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Oct. 28th, 2009 @ 09:43 pm (no subject)
1) First Job
~~ I was a lab assistant in the IPS Lab at school, and I worked at the reference library that same year. I was such a nerd.
2) First Grade Teachers Name
~~ I think first grade was Mrs. Burkey. Yes, if your name rhymes with a funny animal, people will remember you almost three decades later.
3) First Crush
~~ In third grade, there was this pretty little girl named Jennifer who either lived next to, or had family next to my Grandmother’s townhouse. I still have her school photo.
4) First Love
~~ I fell in love with Corrine Michelle Troy the moment I saw her. She was 11 and I was 16. I’m 32 now, so I guess that makes her like 27, and I still love her very much. When I love someone; when it’s real, it’s forever. More’s the pity.
5) First Childs Name
~~ Amsterdam if it’s a boy, Arsi if it’s a girl.
6) First Pets Name
~~ I had a caterpillar named Kelly for a couple of hours when I was six or seven. If you want something more official then that, we had a husky named Sheba.
7) First Car
~~ I’ll let you know.
8) First Kiss
~~ I’m pretty sure Jennifer was the first kiss.
9) Favorite Ice Cream
~~ Turkey Hill Party Cake!
10) Favorite Vacation Spot
~~ I don’t really do vacations all that often. I’ll go anywhere and do pretty much anything, though. I love tickets.
11) Favorite Tv Show
~~ Ever? Hogan’s Heroes. Modern? Firefly. Current? Stargate Universe
12) Favorite Season
~~ I like Summer the best. Rain, snow, and the cold hurt my knees. Also, it’s a lot cheaper for me to stay cool than to stay warm.
13) Favorite Color
~~ Black and Orange.
14) Favorite Time Of Day
~~ 5 PM. It means I’m headed out the door. I usually take a few minutes to talk to the kids before I leave, and try to wander outside exactly when one of my random associates drives by, so I can thumb a lift into town.
15) Favorite Food
~~ Mexican is always good.
16) Favorite Holiday
~~ On WoW, it’s Halloween, though I’m getting really pissed off by the low droprate of the HH mount. Offline, I only tend to appreciate the really random holidays like Groundhog’s Day and such.
17) Last Time You Cried
~~ I got so angry one day in July that I actually cried. I went into the bathroom and slammed my hands against the walls until I couldn’t open and close them. I fucking hate July.
18) Last Thing You Ate
~~ A frozen Jamaican-style popkin thing.
19) Last Place You Went
~~ Here, from my kitchen.
20) Last Time You Showered
~~ This morning.
21) Last Thing You Drank
~~ I took a sip of apple cider when I was in the kitchen getting my popkin.
22) Last Person You Sent A Text To
~~ Jennifer. Not the one from 3rd grade, the one from Florida who’s banging Chris.
23) Last Person You Spoke To
~~ Just got off the phone with Aaron; discussing Boondock Saints II
24) Last Thing You Bought
~~ Uhm… oh, Monday I stopped at the local consignment store and bought a couple of movies, a piece of furniture that broke on the way home, some Halloween stuff, and a pumpkin roll.
25) First Bicycle Color
~~ I’m gonna say red. I had a Knight Rider big wheel, too. It was black. I don’t know if that counts as a bicycle, though.
26) Last Time You Told Someone You Loved Them
~~ Yesterday; Jennifer again.
27) Favorite Smell
~~ Probably going to go with Jennifer yet again here.
28) First Thing You Do In The Morning
~~ Disbelieve. It hasn’t worked, yet.
29) Favorite Sports Team
~~ DX. And if you’re not down with that; I got two words for you.
30) Last Name
~~ I work with a girl named Emily Paris. I believe Emily Paris to be the most perfect name there is.
About this Entry
Russian Guyovitch
Oct. 13th, 2009 @ 12:04 pm breathe
In the quiet of the shadow
In the corner of a room
Darkness moves upon you
Like a cloud across the moon

You're a-wearing all the silence
Of a constant that will turn
Like the windmill left deserted
Or the sun forever burn

So don't forget to breathe
Don't forget to breathe
Your whole life is here
No eleventh hour reprieve
So don't forget to breathe

Keep your head above water
But don't forget to breathe

And all the suffering that you've witnessed
And the hand prints on the wall
They remind you how it's endless
How endlessly you fall

And the answer that you're seeking
For the question that you found
Drives you further to confusion
As you lose your sense of ground

So don't forget to breathe
Don't forget to breathe
Your whole life is here
No eleventh hour reprieve
So don't forget to breathe

Keep your head above water
But don't forget to breathe

Breathe....

Don't forget to breathe
Don't forget to breathe
You know you are here
But you find you want to leave
So don't forget to... breathe

Just breathe
Just breathe
Just breathe...
Just breathe...
Just breathe...

Alexi Murdoch - "Breathe"

http://www.lyricsreg.com/albums/alexi+murdoch/
About this Entry
Russian Guyovitch
Sep. 20th, 2009 @ 03:13 pm an OLD survey 2 of 2
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this is part TWO of the entry you're looking at, read part one first. Also, if you can't read teh whole thing in one sitting...well, you're prolly normal.

I'll be shocked if a single person even looks at it. So, if you want to shock me, here's an easy way to get the 10 points for that achieve.

It's a lot easier then getting dermals on the back of your neck, I suppose...

Or letting your dog shit on teh carpet outside the cafateria at work.

251. Are you right-faced? Uhm, no, I'm DEFINITELY wrong-faced...

252. If you were a frog would you eat flies? I suppose. I’ll tell you this: if carrots got you drunk, rabbits would definitely be fucked up!

253. Do you eat flies already? Nope.

254. If you were a cat would you eat rats? Not ever. I'd eat the most expensive cat foods on the market, and quickly change brands and flavors as soon as I saw that my humans bought a few of the same thing...

255. Do you have a pet rat? Nope. They were here before we rose and they will be here when we fall. Why the fuck should I feed one now?

256. Name your pets. Yesterday, I bought a little wooden “Boxy” and a little wooden “Amsterdam” to sit on the desk. It won’t be long before they’re more depressing than cute, and I give them away.

257. Do you love your pets? Wow, it’s fucked up to think that, when I filled this out the first time, we never even HAD Amsterdam.

258. Are you an exclamation kind of person or a period? I go for the three little dots…

259. Do you love me? I’m not even entirely sure if what I’m feeling is “love” or something else. How weird would it be to find out the person who wrote this really was a girl I loved? It’s not like she signed it. People should start tossing their e-mail addy on their surveys so we can comment directly.

260. VHS or hi-8? DVDs, motherfucker. Enjoy the 21st century.

261. What is better: sand or dirt? Sand and dirt are both pretty damn cool, because the represent a lot of kick-ass elements at work...

262. What is better: walks on the beach with sand flying at you or walks in the mountains with killer squirrels? Man, this sounds like something *I* would have written, doesn't it... We really should get back to dentistry questions. I suppose walks on the beach are better, unless there are killer jellyfish hiding just out of sight of the person who wrote this question...

263. Are you scared of small animals? Nope. Dogs give me the wiggins sometimes, because I'd feel really shitty for a LONG time if one attacked me and I had to kill it...

264. Alvin, Simon, or Theodore? Brittany. She's babe-o-licious...

265. Leave-in or Rinse-out? Is this about shampoo? Who the hell would leave shampoo in their hair on purpose? Wait, a much wiser age 32 Justin suspects this might be about hair dye. Is there really hair dye you leave in? Christ, I’ll have to ask about this at work tomorrow.

266. Straight, waves, or curls? Okay, now THIS one is totally about hair... I don't have much of an opinion about hair...

267. Who is your favorite power ranger? Kimberly and Kat were both spank-olicious pink rangers, but that was long ago and far away...

268. Who is your favorite smurf? Cthulu Smurf

269. Who is your favorite GI Joe? Jinx, Lifeline, and Low-Light, from the old series. There’s a chick in the new comics that are tied to the movies, who sees the whole world as like a series of measurements, but I can’t for the life of me think of her name right now. Maybe “Nexis” or something like that. Fuck… I’ll think of it in like 2 hours. But, I really liked her in the comic, and she has a figure now, even, so she’s prolly in the sequel. Also, in the movie, Brandon Frasier has a small role, but I really liked him. I wish to fuck they’d called him FLINT, though, cuz he looked just like Flint and could have been a character in the sequel, too.

270. Do you love Optimus Prime? Damn right. I can't believe he's Jewish...

271. How did Optimus Prime die in Transformers - the movie? Okay, now. I'm sure that if you know that he died in the movie, then you know how he died. But, since I LOVE to get asked questions I know the answer to, I'll expound. NOTE, that when this was written, there was neither a Transformers nor a Transformers 2 live action movie, so this is based on the ANIMATED movie from the 80s. So, nonetheless. Optimus Prime ended up having a final, climactic battle with his arch-nemesis, Megatron five years after the Cybertronian Wars had ended. The two of them battled, one-on-one, for a bit, then, when Optimus had the advantage, he spared Megaton’s life. Megatron then got in a cheap shot, and just kept shooting him until permanent damage had been done. As his last blow, Optimus knocked Megatron down several stories, mortally wounding him as well. Optimus died on an operating table, what might have been hours later, when the other Autobots couldn't fix him. Megatron didn't die, because he was reformated as Galvatron, a meaner version of himself with the voice of Leonard Nimoy. Optimus comes back in the series, dies again, and comes back again. Now, aren't you glad you asked?

272. Did you watch Pee Wee's Playhouse when you were little? I watched it when it came out. I don't know how little I was then, though...

273. Would you watch it now if it was still on? I don't watch much actual television. I download stuff I like or might like, and if it’s worth the money, I buy it on DVDs to support the market. A few months ago, I bought a case with like 20 CDs and DVDs in it, most of them dirt as all hell, and 4 of the disks were Pee Wee’s Playhouse DVDs. I shit you not.

274. How many licks does it take to get to the tootsie roll center of a tootsie pop? The world will never know...

275. Will the world ever know? No, the world will never know.

276. Did you have to go ask Owl to find out? That damn owl said that it only took 3! Owls will lie for candy...

277. Winnie the Pooh, Tigger, Kanga, Roo, Piglet, Eeyore, Rabbit, or Owl? Kanga. Man, she was the world's first MILF...

278. Was Winnie The Pooh better as a cartoon or puppets? Man, I HATE people who write IDK instead of "I don't know"....

279. Have you ever been to Disneyland? Not that I'm aware of...

280. Have you ever been to Disneyworld? Blew two different chances, too. How fucked up is that?

281. If not, do you want to? If yes, do you want to go again? I think, at this point, Disneyworld would just remind me of the things I threw away in my life.

282. Have you ever been out of the country? I've been to a place that wasn't a state, Washington DC, but I've not been out of the US and it's territories, no.

283. If so, where? Have you tried either Sugar or PCP?

284. Do you like where you live? Wow, when I filled this out, it was six days before the move to Tennessee. I wish to any fucking deity that would like to make a couple of bucks I could send a message to THAT Justin… But, I digress. Where I live is fine, if you like that sort of thing.

285. Do a cart-wheel. Was that fun? I'll put that on the stack with the spinning, the hoola hoop, and the mile-run...

286. Count your fingers. How many do you have? I have ALL of my fingers; and no one else’s.

287. How many times has Wile E. Coyote been squished? none. he's only been perceived to have been squished. Deep, huh?

288. Do you secretly wish the road-runner would get caught? the coyotee caught him in the last one, and that damn roadrunner ate him... seriously...the coyotee was all tiny from his current exploits. I about died laughing, but I was a little kid. I wish I had that one on the computer though.

289. Who is better: Sylvester or Tweety? Awwe...Now I miss Kelly and Jamie...

290. Is your room messy right now? My house is a bit disheveled, and I should be cleaning it right now.

291. Count your fingers again. How many do you have now? Honestly, I didn’t them before. I assume that if I lost one, I’d be able to tell as I was typing.

