
I snagged some more eggs because my last ones died. I hate myself =( |
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| These are addicting |
[Feb. 21st, 2008|04:44 am] |
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[Feb. 13th, 2008|11:20 am] |
I really hate to say it, but I believe now that furries are less attention mongling and self righteous than /b/. This scientology shit has gotten way out of hand and those protests are only there for neurotic newfags who think 9/11 is an inside job and are on large amounts of medication.
Sure for the most part I agree that Scientology sucks and people need to piss them off in every way possible, but the idea was to bring to light everything Scientology has done without bringing attention to yourself. If the news articles said "Protesters" instead of "internet group, Anonymous" I'd feel a bit better about the fagging up of /b/, but 'Anonymous' really lost it's anonymity once it rallied behind the title. Hot Topic is going to be selling the content of the posters and memes now.
Great Going. |
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| I read this today and it hit close to home. |
[Oct. 17th, 2007|05:02 pm] |
It's sad when people you know become people you knew. When you can walk right past someone like they were never a big part of your life. How you used to be able to talk for hours and now you can barely even look at them.
EDIT: I don't give a shit about those kinds of niggers. They're a drag. |
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[Sep. 30th, 2007|05:03 pm] |
Well... Huge crab did bite it.
Huge crab was such a fat crab. One time James had grated coconut shavings in to the tank and Hugecrab sat over some and when ever other crabs came near him he would kick them. He kicked three crabs at once straight up kungfu style. It was the most hilarious thing I had even seen. Hugecrab was also an avid eater. He would sit over the dish or a piece of fruit he dragged away for at least an hour. I loved seeing his apple pieces after he was done with them.
I miss him and poor James does too... I guess all we can do is cope. |
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[Sep. 30th, 2007|06:56 am] |
I'm already prepared for the worst.
James found Huge Crab naked this morning... He's extremely lethargic and barely moves at all when naked crabs are supposed to be frantic. I isolated him in to a small area with his shell and another possible shell and now I'm just watching now and disturbing as little as possible. I've turned off my fan and shut off all the lights... It may suck in here, but if it helps the crab then I'm game.
I feel like I'm not doing my job =/ I really need to divide the tank and buy some ecoearth or forest bed for one half of the tank. I also need some stress coat. at least their food sources are fine and the water is nice. I'm wishing Huge Crab all the luck in the world.
Anyhow.. I ought to introduce you to all of my hermit crabs. I have 10 in total.
Huge crab, Scuttlebutt, Firetruck crab, Zoom Crab, Tiny Crab, Police Crab, Rape Crab, Mr. Snips, Hide Crab, and Tree Crab. I'm not too creative with the naming, generally we just watch what the crabs do that's characteristic of them or we name them cause of their shell, regardless of whether or not they change from it. I also let friends name the crabs.
I'm so scared for my crab. =( |
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[Sep. 26th, 2007|10:13 pm] |
Well, That was fun.
Oh well. |
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[Sep. 1st, 2007|05:50 pm] |
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Frankly, if James got over her, things would be just peachy. |
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[Aug. 22nd, 2007|12:00 am] |
So I heard of this chick named Lee Anna. I suddenly have the burning and filthy desire to drive barbed hooks through her clitoris and spray a squirty green colored shit right down her throat. Then I'm gunna spray hot piss in her wounds while I drop wax on her eyes. Then I'm going to have her faint in such a manner that her bowels release so that she's also covered in her own piss, shit, blood, and tears. I'll make sure she's on her period before I even begin my attack, just to make it that much filthier.
The location will be in a carpeted bathroom. Preferably an old one since the trees will have disrupted the pipes and I'll make sure that the home was owned by a white trash family so that they have saturated the carpet with shit water and there will be toadstools growing behind the toilet |
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| Poor Smoke... =( |
[Aug. 5th, 2007|04:18 pm] |
*cry* One of my hermit crabs died.
Although it's common for a hermit crab to die if you had just bought them.. it's hard because it's my first death. I can't help but feel it's my fault that he was so stressed out. I did my best to let him become accustomed to his tank, but I guess being in the pet store had already ruined him. I see poor dead crabs there all the time.
Smoke was named so for his nicotine stain colored shell and for generally how ugly he was
I will boil his shell tonight and give him a proper burial.
Poor crab =( |
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[Jul. 28th, 2007|02:22 pm] |
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Hooray. Been with Jimmy for a year today.It's not much, but it's a good start. |
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[Jul. 7th, 2007|04:50 pm] |
lol pea hat.
Crafty bitches. |
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| Pokemon friend code |
[Apr. 29th, 2007|07:38 pm] |
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Keff 4768-3935-5302 |
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[Apr. 23rd, 2007|10:45 pm] |
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I believe my true self is that of a 1978 Honda Civic. That is who I truly am on the inside, my soul-being. To express this aspect of my personality I draw pictures of myself as an anthropomorphic 1978 Honda Civic and share them with others of my kind. My girlfriend is an 1975 AMC Gremlin, and we are soul-mates. Automobile soul-mates. I communicate with others of my kind mostly through the internet, but sometimes we attend conventions. People persecute us for our true selves. My neighbor threatened to call the cops on me just for talking to his Escort. I'm not even into Fords, but that's besides the point. Just because I AM a car doesn't mean I'm going to have relations with just every car I see. It's not about the sex, though there is a 1955 Chevy Bel-Air I will never forget. You never forget your first. But I'm sick of people saying I'm perverted and wrong, and that I'm not really a car I'm just crazy. They don't understand, I have just as much right to the road as they do. Those assholes at the DMV are the worst, but I'd rather not talk about that ugly incident of carsecution. I have a good mechanic, though. You've never lived until you've had this guy change your oil. It doesn't make me gay, because I'm a Honda, not really a person. Your morality doesn't apply to me. I am a car. Beep beep, mother fucker. Deal with it. |
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