292. Are you sure you counted correctly? /me kills you with a shovel...

293. Do you have a thing for Peter Cottontail? Nope. I think that FiFi the skunk's pretty hot, though...

294. Have you ever been in love with a cartoon character? In love? Well, not so much in love... I certainly APPRECIATE some female toons... maybe you should google “Rule 34”

295. What is your favorite TV show? Hogan's Heroes, and Red Dwarf win for long-term favorites. Pushing Daisies and Firefly win for “I can’t believe those assholes canceled them.” E.R. season 6 wins for best season of a series, hands-down. And Lost wins for “I wish I never started watching this crap, now hurry up and make more.”

296. Who is your favorite cartoon character? Batman

297. Who is your favorite TV character? Lol, Justin 26 wrote “Topenga Lawrence.” Imma go with “Alex Russo” MOSTLY so I can laugh at myself next time I fill this out.

298. What is your favorite awards show? the MTV movie awards

299. Do you think you are going to be famous one day? No, I’m being careful

300. If so, for what? If no, why not? Hitler was famous; too.

301. What was the last certificate/award you got for? I used to get little pins from Ames for hard work and customer service and whatnot. I was up to a second Emerald...

302. Are you obsessed with sports? ah, no. I like chess...

303. What is your favorite sport? Cheerleading...

304. Do you watch or play that sport? I'm a fan of the Lightspeed girls... Fark, that joke is OLD school internet porn. I wonder if LSG is still around… But not enough to Google it.

305. What is your favorite basketball team? Whichever one gives me free stuff...

306. What is your favorite baseball team? The same, thanks...

307. What is your favorite hockey team? I don't have a favorite, but my least favorite is those goddamned mighty ducks...

308. What is your favorite football team? Coke will be fine.

309. Favorite player? Greaser Bob was my favorite playa'

310. What is the most boring thing to watch on TV? dust

311. Do you watch golf? not intentionally...

312. Who is your favorite golfer? Bill Murray or Chevy Chase

313. If you said you weren't bored before, are you now? Sure, why the hell not?

314. What are you the King of? Whatever I want, I suspect...

315. Can you name all the characters on the Simpsons? Okay, bitch, there are hundreds of them. I can name a bunch, but I would only embarrass myself when Aaron got here and blew my list out of the damn water...

316. What is the bartender’s name? It's either Senior Plow, or Daryl Strawberry, I can't remember for sure which...He should name his bar after himself, so moe people would know it.

317. What is the quickie-mart's owner's name? Okay, once again, I'm torn between two. Is it Blinky, or Armin Tanzarian? I’ll finish this question later, I have to run to the bathroom to take apu.

318. Who is the police chief? Okay, now THIS one I know. It's Brandeen. She gives me the wiggums!

319. What is your school called? I wish it was Flatpoint High. But, it was Millersburg High School that gave me my little maroon diploma-thingie...

320. What grade are you in? Uhm, I haven't been in a grade in quite awhile.

321. What are your school colors? Millersburg's colors are maroon & gold. When I start my OWN school, they'll be clear and tye-die...

322. What is your school mascot? an indian, the insensitive bastards...

323. What clubs are you in? okay, let's figure that there will be people over the age of 18 filling out the survey, and this series of questions will annoy ALL of them as it does me... Why can't you ask questions that only piss off blind people? There are damn fewer of them around then people who are over 18...

324. Do you have a specific person who is your school mascot? It's your mother, Steve...

325. If yes, what is his/her name and what do they wear? Her name is Yo Mamma, and she wears clear and tye-die...

326. How many teachers do you have? Grr...arr....

327. What is your favorite subject? It was English, since we didn't have very many computer classes, and no damn Internet...

328. Why? because I went to school in the fifties...

329. What is your worst subject? putting up with people like you...

330. Why? cause you're a bloody great moron...

332. What do you wish you hadn't done? Started filing out this survey immediately springs to mind...

333. What do you wish for? Question five hundred? Actually, really, I would like Bill Gates to give me half his money, legally, and pay the taxes on it himself. Orrrrr…. Maybe have all the scientology people wake up tomorrow and decide they’re ALL going to start worshiping me. I could tell them all what to do and whatnot. We’d get a lot more good movies that way.

334. What are your goals? Yeah, that ‘Scientology God’ thing sounds good. I’ll use that.

335. What do you plan to be? Same answer.

336. Are you going to college (now or future?) I MIGHT go. I'm more likely to just take classes via the computer or something...

337. Did middle school suck? Ah, yeah. 12-year-old boys don’t fool around with each other like 12-year-old girls do. We mostly just played sports or read books. I read books.

338. Did elementary school suck? not really. I was about as smart as my teachers, and that was nice...

339. Did you call elementary school something else? (grade school, basic?) Not that I'm aware of

340. How many people go to your school? no idea. My graduating class was like 86, I think. Pretty small.

341. How many did you wish go to your school? I wish it had just been the journalism class and the business law class and Charles.

342. Do you hate anyone? Not nearly as many as I used to. I’m getting too old to hate en masse.

343. Do you love anyone? Yeah, same answer. But I DO love; or at least I think I do. It NEVER turns out well for me.

344. Do you have a friend that you wish wasn't? I only have like two friends. Of course, if one of them wasn’t my friend, I’d be banging his girlfriend right now instead of typing this… But I’d rather have the friend.

345. Do you read your horoscope? not the daily. I believe I'm a fine Leo, though...

346. Do you believe in that stuff? I don't believe in Beatles, I just believe in me...

347. Whipped cream or fudge syrup? Fudge is fine, but I prefer butterscotch or caramel.

348. Please tell that someone that you love, just what you're thinking of, if tomorrow never comes! Ah, no. I don’t think so.

349. Do you pick up pennies off the ground, if you find them? Not pennies, no. Quarters.

350. Have you ever found someone's wallet? Yes, Debbie and I found one, and it was full of two-dollar bills (REALLY, I’m not joking) We contacted the man, and returned it. No reward.

351. Did you give it back? We went severely out of our way to return it.

352. What is the most money you've ever found at once? I've found twenties, but never a fifty...

353. Who is your favorite model? Emma Watson, the actress who played Hermione Granger, wants to be a model, and did a shoot for Teen Vogue last month. I mention this, of course, because it would be she.

354. Do you think women with a lot of makeup on are prettier? Prettier then the back end of an orangutan...

355. Do you want to be a model? Coke will be fine.

356. Can you walk the runway? Gods, are there people who can walk but cannot walk a runway?

357. Have you ever pretended you could? Ye Gods, and you wonder why I hate you?

358. Are you too sexy for your clothes? No, I'm EXACTLY as sexy as my clothes... I've picked them out perfectly.

359. Have you ever gone out with more than one person at a time? Uhm...this is me pleading the 5th again.

360. Do you read other people's mail? Not as a general rule.

361. Are you Curious George? I’m a lot more like Jarod than most people. Don’t you trust that man in the yellow hat, Jarod.

362. Do you like monkeys? They remind me of extremely retarded humans; so..no. Gorillas are cool, though.

363. Do you look like a monkey? well, I've got arms, legs and a head...and I'm covered in hair...

364. Are yawns contagious? Not as contagious as Captain Tripps...

365. Does yawning turn you on? It would if my daddy were a dentist... (Wow, good point, Justin 26)

366. Do you like Alanis Morissette? I adore her. When I gave away 300 music CDs to my family the other month, I kept that one. I still have the case and everything, and, ironically, THAT is the CD in my stereo at the moment. I sometimes listen to it as I’m getting dressed for work.

367. Do you think she is pretty? Not especially. If I’m remembering correctly, though, she was a hot teenager on “You Can’t Do that on Television.” I’d still do her, though, if only to tell her the amusing Liz story that involves her CD.

368. Do you think she is a good singer? Okay, let's get off of Alanis. What is she, your mother?

369. What type of fetishes do you have? tee-hee... I better not say. You’ll just have to ask me in person.

370. Do you wear socks in bed? I don't sleep in a bed, though even if I did, I’d do so naked.

371. Do socks turn you on? no, though if you looked at some of them I've thrown away in my teenage years; you'd think differently...

372. What do your weirdest socks look like? my WEIRDEST pair are still white cotton socks. They ALL look the same.

373. Do your socks have holes in them? How else would I get my feet in the bastards? I should make a survey, where none of the questions are stupid as all hell...

374. Do you want a Volkswagen? Sure, if it's free...

375. What is that kind of phone called with the round dialer thing that they don't make now? They make them now. The 80's are back!!! Btw, it’s a rotary phone. I assume you could only use them to call people who own boats. Ha Ha, obscure reference.

376. Do your socks smell? Uhm, they don't have any noses, the poor devils...

377. Do you smell? Who am I? Hitler's dog?

378. What do you smell like? Like an evil gummy bear, bah wah hah hah...

379. Will what you smell like make me puke? No, not as much as all that spinning and cart wheeling and hand standing you like to do.

380. What cologne do your wear? I have random Axe and Axe-like stuff.

381. Or do you wear perfume? Are those really two different things?

382. Does it smell better or worse than you? I prefer to just wear nice-smelling deodorants and shower every day.

383. Do you like CK-1 or CK-Be? I've never heard of that second one, but no.

384. Do you wish you were a woman? I've been a woman in former lives. I wish I had the ability to shapeshift into anyone I wanted, man or woman, but I wouldn't trade in my penis for a vagina full-time.

385. So what's your foot doing right now? Why it's your momma, Steve!

386. Look up, what's there? White ceiling, light with a bulb burned out. Omg, this answer is exactly the same six years later.

387. Do you have cable? Nope, and I can surely afford it, these days.

388. Do you have extended-cable? Is that the word for the pay stations where you are? Well, whether it is or isn't, the answer's the same as the last question's...

389. Do you think the word "HyPeRnEsS" sounds cool? Well, if someone would say it to me, I'd let you know. How do you speak the upper caps/lower caps crap?

390. Do you have caller-ID? Yup, but the phone only SOMETIMES shows me whose calling. I don’t pick up if I don’t know who it is.

391. Do you have call-waiting? Yeah, but I can't use it for shit

392. Do you have 2 phone lines? Nope. I have a cable modem, and an internet phone.

393. Do you think the phone company rips you off? Hell yeah. But I have stiffed a couple of them on their last few bills, so at least I’m a few points ahead of most people.

394. Do you like your mom? My mom and I are pretty much at peace right now, though our family tends to have these little wars. I think my mom’s even talking to HER mom at the moment.

395. Do you like your dad? I adore my dad. I’m glad I got to know him since I last filled this out.

396. Do you like your siblings? It was always hit and miss with each of the two sisters that I shared my life with for so long. Jaime and I would have been a really good team, if we could have gotten along. Randi was fun when she was in the mood to be fun, but was really horrible when she wanted to be. Her nickname was "Bulldog"... Jennifer, who I only met recently, is really fun, and I don’t really know much about Jessica, though she seemed nice. Janelle, the middle redhead, is one of my very favorite people on Earth. Prolly because we DIDN’T grow up together, so she never broke any of my toys, put scars on my hands, or got me in trouble with my mother.

397. Now that you've been filling this out for awhile, do you still remember what 1 1 = ? I’m not sure what the hell this is supposed to mean. It can't be about question 11, cuz that was about whether or not I was right handed...

398. Do you have to use the bathroom now? Yeah, kinda. But when I get up, I’m prolly get some food, and I don’t want to eat so soon. I’m trying to hold off.

399. When was the last time you did? It was during Brewfest, cuz I did it when I flew from IF to SW. Fuck the tram! Maybe 8 or 9 am, and it’s 2:30 now.

400. Do you have a guy bathroom or girl bathroom? Well, according to Red Dwarf, it must be classified as a girl, because it doesn't have a penis...

401. Are you the god of Kinkiness? Well, I'm likely the God of all things, and since Kinkiness is a thing, then...yes...

402. What is your bathroom's color theme? I'd have to go look. I guess it's white...

403. What room are you in now? I assume this is the bedroom. I sleep in it, but I USED to sleep in the other room, so that’s not really a good guess. I do most of my LIVING in this room, and this room doesn’t have a bed, but the other room has a couch. So, I guess I’d call this room the “computer room” to make it easier, but the other room has a fucking computer in it, too. Gods, I’m sooo confused.

404. What color shows up the most? white, I suppose.

405. Do you know who Keroppi is? Nope, but if I wanted to, I would. I DO have the Internet...

406. Do you know what Sanrio is? Uhm, /me mentions he wants a diet coke...

407. Can you wink with either eye? Uhm, are there two-eyed people who can't?

408. Can you roll your tongue? Yahsur..

409. Do you have a chin-cleft? I might, if I had a chin of some sort...

411. Do you like Beavis and Butthead? I did, when they were relevant a decade ago...

412. Are you double-jointed? I have hundreds of joints, and all of them are single, ladies.

413. When was the last time you went to a picnic? Gods, it was in the army, in 1997...

414. Do you like parks? Damn right.

415. Do you like hiking? Yet another Damn Right.

416. Do you like kids? I don’t do the sweeping generalization. I met two kids yesterday I liked just fine.

417. Are you a kid? Nosir...

418. Do you want kids? My goal is to find a girl who already has a kid or two, and marry her, rather than breed my own. I don’t want to risk the chance I’ll have a kid like me.

419. Do you want kids now? Not like, RIGHT now during the survey. They’d prolly want attention.

420. How many kids do you want? I tried it with three kids, and three seemed like too many. Well, one of them was the devil, though.

421. Do you want to be a single parent? Jesus, no. Well, I DID raise a kid for like 7 years, but she was fifteen when I started. And I didn’t have to pay for her college, so that was nice.

422. Are you going Easter egg hunting? Fuck no. Gods, at least...I HOPE not...

423. Do you hide Easter eggs from yourself? I try to avoid eggs of all kinds, save only for those peanut butter or coconut ones covered in chocolate.

424. Do you hide gifts/money from yourself so you find them later and are surprised? No, but I will often shove a whole lot of my shit into a series of boxes, and wait for six months, so that when I open them, I'm like "Wow, I forgot I had THAT. Man, I missed that..." even though on a level I realize that those two thoughts really ought to be mutually exclusive...

425. Do you like your memories? I used to. Now, they’re mostly depressing reminders my life is a lackluster pile of shit. Old, white dog shit from a dog that’s been dead awhile, and it can’t even support flies or worms or whatnot. Then, people walk by, and they’re like “hey, what’s that thing?” then they wince and say “ooooh, it’s dog shit. Really oooold dog shit.” That’s my life.

426. Have you ever been digging in your backyard (if you have one) and found something interesting? Sure, why the hell not, again...

427. If so, what? If no, start digging! Maybe if I had a Chocobo... This answer, obviously again from Justin 26, delighted me so much as I randomly opened this document the other day, that I decided to fill the survey out again. Gods, what the fuck was I thinking?

428. Did you know my phone just rang again? Would you believe me if I said "Yes"?

429. Now is yours ringing? It doesn't really work that way, Suzie...

430. What is your favorite radio station? 105.7, the X. Tennessee had no equivalent that was worthwhile. I liked when it was called “The Edge” more though.

431. Do you know what a jingle is? Yup. I like jingles. I always thought that Darren on Bewitched had a sweet job.

432. Does your radio station have one? I think they've got something like that, but it's prolly got a cooler name than a "jingle"

433. Have you memorized all their commercials? I used to, yeah.

434. Do they play as many commercials as they play music? How "Many" musics do they play, oh writer of surveys?

435. What kind of music do they play? Alternative and classic rock...

436. Are you hungry right now? A bit. Wow, I was listening to Dark Tower II when I filled this out the first time (that I got this far). Now it’s Simon R. Green’s the Deathstalker series, though I’ve had complete silence save for my typing and one laugh since I started an hour ago.

437. Do you know of all the radio stations in your area? Sortof kindof... But do I care? No..

438. Do you not even care? Okay, I SWEAR I didn't read ahead when I wrote that last response...

439. When were you the most surprised last/ever? I don't really GET surprised...

440. Why? What happened? Uhm...

441. Uh oh. My phone rang again. Did you know that time? You really should unhook it till you're done...

442. Do you like it or hate it when people call? I fucking HATE the fucking hell out of that fucking phone...

443. Are you psychic? I knew you'd ask that...

444. Are you psycho? I have Borderline Personality Disorder. Does that make me psychotic, prolly not.

445. Do you like Beck? I prefer EVIL BECK...

446. Do you have 2 turntables and a microphone? No, and I've never made love to the drum machine...

447. Do you want to be a DJ? Maybe, but only if I could make love to a drum machine...

448. Are you a DJ? If I were, I'm sure I would have made love to a drum machine by now.. See, when your questions drone on and on like this, my answers drone on and on like this, too. Coke will be fine.

449. Do you know "where it's at?" I don't even "What's up"

450. Where do you want to be right now? Alvarado Street, Monterey, California. Or Rock City, now that I wouldn’t feel compelled to kill my Ex if I bumped into her.

451. Make a fist. Do you feel manly now? I'm not going to make a fist, but I DO feel manly...

452. Do you like school? I would if I could re-do it with my current mindset...

453. Do you bathe daily? Yup. I"m a fan of the shower...

454. Weekly? Seven times.

455. Monthly? Thirty or more times...Cept in that bitch, February, of course.

456. What is the first thing you do when you wake up? Open my eyes...

457. Do you like waking up? It beats death ten times out of ten....

458. Are you a morning person? Gods... How linear...

459. Would you let a girl paint your nails if she asked? There are six billion people in the world, give or take. I can think of one of them I’d let paint my nails. And yes, she’s a girl. She’d have to get my socks off, though. And, for the life of me, I can’t think of how she’d do that.

460. Do you do it yourself? You mean, do I masturbate? Is this about making a fist and feeling manly...?

461. Do your grandparents live in a cabin? How odd to follow a masturbation question with a question about whether or not my grandparents live in a cabin. My grandparents haven't lived together for like my whole life. They've each been divorced twice...I think...

462. Do you want to be the Unibomber junior? Ah...I don't wanna be anything junior...

463. Are you scared of the Easter Bunny? Ah..no. He's not real... I'm scared of goldfish who carry Lincoln logs on their backs, though...

464. What about the Tooth Fairy? No, I quite like fairies. Not enough to get one tattooed on my back like a trite 18-year old would, but…I watched the new Tinkerbell movie for free on my computer. Kristen Chennowith had a voice in it, so I kinda had to.

465. Do you like sitting on Santa's lap? I would, if only to crush him under my girth...

466. When was the last time you did? I have a vague memory of a picture of me doing so when I was like three or four...

467. Would you sit on Santa's lap for some silly putty? Is that what they call an old man's erection where you're from?

468. Do you have a Ken doll? Nope. But I've seen the episode of Penn and Teller with that Kendoll asshole on it...

469. Do you like him? No, I thought he was a total tool...

470. Do you want Barbie? Ah, no. I've thought some of those Enchanted Princess dolls were cute. The ones that were all celtic and shit... I’ll tell you one thing, though. Barbie has a tiny vagina. The doll, not Klaus Barbie, the nazi. Nazis are a-holes.

471. Do you still play with GI Joes? No, but I still buy them. They just go on the wall...

472. Are transformers cool? They were, and then they weren’t, and now they are again. I just saw the COOLEST fucking yesterday at Saturday’s Market. Nemesis Prime, an EVIL Optimus driven mad by centuries of torture! My favorite ones are Ravage (who I have four different toys of hanging on my wall) and Hound (who I only have once.)

473. Do you love A Christmas Story? Never got all the way through that damn move, nor It's a Wonderful Life...

474. Is it time to slam down? Prolly...

475. Does A Wonderful Life make you sick? Again, didn't look ahead... REALLY.

476. Do you like glue? Not a whole hell of a lot.

477. What is your favorite recreational sport? prolly...cheerleading, unless jerking off counts... Hey, you TOTALLY asked this one before, cuz my answer was “cheerleading” then, too.

478. Do you have a car? Not officially. I made several payments on the vehicle my Ex is driving around Tennessee in, though. Again, I’m gonna get that orange jeep in my name.

479. What kind? Yes, I’m going to marry a carrot.

480. What kind of car do you want? a Golf Cart... are they road legal? If not, then I want a ROAD LEGAL golf cart...

481. Have you ever swam in the Nile River? Nope. I wouldn't swim in the Nile, though I'll put my hands in it at some point. But not for real long. Hippos ftw.

482. Do you have a thing for alligators? I like them, I respect them, and if it came down to killing all of them or all of us, you better hope I’m not the one to make the call.

483. Are you a cat-man or a dog-man? I totally hate when cats and dogs are compared to each other. They are extremely different. I’m a cat person, 100%, though I can appreciate a dog once in a while, if he’s huggable, or the tiny accessory of a really hot girl at Masonic who should ask me out so I could fawn over her for the rest of her life…

484. Would you rather go to church or pet your dog? I'd rather pet a church.

485. What is the plural form of "SWAN?" Swan Swan

486. Do you like geese? Fuck geese. You can't like everything...

487. Do you like hot dogs? Mmmm...Geese dogs...

488. What about hamburgers? Hells yeah. I LOVE hamburgers...

489. Ketchup, mayo, or mustard? I'm a specialty sauce kindof guy...

490. What is your favorite letter? Uhm, anything scarlet is pretty cool....

491. Cup or glass? What about a cup made of glass? I'm more of a plastic disposable cup kindof guy, since I have to do all the dishes... Wow, I glanced over, saw this was number 491, and got really excited I’d be able to stop soon. It’s been damn near two hours.

492. How many calories are in one 8 OZ. serving of Western Family Strawberry-Banana lowfat yogurt? something like 120, give or take... The new yogurts are down to 80, though. Upgrade, fatty.

493. Are your feet cold right now? Nope. They're just right...

494. Do you believe in aliens? Sure, why the hell not...

495. Have you ever seen a UFO? Okay, no flying object I've EVER seen has been identified to me. I've seen birds and planes and helicoptors and kites and all sorts of bugs, none of which have radioed me and told me who the fuck they are. So, therefore, I've seen hundreds of thousands of UFOs...

496. What is your newspaper called? I don't HAVE a newspaper, but the local paper is called the Elizabethtown Intelligencer, I think... Years later, living BACK in Elizabethtown, I have NO idea if that’s the name of the local paper. They got me to subscribe, I never paid them, and they stopped sending it after a few months. NOW, they’re trying to get me to resubscribe, and I constantly fight the urge to do it, since I know they wouldn’t learn their lesson.

497. Do you enjoy work? It's not work if you enjoy it... Uhm, unless you want me to make a 'physics' joke, that's my answer, and I'm sticking with it...

498. Do you consider yourself smart? I'm friggin' HUGE...

499. Do you like your ears? They keep my glasses on... WOW, I just realized this shit'll be over in ONE question... It better be good...

500. Do you know what? Chicken butt? 32 fucking pages of this shit, you fucking kid… The hell were you thinking? If ANYONE got all the way through READING this, let alone filling it out, they’ve got a serious issue to work out. Oh, unless you’re a Scientologist, cuz I prolly made reading this thing one of my commandments. I won’t have a list of shit you can’t do. I’ll make a list of shit you MUST do. Those are more fun. Check ‘em off as you go along, kiddies. Read everything I’ve ever written; adopt a kitty, be nice to everyone you meet who isn’t stupid or mean, worship me, do the dishes. Well, there are more, but I shan’t reveal them all now. You’ll just have to sign up to find out.
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Sep. 20th, 2009 @ 03:12 pm an OLD survey
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This survey is 500 questions; really. ANd it's not a bunch of surveys slammed together, this little girl wrote them all herself. You can tell. I originally filled it out 8 days before moving to Tennessee, then TRIED to fill it out again, and got bored, years later. I filled it out today because i was DESPERATELY trying not to play WoW, spend 400 bucks on Amazon dot com, or clean my house.

I fully DONT expect anyone to read the entire thing. if you DO, please, please please tell me so i can be rightly impressed. If you fill it out, i WILL read yours. Hell, I read The Stand.

Walk in LIght, peeps.

Just Justin, 2k9

Also, just to save anyone having to ask, I was 26 the first time, so i refer to THAT Justin as Justin 26, instead of Justin (insert year).

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500 Questions About Me

1. What brand of toothpaste? Whatever. As long as it’s not bubblegum or cinnamon.

2. Shampoo and Conditioner in one, or separate? Separate, and they have to match.

3. What Brands? I’m a cheap bastard, so suave or anything on sale, as long as they match each other in not only brand, by “flavor”.

4. What flavor dental floss: Mint, cinnamon, bubble gum, or regular? Unflavored, and the cheap stuff, since I’m more likely to use it for household uses rather than in my mouth.

5. Do you roll your socks, or pull them up? Pull them up

6. Toilet paper: wad or fold? I’m a folder. I don’t really understand the whole “wading” thing. It might as well be three seashells.

7. Do you know Donald Ducks middle name? Well, this question doesn’t ask the name, so I guess I don’t HAVE to prove I know it; but, I wouldn’t be a Leo if I didn’t. Fauntleroy!!! In addition, “Dewey,” one of his triplet nephews, has a notable first name, Deuteronomy. I wrote the answer to this back when I had the Internet on my home computer, and had access to trillions of facts like this quite quickly.

8. Favorite color? Orange and I go way back. I DO so like the hunter green and black combo, though.

9. Summer footwear: sandals or nothing? Nothing is preferred to anything. How’s that for deep philosophy?

10. Apples, oranges, or bananas? Bananas, though I prefer pears most of all… You DO know that a banana isn't a fruit, right? It’s a nut.

11. Lefty or righty? I’m a forced right, which means that when I was a baby, my mummers wouldn’t let me eat with my left hand. By the way, all decent peoples are right handed. Only sinister bastards use their left for anything besides wiping their asses and opening the fridge. Not, necessarily, in that order.

12. Glass is half-empty or half-full? The glass is completely full. Half of it is water, and half of it is air. Imma realist…

13. Bleh or blah? This is going to be a loooong survey, isn’t it? I prefer "meh", as it reminds me of my beloved, though I don’t really use it myself, which ALSO reminds me of my beloved. At times, I can still be caught making cat-related noises for happy or sad “audio emoticons.”

14. What do you like about yourself? I enjoy being a Leo, to be sure. And just about everything else, too. I’ve been told I’m an intellectual bully, and I’ve embraced it.

15. Would you ever wear Taz boxers? My first pair of boxers was Taz, but I lost them when I told the girl I'd been dating to fuck off after I moved back to PA. I had thought she'd killed herself, as she promised, but it turns out she's just gone on with her life, without mailing them back to me. I miss those damn things. They were so much more to me than the girl who probably has them in her hope chest, somewhere in the wilds of Canada. Wow, after reading all that (my answer from 3 years ago), I have to smile. I didn’t, in fact, answer the question. So, “Yes.” I would wear Taz boxers.

16. Do you sing in the shower? I do indeed. I also sing on the walk home from Masonic, during the parts where no one is around to hear me.

17. Do you talk to your cat? I talk to all cats I come across, and if I had one, it’d be sick to death of my voice. I’d prolly read to it…

18. Do you talk to yourself? Who better to talk to? But not out loud.

19. Do you have a secret crush on your dentist? I don’t have a dentist anymore. If I did, though, I think I'd just try not to think of them. I HAVE crushed on cute gals that have cut my hair in the past. I love the feeling of someone playing with my hair, which someone found out yesterday in what will likely come back to bite me in the ass…

20. Do you know your mailman/woman's name? No, and he doesn’t know mine. I get mail for like seven people at the house.

21. Do you give your mailman/woman a gift on Xmas? Yeah, I let the bastard have the day off.

22. Do you have 11 toes? No, but I know a girl with three nipples.

23. What is the lamest pick up line you've ever used? “How tall are you?” pause for answer. “Well, this girl I’m seeing online is the same height. I was wondering if I could kiss you just to see if I’m too (tall or short – insert one).”

24. Would you ever buy/use a pink pen? Only if it was in like a 24 pack or something. I would not select a pink pen.

25. Would you ever buy ANYTHING pink? If it only came in pink, I suppose it’s possible. Oh, strawberry kiwi ice tea is pink. Also, Teaberry gum and milkshakes, so…yeah, I suppose I would buy pink things, mainly if I was going to eat them.

26. Mickey Mouse or Bugs Bunny? Batman…

27. Do you think Daffy Duck is hot? /me makes a “Bugs Bunny dressed as a girl bunny” joke…

28. Would you ever recite poetry to a guy? Ah, prolly not. I mean, unless I was a professional wrestler like “The Rock” and I was doing my schtick. Then, I guess so…

29. What color nail polish/lipstick do you wear? Hey, this is a GIRLS questionaire! Damn sexist bastards… Even if I were a girl, I wouldn’t wear those things…

30. Do you bite your lip when you're nervous? I chew my nails..

31. Would you skip school if you had a huge zit between your eyes on picture day? Not likely. I’d just pop it, wipe it, and, if it was really bad, cover it with some sort of paint product. But, I never had that problem in school.

32. Do tight jeans make guys look gay? Only if they’re GIRL jeans, Chris…

33. How do you take mascara off? I’m guessing girls have some sort of special trick to it.

34. Would a guy wearing blue/green mascara turn you on? If he was holding like 8 million dollars in his teeth, I’d be fully aroused.

35. Do you know HOW to figure out bra size? I just check the little tag, it says the size right on it. Failing that, you ask the girl how big she is, subtract 2 if she’s over 21, and 3 if she’s under 21 and that’s normally the right answer.

36. Would u ever wear lip gloss? I hate all that crap…

37. What's better: gummi sweet tarts or sweet tart gum? Gummi coke bottles.

38. M&Ms or Skittles? Reece’s Pieces

39. Do you go to public places with your dad, and actually TALK to him? My Dad’s cool as shit. We should hang out more …

40. What is 1+1? An emoticon of a girl with a zit on picture day?

41. What is your favorite holiday? Wow, 41 questions in, and I’ve had like 4 “The Ex” related answers. I don’t really give a shit about holidays irl. In WoW, it’s the Halloween-based event. Right now is Brewfest, and I got the remote on the first day, so I’m pretty happy. If I get a rhino mount in the next two weeks, I’ll be shitting pure happiness…

42. Pick one: RuPaul - Dennis Rodman? RuBee Rod for the win, Shadow.

43. How old are you? Wow, having to change this from 26 to 32 might be the lowpoint of my week…

44. How old do you WANT to be? 22 forever would be shibby. But if I have to go back to an age and start aging again, I’d be 15…

45. Where do you want to live? Ireland or Scottland, unless I can swing a secluded island.

46. Where do you want to go? Everywhere..

47. Who do you want to meet? Salina Gomez in two years.

48. Do you like Kool-Aid? I’m a diet tea drinker. I used to drink kool-aid with NO sugar…

49. Does pine-sol smell good? Just the thought of that shit makes me ill. That scene in 6th sense almost had me throwing up.

50. What are your favorite pizza toppings? Usually chicken, green peppers, and red onions.

51. Do you like toast? hate it

52. Do you still carve pumpkins? Still? I never carved pumpkins, far as I know…

53. Do you still leave cookies & milk out for Santa? Fuck no. I remember leaving veggies for Rudolph, when I was six. Then I found out who the tooth fairy was, and haven’t trusted a grown-up for well over two decades.

54. Have you lost all your (baby) teeth? Yeah, but if I really want some, I can get a whole mouthful at Wal-Mart…

55. Have your wisdom teeth seen light yet? Yup, and two of them have seen pliers…

56. Clear or colored? Clear or colored teeth? What the hell does this mean?

57. When your dentist asked, what flavor fluoride did you pick: bubble-gum, grape, or mint? Do you think a dentist’s 12 year old daughter wrote this? I do…

58. Where is your hand right NOW? On my keyboard, dumbass… Oh, unless you mean my right one, it was on my mouse when I read the question. It’s a WoW thing. It’s on the keyboard NOW, though. Home row, baby.

59. What is better: your right ear or left pinky? Without my right ear, my glasses would fall off, and I couldn’t see what my left pinky’s doing…

60. Okay or O'tay? OK, fags…OK

61. French poodle or french kiss? I know a chick with a French poodle I’d like to French kiss. See how you have to be careful where you put the nouns in your sentences?

62. Are 2 x 4s really 2 inches by 4 inches? I’m thinking it’s two inches by four feet. I have no professional way of knowing, but Hacksaw Jim Duggan carried one long-ass piece of wood, and was prolly four feet.

63. If not, how big are they REALLY? Why would a dentist’s daughter need to know about 2 by 4s?

64. Do you have a 2 x 4 or a 1 x 2? Sorry, I didn’t know I was going to need one. I’m still looking for an extra toe and a mouthful of teeth. Are we…building something unholy?

65. Do you know your parents' birthdays/ages? My mother’s. I don’t know my father’s exactly. I know what week it is, but, by my age, it’s hard to remember birthdays. I mainly just note your zodiac sign.

66. Do you know your siblings birthdays/ages? Nope. I know the birthday of the two I lived with, though I can never remember what year Randi was born. The other three are just gonna have to let me slide. It’s not like they’re gonna see three decades of back birthday cards from me at this point.

67. Does your grandma tell you she is 29? Not that I’m aware of.

68. Have you ever used colored white-out? White’s a color…

69. What do you think of Smurfette? She’d be tight… (What the hell was I SUPPOSED to say?)

70. What is your favorite book? American Gods by Neil Gaiman.

71. How does a cabin far, far away, with a fire, candles, and the one you love sound? Like a HUGE fight waiting to happen. Pretty sure that the one I love would be damn upset to be transported to a cabin in the woods without notice.

72. Salmon or Cod? Spoilin' nice fish. Give it to us raw and wrigglin'. You keep nasty chips!

73. Crab or Lobster? I’m a crab fanatic, when I can get it. I hate lobster, even if it’s free..

74. What sounds better: up or down? Depends on what’s underneath or overhead…

75. What sounds better: sideways or sidewards? Sideways, here in PA…

76. Ok, NOW where is your hand? Fuck, you caught me scratching. Lol. Really.

77. Describe the best day of your life. Most of the really good days in my life are extremely depressing thoughts at this point. I had a lot of fun yesterday, though. I wish it had lasted longer.

78. Broom or mop? I've had enough fucking mopping and sweeping for a dozen lifetimes...

79. What is your favorite word? extabore

80. Free! You don't have to answer this since there is no question.

81. What is your full name? Justin Michael Henninger Grexon Klinger the 1st, at least until someone else wants the job….

82. What do you wish your name was? Batman. He’s rich AND dead, two things I long for, am unwilling to work for, and prolly never will be…

83. Describe your kinkiest fantasy. Nope.

84. What is the weirdest middle name you've ever heard? Fauntleroy

85. Are your feet the same size? My SHOES are the same size, and that’s good enough for me.

86. Cassettes or CDs? Cds, of course!

87. Is watching "How The Grinch Stole Christmas" a tradition in your home? I’m my entire home. I don’t have “traditions” I have “shit I do.” And, no.

88. What are your Christmas traditions? Are you even READING my answers?

89. How do you open your envelopes: tear or cut? I tear into them like I damn-well mean it…

90. 410 more to go, are you bored? There’s no way I’m getting all the way through this in one sitting. It amazes me to think I ever did all 500 before.

91. Do you like onions? Big fan. Especially red onions, which, in case you did not know, are the purple ones. I’m guessing they’re saving the term “Purple Onions” for some weird, gay thing.

92. What would you name your band, if you had one? Destintion: Unknown.

93. Have you ever worn a dress? Plead the 5th, your honor J

94. Did you know that if you talk into a vent, someone in a nearby room will hear you? I never could get vent to work right. I could hear, but not talk. And it’s totally not my mic.

95. Frogs or toads? Depends on what I’m doing with them…

96. Do you believe in making a wish at 11:11? If there’s a steady paycheck in it, I’ll believe in anything you say…

97. 8 or 3? Give me a pair of three’s, that way, when I want an eight, I can make one…

98. How long can you hula-hoop for? This long…

99. Did you know Dave is AWESOME? That maybe, but Fox is FANTASTIC!

100. You made it. Do you love me now? Depends..are you a redhead?

101. Did you ever eat crayons when you were little? I was a pencil-chewer, not crayons...

102. On your last birthday, what did you wish for? Something that would totally destroy me if I got it. Luckilly, I did not. And, likely, never will.

103. Do you know all the words to the National Anthem? Like, the first verse, and maybe the second, but there are like FOUR more or some shit…

104. Is watching the Superbowl a party in your house? No cable. I can download it, though. And have a tiny, little party called “Justin likes to be feux-witty and start his sentences with the word ‘and’.”

105. Are you going to name your son Elvis? I’m thinking…no..

106. If not, what? Fauntleroy

107. What about your daughter? Fauntlerette

108. Describe your most embarrassing moment. In a lake, I got bit on the nipple by a fish, and freaked out…

109. Do you read tabloids? I used to really enjoy the covers. Sadam and Osama’s gay marriage stuff…

110. Did you ever find Bugs Bunny attractive when he put on a dress and played a girl bunny? I totally didn’t know this bit was coming when I made that joke like 50 questions ago. And; no. Bugs Bunny isn’t part of my Rule 63.

111. Do you like cotton candy? Only a little taste at a time…

112. Do you suffer from cramps? As opposed to…enjoying them?

113. Do you have that not-so-fresh feeling? That was Brian’s favorite commercial…

114. Favorite food? anything taco bell, meatloaf, itallian yumminess…

115. What would be the first either chicken or egg? This is worded horribly. Without a chicken, there just isn’t an egg, damnit. God didn’t create unborn adam and fetal eve. So the chicken must have been a chicken first. That, and I think it’s a bit racist to assume that only chickens made eggs back then… bastards…

116. "Lala" or "Skittle de bop du wop"? fuck that noise…

117. Apple pie or cherry pie? Depends on whether or not I have a redheaded band-geek waiting to shove a trumpet up my ass. Ah, the old days. I actually did date a redheaded trumpet-toting gal, though we had no idea about such things as using musical instruments as sex toys. On a random note; my Arcade Fire torrent just finished ;) Woot…

118. Pepsi or Coke? Coke, if I’m going to drink one or the other… Coke Zero is a nice change of pace from tea and water. I had one the other night while watching “9” with Aaron, and it was the shit.

119. Strawberry or Vanilla? I like them together, silly…vienna cream is the best…

120.what thing would do if you won the lottery? If it was a hella lot of money, I’d prolly ask a certain girl if she’d like to pretend to love me until we blew it all; most likely in Scotland. She could drive me around in her brand new little orange jeep that I’d keep the title to.

121. Favorite movie? Coraline, Mirrormask, Back to the Future II, Indiana Jones and the Last Cruisade, Batman (90s), Labyrinth, Princess Bride, Maverick, Blade, Men in Black, The Spirit, yada yada yada...

122. Favorite Actor? These days, I don’t usually care who the main actor is.

123. Favorite Actress? Salina Gomez. Anyone from the Whedenverse gives a movie bonus points, as well.

124. Cheerios or corn flakes? Cold pizza left-overs…

125. Panty hose or thigh-highs? Naked, and shaved… The LEGS, you perv.

126. Do you like apple sauce? Nope. Well, the unsweetened stuff is okay...

127. Midnight or mid-day? Four AM, when the servers reset.

128. Hope or Billy? Wow, a reference I don’t get. That’s very rare. Armin or Seymour?

129. Cottonball or Q-tip? Who the hell can get cottonballs in their ears?

130. cheese: Sure, why the hell not?

131. car or plane? Do you have any idea how hard it is to land a station wagon at LaGuardia?

132. hot or cold tea? Is it Iced Tea? Then I really have no idea…

133. Yogurt or ice-cream? Depends on if a crab died in the yogurt.

134. Spoon or fork? spork

135. Are you crying right now? No, but I started a joke that started the whole world crying…

136. Fling or flick? Depends on my alcohol-level…

137. Look at your middle finger, on your right hand,
what do you see? My Captain Planet and the Planeteers power ring? Wait, no. That’s knuckle-hair. My mistake…

138. Look to your left, what do you see? Like 140 seasons of television on DVDs, a rhino beanie baby, a stack of blank CDs and DVDs, a knife… friggin LOADS of other stuff. For a complete list, send a S.E.S.E. to yhn.

139. Look to your right, what do you see? 18 plastic crates from Wal-Mart, strung together with tie-down straps, covered in books. My nest, my alarm clock. Pajama bottoms. Like 50 action figures in their boxes on the wall, and posters of Star Wars, The Incredibles, Daria, Harry Potter, and Happy Bunny.

140. Who is at your house right now? It’s just me. It’s just about ALWAYS just me…

141. Are your legs crossed right now? Yes, but I cross and uncross them quite a bit.

142. Do a few twirls, are you dizzy now? No, and No…

143. Favorite song? I have a TON of favorites. I can’t even limit it to one disk of MP3s, let alone ONE song… The song “Witchy Woman” done on the “Witchblade” comic book CD is one of my favorites, though, randomly chosen. I like “CNR” by Weird Al, and you should go youtube that song right fucking now, and come back here. Also, the Coraline songs from “Where are you, Neil?” and that song from the “Where the Wild Things Are” trailer by Arcade Fire.

144. Boxers or briefs? Tightie whities, if I have to wear pants, nudity, if I’m without pants…

145. Tootsie pops or blowpops? I’m not big into candy, really. Just if there’s some lying about, and I see it…

146. Big Red, Juicy Fruit, or Doublemint? I friggin hate gum.

147. Do you like to fish? Only on WoW. My level 5 got Old Crafty! And she’s a warlock. I about pissed win and god out my nose…

148. Is your grandpa cool? I assume he’s room temperature; he’s dead…

149. Does your grandpa bore you with long stories? Tons, he’s dead…

150. Do you snore? Well, dentist’s daughter, why don’t you spend the night and tell me.

151. Describe how your breath smells right now. Inertly like diet iced tea…

152. If you were a girl, would you rather be "Matilda" or "Alexis."? Depends on how much naughty teenage girl-on-girl action each of these girls is getting. But, most likely Alexis.

153. Does it taste good? Yeah, baby.. Who else thinks this question should be below the next one?

154. Do you lick your envelopes or use a sponge? I lick them, baby. Free acid that way…

155. Do you chew on pens and pencils? Are we paying attention?

156. What is your favorite comic (like in the paper!)? fox trot, bizarro, garfield, calvin, and any other Far Side rip-off are equally tied in my heart for comics-only judging.

157. Acting class or class act? Speaking of ‘ACT’, what happened to the dentistry questions?

158. Upside-down or downside-up? Mmmmm…pineapple cake….

159. What's up? Yo momma?

160. What does "GROWL TIGER" make you think of? What I’d want cute red-headed Kirsten Dunst to say to me from her very compromising position on top of me…

161. What does this -> .dm,'fglkserhngjkqb; make you think of? Firstly, that “What are you touching” question…

162. Blondes or brunettes? Blondes are nice. Brunettes are okay, unless they have black hair. Redheads are quite nice themselves…usually..

163. Push or pull? Hey, look! A two-headed llama!

164. If a door says pull, do you automatically push? If it says “Pull”, I say “Hey, a talking door!”

165. Do you even read those door things? I used to read novels often. I don’t think a single-word sign on a door’s going to give me the wiggins, though if I could get the “Push” sign as an audio book, I’d much prefer it.

166. Do spiders scare you? Only if they outweigh me… Fuck, reading over my old answers like 6 years later, I have to admit that was a GOOD answer. Kudos, Justin 26. Now, make sure you keep a hold of that girlfriend of yours. Might I suggest knocking her up? Her parents would pretty much demand she marry you, then…

167. What does? What outweighs me? Whales, Hippos, Alice Ness…

168. Did you know I was scared of FROGS when I was a baby? By the time I type this line, I do…

169. What was your first word? Most likely, “blarganfarthanphflaggin”

170. What was your first phrase? Since it was the 70’s, it was some prolly hippie tree-huggin crap…

171. What can you not pronounce? I can’t pronounce people man and wife…

172. Did you know my phone just rang? What’s your favorite scary movie, Drew Berrymore?

173. Is your phone ringing? Thankfull, no.

174. What's your phone number? It’s very likely NOT 931-581-1475. Call it and see…

175. Do you eat your toenails? I’m not saying I never did, but I never do.

176. Are you in drag right now? Punisher shirt; pink kitty cat pajama bottoms…tightie whitey boy underwear. I’m like 1/3 in drag right now.

177. WalMart or Kmart? Walmart, TOTALLY owns my heart-retail super-chainwise. I have been in K-mart ONCE since I stopped working there, to help Chris pick out a suitcase to go to Florida with. I didn’t buy anything, and didn’t even go towards the registers / service desk.

178. Jim Carrey or Mariah Carey? Drew

179. How many REAL push-ups can you do? More than 13, but not a lot more…

180. How many fake push-ups can you do? I could just keep doing them, I suspect…

181. Go run a mile. You have ten minutes. -- Are you tired now? I sure am. But if I wasn’t going to spin around, I’m not going to run a mile. I can still do it in less than 10 minutes, though, even in my current unhealthy state.

182. Does your bike have 2 wheels? I don’t have a bike…

183. Are they flat? How existential.

184. Can you do a hand-stand? Only on someone else’s hands

185. Front or back? Depends on whether or not she’s drunk…

186. Walk backwards for 5 steps. Stop. Turn around. What time is it? Time to finish the survey I got to question 186 on on December 11th, 2003, then gave up, apparently. Six months later, I filled the whole thing out, and, I assume, posted it. Then, sometime in 2k6, I tried again to fill it out and failed. Now, September 20th, 2k9, I’m filling it out to avoid playing WoW or cleaning my house. I have no idea if I’ll succeed.

187. Are you on fire right now? No, that's something else...

188. If I give you a piece of paper, what are the odds of you not eating it? 50-50

189. Sprite or 7-up? Coke will be fine.

190. Mug Root beer or DrPepper? Coke will be fine.

191. Bambi or Thumper? Coke will be fine.

192. Do you think Flower is hot? I’m sure I could find a hot-as-hell Rule 63 of him.

193. If I told you to jump off a bridge, would you? Okay, I would, only if there was already a huge pile of people who had jumped down there, to break my fall. I could loot them as I climbed my way down the pile, and maybe make enough money to move to Scotland with some extremely hot barely legal chick.

194. Would you lick Prince's feet for $5? Ah, no. For like 25 thousand, I'd lick one of them...

195. Do you know there are people who would do that? Did YOU know I’d rather buy new metal spoons than clean my old ones?

196. Umm. can you count how many questions are left? I can use subtraction. I suppose I *COULD* count, if I really had to do.

197. Is your left pinky right-handed? If it is, it’s a FORCED rightie.

198. 5 7 8-1234569%555x3=? See, this is why we don't let a dentist's daughter write our surveys, Constant Reader....

199. If you had 5 dollars, went to the store to buy 1 apple for 50 cents, but they were out, how many apples would you have? The same number as I had before I went to the store, dumbass. And I'd give you my five dollars to lick Prince's foot, with its eleven toes...

200. Do you know how many calories you burn when you do the wild thing? My old answer: (Okay, only *!* get to call Beth "the wild thing"!) was totally epic win. I don’t have a current one, so Imma just let that one ride.

201. How do you spell Czechoslovakia? *copy* *paste*

202. Can you burp whenever you want? No, but whenever I burp, I want to have done it...

203. Will you call me? Well, it’s quite likely you’re over 18 now, since this survey’s old. Sure, Dentist’s Daughter, I’d call you. I’d even give you the answer to the sexual fantasies question. Bring an ample supply of butter and goblin jumper cables.

204. What is the corniest pick-up line you've ever HEARD? "How much is YOUR hermit crab?" to a girl selling hermit crabs at a mall kiosk... Really.

205. When you sit are you actually standing? Upon closer inspection, these appear to be loafers...

206. Spit or swallow? I like to spit, and love to swallow, but, of course, it doesn't mean the same thing for me, since I don't give head...to boys, anyway...

207. When it's time for you to go to bed, do you go or stay up talking to me? I'd talk to you, if I knew who the fuck you were...

208. Did you know Mariah Carey rulez? Gods, I can't believe it says 'rulez'! Sure, whatever...

209. How old were you when you were 12? Far older than other 12-year-olds, I assure you...

210. On a good day how many tootsie pops can you eat? Well, today was a good day, and I had zero, so...I guess none...

211. On a bad? Coke will be fine.

212. X-Men or Power Rangers? The X-Men, but Iron Man can kill the lot of them from orbit...

213. Go into a crowded public place.. try to bite your ear and hit your chest.. What happens? Yeah, I'll get to that after I run a mile... at least THIS time I’m being nice enough to spellcheck your questions…

214. Do people give you money? Not enough of them...

215. Pizza or squid? I HOPE the pizza doesn’t get me, TOM!

216. Love or war? You should always choose love, not war, unless you love to kill.

217. What's your favorite sense: sight, touch hearing, smelling, or taste? and why? Sight, above the others, because I'd be paranoid and try to kill myself if I didn't know what was coming...

218. If you could relive one day of your life, what day, and why? I could never pick a day to relive. It would totally destroy me to spend another day with her, knowing it would all be over again when the day ended. You should look up the play; “Our Town.”

219. Shake or stir? How's about a glass of Go Fuck Yourself...

220. Pen or pencil? Word Processor, godly or otherwise.

221. On or off? I’d like to get off, please...

222. Ribbit or croak? whatever you call the noise a cicada makes...

223. Comb or brush? I use a comb. I used to be told by a wise woman I should be using a brush.

224. Sitting: indian-style or on your knees? racist bitch...

225. What do you call them: Bangs or fringe? I don't call them a damn thing...

226. How long are yours? they go into my head...

227. How long is your hair? too long, but pretty short...

228. Will you please send me your picture? Then you’d never come see me…

229. A large group of friends or a best friend? a large best friend, though not nearly as large as when I last filled this survey out.

230. Nick or Shawn? .... I was going to type " Coke will be fine.” but decided against it. To hell with Nick AND Shawn...

231. Lori or Kim? .... Lori and Kim can go fuck themselves, as well. I’d be happy to advise them on styles and accessories. Oh, unless Kim’s an Asian guy.

232. Laurie or Lori? .... Awwe, Lori's back. Okay, I like her persistence, so: Lori...

233. Chris or Kris? This question makes me pause, now. I miss Kris more than I’d usually admit. Of course, my second-best-friend is named Chris, so… LORI sneaks in and wins this bitch for the home team! Go Lori!

234. Who is the most perverted person you've ever met? I had a one night stand with a girl who said “You can pee on me if you want to.” I didn’t acknowledge it, until a few minutes later, when she asked “So…are you gonna?” and I was like “Wah?” And she said, nonchalantly “Pee on me?” I was like…”Maybe next time.”

235. Why? Oh, I guess that answer should have been down here. The answer to 234 would be “That girl I just told you about.”

236. Who is the weirdest person you've ever met? Dude, she wanted me to pee on her. What more do you want?

237. Why? Riight, I swear I didn’t try that, but once again, 236 is the answer to this one, and the answer to 236 is “That girl I just told you about.”

238. Would you consider yourself: wild or mild? Well, I didn’t pee on her.

239. Would you consider yourself: shy, fly, high, or dry? Okay, out of those four, Imma pick dry. I’m not all that dry, but I’m drier than I am shy.

240. Would you consider yourself: bad, rad, mad, or sad? I think everyone who uses the word 'rad' (cept for in responses to journal entries, like now) to be bad and sad. I consider myself to be a glad fad lad...

241. Wind, water, Earth or fire? I'm an Earth, but I believe in chaos elementals, such as lightning, beaches, and other places the elements DANCE...

242. Earth or sky? I get a big kick out of being on the ground, baby...

243. Iced or hot? Depends on what you're doing it to, how, and why. I usually prefer warm and moist...

244. Mocha or regular? I'm not really into either such thing. I DO drink Vanilla Cappacino, (a word that’s not in the spellchecker, so I don’t know how to spell it)

245. Would you like fries with that? Well, perhaps if they're CURLY fries.

246. Single or double? Can't I have both?

247. Mild or hot sauce? Just give me my bag of tacos, and stop blaming ME cuz you have a shitty job.

248. What do you think about guns? I suppose they’re better than working out. I prefer knives, and have them all over the house, as well as a large collection of blunt-style weapons.

249. What color is your hand? .a peachy-russet...

250. Do you like being called nice? No, because if someone’s calling me that, they’re lying. I’m not nice. I’m a bad man, and I don’t particularly take other people’s feelings into account when I say the things I think out loud.

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I'm going to try this in two pieces, see if that works
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Jul. 2nd, 2009 @ 08:53 pm you really shouldn't skip the fucking quotes...
"The sugar cane yields its sweet juice only after it has been crushed relentlessly in a mill. The human entity yields its noblest traits and truest wisdom only after it has been crushed repeatedly in the mill of anguish." - Paul Brunton

“No one has been united to his Beloved through mirth. Whoever has attained communion with him has done so after shedding many tears. If it were possible to meet the beloved while laughing and in a state of comfort, why should one suffer the anguish of separation? The people of the world are happy. They eat and sleep. Kabir alone is unhappy. He is awake and is crying.” - Kabir

"We are people of little faith and fail to recognize and appreciate the hand which guides and which sustains. Hazur (Baba Sawan Singh Ji) used to say that once a saint has taken a soul under his wing, he is keen to compress the progress of twenty births into a single one. And if we desire to pack the accomplishments of twenty lives into a single one, we must pay for it." - Sant Darshan Singh

This is going to be my last journal entry for awhile. I don’t know if I’m ever going to feel the desire to post another one, truth be told. If I do, the odds of it being under Avatarofshadow are pretty slim. I’m not going to write them, and I’m sure as hell not going to be reading anyone else’s. Sooo, I can mention her all I want because I won’t have to put up with whatever terribad shit she says about me in response.

I’m not entirely sure how to deal with what I’m going through right now. I CAN say that I’m at least learning something from all of it. Some people, they go through things and they drink, or they take pills, or they cut themselves. I think I can understand, now. I never could before. I used to look down on her for doing those things just so she could feel better. If drinking, taking pills, or cutting myself would make me feel like a normal person, you know, reader, I just might give it a shot.

I drank the other night. Not a hell of a lot, something like 14 shots or something. It did very little to make me feel better.

I’m forgetting the trick of how to cope with the normal people. When someone says something stupid in front of me, it takes everything I’ve got not to take ahold of them and beat the unholy hell out of them. Sooner or later, I’m going to slip.

We had a deal, my dark mistress and I, where I’d keep her sane and she’d keep me human. Yes, melodramatic, I know. The person I hate the most in THIS state, tonight, suggested I really need to get a girlfriend. Honestly, can I keep defining myself by how I relate to some random girl or other? I’ve done it for so long. I’ve pretty much did everything I could these last thirteen years to give whatever girl I was with exactly what she wanted.

Of course, that all falls apart when you’re with a girl who doesn’t have any idea what she wants.

I really just need some time, here, people. I wish I could get the whole planet to, like, go away. Just for a couple of years. Let me catch up on my reading; let me figure out if there’s a place around here that I can have a cat without paying twice the fucking rent I’m paying now.

It all comes back to the girl, of course. This new one doesn’t even have a cat. She has a little black dog she carries around. The dog, of course, adores me. I have no idea why.

So, I’m going to take a step back. Maybe stop playing World of Warcraft completely, at least for 2 or 3 months. Hell, I’ll be on at Halloween, that’s for damn sure. Lose 20 pounds, get married, learn to love little black dogs that like to be carried around, I don’t know.

Aaron wants to go out, do things. Things that involve tickets are a big draw for me. I’m like that dog. If Aaron says “Lets go to the zoo.” I’m totally there. I just…can’t get there on my own. Most people think that’s about the driving. I can vaguely remember a time where I tried to explain that the fact that I don’t drive has nothing to do with the fact that I couldn’t go to the zoo on my own.

Of course, the Brock way of explaining this would be to point out that I live a five-minute walk from the movie theatre, then explain I have never gone there by myself. At least, not inside. I DID walk there by myself, to remind myself how close it was. I couldn’t go inside, though.

You know, I come off all bossy, all leader-like, but in the end, maybe I just can’t face the sheep without another non-sheep for company. That’s my luck; I spent four years being co-dependant on someone who couldn’t be depended on. And, sadly, it was still my most successful attempt at relating to another human being.

I have no idea what the point of any of this is. I don’t have an amusing story about my day or anything like that. I’m not going to talk about 7 dead celebrities in less than 4 weeks or Al Franken or anything like that.

I just want to stop feeling this way, and I don’t see that happening any time soon. Tomorrow marks the thirteenth anniversary of what turned out to be the worst mistake in my entire life. And, with the number of poor choices I’ve made, that’s saying something.

So, happy Independence Day, nation. Yeah, independence is such a wonderful fucking thing. I’m wearing a huge fucking happy hat. I’d give up all my lovely independence to have someone love me like she loves that dog…

btw, I was going to disable comments on this, since I don't plan to read them, at least for now, but I just saw there's an option where it just doesn't TELL me anyone commented. So...knock yourself out.
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Jun. 26th, 2009 @ 12:48 am just a survey....
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yeah, i'm going through text files, some of them as old as 10 years. Soooo, you get to read a survey. I deleted the word "Beth" like 35 times from my old answers.

1. What is your name?
Justin Michael Henninger Grexon Klinger the 1st.

2. What color pants are you wearing right now??
I’m wearing tightie whitie underwear, my glasses, and a ring on a string around my neck.

3. What song are you listening to right now?
Wow, good timing. A song actually is playing right now. I turned “Caddyshack” on just before I started this, so the song is “I’m All right” the theme to “Caddyshack”

4.What are the last 4 digits of your phone number?
1475. Whenever a survey or something on the Internet asks for my phone number, I give the cell phone my Ex used to have. I figure, I memorized that fucking number, and I’ll remember it the rest of my life; so I might as well use it for something.

5.What was the last thing you ate??
The chips that came with my Subway sub. They were like; smokehoues bbq baked Lays.

6. If you were a crayon what color would you be?
My answers to these surveys change often, to some degree or another, but my answer to THIS question has been the same since I first got the Internet: Macaroni and Cheese.

7. Where do you want to go on your honeymoon?
I’m not getting married. The only girl on the planet I’d be willing to try that shit with and I can barely stand to speak to one another. Perhaps, the day she dies, I’ll take a trip to Hawaii, and spend the whole time whispering stories into the wind.

8. How is the weather right now?
It’s dark, since it’s just after midnight, but today was gloriously bright. It didn’t get dark out until after 10 pm, and it was in the 90s for most of the day.

9. Last person you talked to on the phone??
When I got home from visiting Aaron, I called him to reconfirm that we do NOT have a movie to go see tomorrow. Transformers opened on a Wednesday (gay), and the next movie, Public Enemies, will be opening NEXT Wednesday (gayer).

10. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex??
The eyes, baby, the eyes. Uh, unless they have a particularly strong odor. Either a good or bad odor is something I tend to remember for a loooong time.

11. Do you like the person who sent you this?
“I like just about anybody who doesn't try to spear me in the balls with a lawn dart. You'd be surprised how often that happens. And badgers? Don't even fuckin get me started.” -- John S.


12. How are you today??
Meh. I’ve been worse. Not much worse, but I can certainly remember being lower than this. I thought about going on a killing spree for a bit this morning. This is why I don’t own a gun. I have a large collection of weapons, but it’s much easier to talk myself out of a killing spree when all my weapons are melee.

13.Your favorite drink??
A Top-Shelf Long Island Iced Tea. Wait, not the first one. I really like the first one, but my favorite drink is the SECOND one they bring me. The first one’s just a damn tease.

14. How do you eat a Cadbury's cream egg?
Under extreme duress

15. Favourite sport?
Mocking people who add the letter “u” to crap so they sound British, even though they’re from Tennessee. That, and pushing vegetarians into the snow and or mud.

16. What makes you happy??
Reading comics, RPGs, World of Warcraft, sorting jpegs, pdfs, and mp3s on my like…5 TB worth of hard drives, and filling out this crap…

17. What's the next CD you're going to buy?
I’ve gotten to the point that I’m done buying CDs completely. I used to pay $18.01 for 10 cents worth of plastic. I still buy an assload of DVDs, but I get my music the same way we got this country. I fucking take it.

18. Hair color??
I used to dye it black. I plan to dye it black again, once I can get a haircut. The place nearest to me closes at 4, and I work till 5. I think they’re open later on Fridays, though they charge more than they do on Thursdays, I kid you not. Oh, it’s brown. Medium boring-ass brown.

19. Eye color??
The outside bits are white, the inside bits are black. The middle, they’re something different…

20. Height???
I’m about the tallest short person or the shortest tall person in the world. I’m 5 foot, 5 inches, and 5 12ths. I can be 5’6” or 5’7” from time to time, but that’s all just cheating…

21. Do you wear contacts??
Not only do I NOT wear contacts, but I can’t even watch Lynda Carter fuck with her eyes on those commercials.

22. Siblings and their ages??
Okay, my Mom has two daughters, Jaime is 26, and Randi is like 23 or 24. My father has three daughters, the youngest, Jessica, is, I think, now 21. Janelle is in the middle. Since I’m the oldest kid, Jenn is prolly like 29 or 30. I haven’t known those three all that long, so I’m still shaky as to when their birthdays are. At my age, it’s gonna be next to impossible to commit them to memory.

23. Who do you consider your close friends??
I have practically no close friends, thanks to various marriages, prison terms, and out-of-state moves. Aaron has been my nearest and dearest for like a decade now. Chris is my second-closest friend, and the rift between me and pretty much everyone else on Earth is pretty big. Probably the person I’m next closest to is my sister, Janelle.

24. What do you like to do??
I like to read & write. I LOVE to play RPGs. I enjoy listening to audio books. Sometimes, I’m addicted to World of Warcraft, but lately I’m sick of it.

25. What's the best advice given to you??
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.

26. Have you ever won any special awards??
In school, a million years ago. And who cares now…?


27. What are your future goals??
Not much. My goals are mainly things to NOT do in my future.

28. Favourite music?
My tastes are pretty damn random. Just play the thing for me and I’ll let you know. Except Bob Dylan. It’s a crying shame a man who molests collies continues to be a menace to the golfing industry.

29. Favourite food?
I’m a big fan of sandwiches. Also, any kind of new ice cream flavor. My current fav is a peanut butter ice cream with peanut butter cups. It’s actually peanut butter flavor, and not vanilla with the peanut butter ribbons in it.

30. Favourite movies?
Those direct-to-dvd animated comic book movies, like the new Wonder Woman, really thrill me. I’m a HUGE fan of the first Hellboy, Constantine, Tank Girl, and MOST comic book movies if they don’t fuck them up too badly. I ADORED The Hangover soooooooooo much.


31. Favourite day of the year?
I don’t have a favorite day of the year. I have a least favorite, and a few I really dislike. I suppose that whatever day we start the Hallow’s Eve holiday on World of Warcraft this year is going to be my favorite day, barring some sort of REALLY good and unexpected event in my irl world.

32. Favourite month?
Well, now that July contains not one, but TWO really shitty days for me, I suppose I’m going to swap it to October. Fucking fireworks can lick my balls.

33. Do you like to dance?
Not even the tiniest bit. I like to wrestle, though.

34. Are You shy to ask someone out??
Oh, hells yes. I wish they’d make it a law that women have to make the first move. Guys are easy. If Rose asked me out, I’d giggle, turn red in the face, and hand over control of my destiny to her in a moment.

35. What's the stupidest thing you've ever done?
I’m gonna go with “taking her back the FIRST time.” It outranks anything I can think of right this moment.

36. Do you like scary or happy movies?
Honestly, I need to get around to doing a survey that contains like 50 questions that ALL make logical AND grammatical sense. To answer your question; yes.


37. on the phone or in person?
I fucking HATE the phone. I use it, grudgingly, as a means to stay in contact with Chris and Aaron, because they’re two of the very few people I can enjoy talking to. I enjoy talking to Amanda, too, but I’m about ten years too old and twenty pounds too fat to call her up.

38. Summer or winter?
Summer. It’s cheaper to cool this place than heat it. Also, the cold hurts my knees.

39. Hugs or kisses?
I haven’t kissed anyone in 2009. I HAVE hugged Rose, and Aaron, this year.

40. Do you want your friends to write back?
Couldn’t give a fuck, Jones.

41. Who is least likely to respond?
It’s a two-way tie between Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett.

42. Who is most likely to respond?
I suppose Chris, or my Dad. I have no fucking clue.
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Jun. 25th, 2009 @ 08:11 pm (no subject)
So, Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett died today. Ed McMahon died earlier in the week, so, that whole “these things happen in threes” thing can stand down. We got three, thank you. Leave my creepy celebrities alone for awhile.

I have like 200 gigs of text files on this one hard drive, not counting comic books. The comics aren’t really text files. They’re pictures of the pages, scans, turned into a zip file, and renamed so a comic book reader program can read them properly. You can do it with any images. So, I have a “comic” of the Tennessee cat pictures.

So, I’ve spent the last several days, since I’m soooo fuckign sick of WoW, burning DVDs of the text files, so I can delete 99 percent of them off the drive. It’s boring work, and kind of a huge pain in the ass, since I get to realize I have some of this shit in like four different formats.

I have the Bible in every single language it’s ever been released in, with copious notes from hundreds of sources. Someday, when all of you are dead, and I have to explain the human race to others, I’m going to use the Bible to do it.

I have like, the complete idiot’s guide to every god damn thing in pdf format. I have every book written by every author that is famous enough to have made a top ten books list in the US, EVER. Seriously, if Stephen King spilled beer on it, it’s on this drive.

Some day, it may come in useful. Now, what sucks is that there was shit on here I was pretty damn sure I’d gotten rid of. Old journal entries, of course, and, far worse, old love letters. Yup…

I was sitting here, of course I was reading them, cuz I’m stupid, thinking back to 2002. I’d take a bullet to the knee to be able to talk to Justin from 2002. Damn, that boy and I would have quite the palaver. The line “I’ve already decided I’m going to love you no matter what you do to me.” Should be on my tombstone.

And, hopefully, North Korea’ll bomb all our asses, and none of this will matter.

Not that, in the end, it really does. You do your dance and eat your ice cream and make sure to be kind to cats, and, in the end, well…

I’d tell you, but you wouldn’t believe me. Just stick with your Bible. I’m sure it knows what’s best.

Walk in Light, peeps.
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Russian Guyovitch
Jun. 23rd, 2009 @ 08:24 pm (no subject)
If you haven't read "Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul" by Douglas Adams, either go and get it or get the fuck off my planet. I think my problems with the people of Earth are directly connected to the fact that most of them haven't read (or heard) that book, and we'd all get along much better if they were floating around in the cold blackness of space.

Borrow, download, buy, or steal that shit, people.

I spent several years handing out copies the "The Gunslinger" to everyone who'd take it. It's a bit easier to find than LDTTotS, though.

Just...if you can read, take the 2 hours of your life and read it. If you can't read a paperback in 2 hours, take however long it takes you, and lie about it so i don't make fun of you later.

just...get it done.

That is all.

You may go about your business now.
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Jun. 16th, 2009 @ 05:22 pm (no subject)
“Weird Al” Yankovic has been busy recording some tunes for his next album… And, since it won't be out for gods know how long, he has decided to release several of his new songs digitally over the course of the summer.

The first song came out today. It’s called “Craigslist” and it's in the style of The Doors and Ray Manzarek has sold whatever was left of his soul to play keyboard on it. Jimbo is turinging over in his urn.

it's on youtube, for anyone who wants to a) enjoy Weird Al, b) mock the Doors, or c) both...
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Jun. 15th, 2009 @ 07:58 pm (no subject)
I go to the movies a lot. If you glanced over my last entry, you should have figured that out already...

During the movie, my friends and I often go all MSTie on the flick, and often, Aaron and I will be popping out the exact same quote at the exact same time. Then, we do a little knuckle-bump, and I, though I can't speak for Aaron, believe i can hear a little bell chime as an angel gains his rollarskates.

The night Star Trek XI came out, we were there. Chris came along though he wasn't, at the time, a fan. Since then, his love of Asian navigators has even spawned a new DND adventure. During the movie, Kirk (in his shirt, even) was running through the snow while a monster tried to eat him. An even larger monster ate that monster, and then proceded to chase Kirk till he gets to the Old Unemployed Jews home that Leonard Nimoy lives at. Oh, spoiler alert about the whole "Leonard Nimoy" thing. Well, fuck it. If you haven't seen the movie, you'll assume I'm kidding...

So, Chris quips "There's always a bigger fish." Just as I'm about to. I went to do teh knuckle-bump, and, since he had no idea, I was denied. Now, I didn't know it at the time, but apparently when you try to do a knuckle-bump with someone, and they deny you, a beautiful, tiny angel gets full blown AIDS.

So, sorry about that, angel. Chris didn't know...

My bad.

Now, we went to see the movie again on Saturday, and this time *I* got to say the "There's always a bigger fish." line. I didn't try and solicite a knuckle-bump, mostly because I can't spell the word "solicite" with 100 percent accuracy.

Now, for two and a half days, the line "There's always a bigger fish." has been haunting me. I friggin LOVE that line. I always will. It's one of the only cool parts of that movie for those of us who fucking hate pod races.

I did a little search, and I was gonna post what I found, mostly cuz I have to pee and don't feel like filling out a survey with wet undies...

The website has 78 reasons to hate Star Wars Episode I. I didn't make the site, I didn't write what you're about to read, and I'm making no money off of this, so screw you and your copywrite. I'm friggin posting you as a source, you should be lucky if the three people who read my journal take the time to click this and earn you five cents in banner ads.

http://www.chefelf.com/starwars/ep1_11-20.php

These are the three I picked that pertain to my search:

Reason #13
A Fish Tries to Eat Them
I'm pretty sure fish don't eat metal.

Reason #14
"There's always a bigger fish."
A bigger fish eats the fish that was trying to eat them. Qui-Gon should be wiser than this. Can't he see the fault in his logic? How can there always be a bigger fish? I think a more accurate line would be: "There's usually a bigger fish." It's a lot like God making a boulder so heavy that he couldn't lift it. I think Qui-Gon's statement will one day be the focus of a great deal of University philosophical debate.

Reason #15
Big Fish
The fish that eats the enormous fish is really friggin' big. It's tough to say exactly how big but I would say that it was at least 100 feet. If there are all these giant fish lurking in the waters right by the Gungans' city then why is their city still standing? Lets say that there were a couple hundred Tyrannosaurs Rexes living outside of Paris. Instead of being regular Tyrannosaurs Rexes, these particular dinosaurs ranged from regular size to five or six times their normal size. I would be willing to bet that Paris would be a much different city today although Le Centre de Georges Pompideau would probably still look the same

Again, I didn't write any of that; but i did laugh a bit inside my head as I crossed my legs and fought the urge to look for something to pee into.

I shall now sprint towards the bathroom, and y'all can hear about my victorious wizz next time.
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Jun. 14th, 2009 @ 11:07 pm Boondoggle
So, Aaron and I are, tentatively, okay. We went to the movies twice this week. I didn’t see him at all this weekend, but he was pretty busy with Jason’s wedding.

I went to the movies four days in a row this past week. Chris beat me, since he went Tuesday with Aaron, before I was sure whether or not we were cool. So, Tuesday, they went to Terminator, Wednesday, Chris and I went to Land of the Lost, Thursday, all three of us went to The Hangover, and Friday all three of us went to The Taking of Palham 123. Saturday, it was just Chris and myself for our second viewing of Star Trek XI. Now that Chris has been watching TOS, he got a lot more of the jokes, so that was epic win.

I was a grown-up this weekend, and paid my bills. I don’t have all that many of them to worry about, of course. I, as my readers already know, live completely alone; have no car, and relatively inexpensive habits. I also sent some paperwork in to the insurance people for my glasses; something I’ve been putting off for a month and a half, and bought what, for me, will be a lifetime supply of stamps. I picked up forty of those ones that work forever, no matter the price of stamps. What I normally do when I need a stamp, since I never know what it actually costs to mail a letter, is toss a pair of like 37 – 42 cent stamps on there, figuring it’s overkill. I have a little jar of once cent stamps, but, with the price constantly going up, I’m just not able to track it. I remember when they went up to a quarter, and I was like “Oh, good. That’ll be convenient.” Little did I know they’d shoot up and up over the years. I mean, look at TV Guide. “I’m sorry, Peg. I thought they were a quarter.” Comes to mind, there, too.

I bought ONE movie, for three bucks, at Big Lots. Chris and I went around Saturday, and, with a great deal of begging on my part, Chris visited Palmyra and Annville for the first time. I was like “Just keep going that way. Big Lots is EVENTUALLY going to be on our left somewhere.” We survived, and now I’m full of extremely random chips, and own a copy of The Replacement Killers.

I got the pictures of the trip to Millersburg on Saturday, too. Double prints with the CD, plus the four bucks for the camera came out to like twenty bucks. Twenty bucks for a really cute shot of Brock with a turtle. It’s depressing as all hell, looking at shots of me. I mean, I know I’m not remotely good looking. I’ll never understand why even the few people who were attracted to me, were, once they got a good look at me; but paying twenty bucks to be reminded just how horrible I look…well, that’s rough.

I REALLY don’t feel like posting this…or anything else. I have a really cute story about my Comcast bill, but I can’t post it. If you know me irl, ask me sometime. Chris thought it was funny as all hell. Which evens out , cuz he’s the only guy I don’t tell The Turtle Story to.

I can’t think of any way to wrap up this poor excuse for an entry.

/me points over your shoulder
/me yells; “Look, a rhino!”
/me runs away
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Jun. 11th, 2009 @ 12:21 am (no subject)
"We Reserve the Right to Teach You Incorrectly."
--Destination Unknown mission statement


So, Aaron is back, technically, in the picture. He’s been back since Thursday, though I didn’t get a call till last night. Apparently, he and Chris went to go see Terminator, and, because Chris knows I’m not sure how I feel about Aaron at this point, I was not invited. We DID invite Aaron along to go see Land of the Lost tonight, though he and Jason were out getting their tuxes for Jason’s wedding in a couple of days. We never heard back from them.

Now, back from the movie and high on diet soda, which I only drink when I’m at the movies, I decided to knock out my first survey in a damn long time as my Smallville – Season 8 finishes downloading. As I constantly fight the demon of World of Warcraft, I’ll likely be filling out more of them.


1. Do you talk to your cat?
~~ I have a relatively large collection of stuffed animals, almost all of them cats. I will, on occasion, talk to Emily; but only when I’m writing. My largest and dearest tiger; I’ve renamed Amsterdam, and I like to tell him how pretty he is. Cats deserve to hear that constantly.

2. Do you talk to yourself?
~~ I will force myself to speak; so that it’s not weird when I have to talk at work the next day. I live a very solitary existence.

3. Do you have a secret crush on your dentist?
~~ I don’t have a dentist. I haven’t even been to a doctor since I left Tennessee, as I haven’t been sick since I recovered from the climate change.

4. Do you know your mailman/woman's name?
~~ I do not know his name. All I know is that he takes till almost five pm to deliver my fucking mail. Gay…

5. Would you ever recite poetry to a guy?
~~ I used to toss out horrible poetry on mIRC, but, it was mostly to a girl. There was a this wonderful redhead that ALMOST got me to read poetry in public, once, at a now defunct café in E-Town. In both cases, guys were around, though they wouldn’t have been the reason I was reciting the poetry.

6. What color nail polish/lipstick do you wear?
~~ Damnit, I should have looked this survey over before I decided to fill it out. This is totally a girls-only survey. Or those creepy little goth emo shitheels that love to wear girls clothes and makeup.

7. Do tight jeans make guys look gay?
~~ I wouldn’t know. I’m uber-straight.

8. Would u ever wear lip gloss?
~~ Not only would I not wear lip gloss, but, under threat of death, I’d never use “u” for “you” when I’m writing ANYTHING.

9. Where do you want to live?
~~ I miss California quite a bit, though, ultimately, I’ll end up in Ireland or Greece, I suspect.

10. Who do you want to meet?
~~ Anna Friel, though she has a far-too-ironic birthday to be anything but God trying to piss me the hell off.

11. What are your favorite pizza toppings?
~~ Meat, meat and more meat. If I can only have one meat; it’s chicken, followed up by bacon. The real, greasy bacon, not that Canadian shit.

12. Do you like toast?
~~ I have absolutely NO interest in toast, 99 percent of the time. The other one percent is me hitting up the overly-saturated-with-fake-butter toast points before I toss them out at work.

13. How does a cabin far, far away, with a fire, candles, and the one you love sound?
~~ Incredibly depressing; unless I’m being supplied with a new “one I love.” Right now, no girl I love would very much want to be alone with me in a cabin far away.

14. Describe the best day of your life.
~~ No.

15. What is your full name?
~~ Justin Michael Henninger Grexon Klinger the 1st.

16. What do you wish your name was?
~~ I toyed with the idea of going “James Grexon.” The same name as my biological father. But with the “Michael” in the middle. I actually don’t know my Dad’s middle name. I’ll have to ask him.

17. What would you name your band, if you had one?
~~ well, if “Raptor Jesus” isn’t taken, then I’d snap it up. If it is, and it prolly is, then “Odin’s Empty Eyesocket.” We’d be hardcore.

18. Have you ever worn a dress?
~~ It’s entirely possible that I have, in fact, worn a dress at some point. But, if I did, I had a good reason for it.

19. On your last birthday, what did you wish for?
~~ I’d tell you, but then, if it happened, the cops would be all over me.

20. Are you going to name your son Elvis?
~~ I have, in the past, hated Elvis quite a bit. I no longer hate him, but I certainly don’t like him enough to even name a tiny alligator living in a child’s wading pool after him.

21. What about your daughter?
~~ What about her? I’m not likely to ever procreate. If I did, however, I’d likely go with something way-too-DNDish, like Narrissa.

22. Apple pie or cherry pie?
~~ Ice Cream, please. Anything new, and, preferably, on sale at Turkey Hill, though they jacked the price another fifty cents. I picked up two tonight that I’ve never had before, even though I have a freezer full of creamery goodness.

23. Favorite Actor?
~~ Well, if I said “Will Farrell” it would just be because I just got back from Land of the Lost. I don’t really have a favorite actor at the moment. I’d go with Christian Bale just because he can go around beating up his wife and mother and yelling at poor lighting guys, and the shit never sticks to him. Being an incredible asshole is hard enough when you’re nobody. How he pulls it off, I’ll never know.

24. Favorite Actress?
~~ There’s a game some couples play where they make a list of ten celebrities they’d be allowed to have sex with where it wouldn’t be cheating. My current, and ever-slightly-fluctuating list is: Anna Friel, Alyson Hannigan, Allison Mack, Cameron Diaz, Drew Barrymore, Natasha Lyonne, Erica Durance, Elizabeth Mitchell, Kristin Chenoweth, and Idina Menzel. In case of illness or injury, Lindsay Lohan is the alternate.

25. Panty hose or thigh-highs?
~~ I’m more of a “hey, let’s get naked.” Kind of guy. Call me unevolved, but I’m more into the girl than whatever expensive thing she’s using to try and get my attention. Hey, naked girls get my attention. Mind you, a cute pair of panties with a kitty or superman symbol do give bonus points, but not something skanky like “Who’s Next?” Honestly…that’s just nasty.
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Jun. 8th, 2009 @ 08:38 pm Writer's Block: Priorities

What quality do you think is most important in a significant other?


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Loyalty, of course.
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Jun. 8th, 2009 @ 08:23 pm *NOTE* - This entry is only for Chris and, perhaps, Aaron. Read it if you feel like it, IDK...
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Coheed's Adventures
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Coheed Cambria – Our Hero!

Potus Cambria – Coheed’s father, in line to be come mayor of the town of Theoria.

Barber Sefton – The current mayor of Theoria, Potus’s good friend, a retired paladin.

Amanda Sefton – Daughter of Barber, the 17-year-old blond haired, blue eyed priest-in-traning.

Pierce Thorndyke the Third - “Thorny” – 16 year old punk who was kicked out of rogue school due to his total lack of discipline. His father and grandfather are both world-famous former rogues who have now made enough money to retire. When Thorny was tossed out of rogue school, he was cut off from the family fortune, and won’t receive another copper piece until he can prove himself as a real rogue.

Kasdan Piesh Meyod Plah – 15 year old “harry potter” type mage-in-training. Overweight, out of shape, and extremely unpopular. Considered “creepy” by most of the teenagers he comes in contact with.

Pierce’s Gang – Buzzer, Ripper, and Ed are completely loyal to Pierce, though they’re cowards by nature, and will run at the sight of trouble. Ed never speaks.

Arcades Sabot - “the tank” - Uses a pair of two-handed swords, and is part of the barbarian discipline of warrior school. Though direct, he’s not stupid. His sister, Leeloo, is 23, and one of the ten best experts in all forms of unarmed combat. She has never lost a fight one-on-one to another humanoid.

Dani Moonstone – a fifty-year old night elven female. Her skin is a pleasant purple tone. She’s an artist of ranged weapons. In melee, her bow is a formidable object as well. Her name was changed to “Moonstone” on the day, nine years ago, that she discovered an Umbral Stone.

Coheed’s mother; Preen Cambrian, has no specific info other than that she, too, enjoyed botany.

Artimer de Lioncourt – a world-famous former paladin trainer, and now a high-ranking knight of the realm. He works out of Hammerfall, the southern-most town on the Northern Continent.

Darien McLeoud – a friend of Artimer’s, and king of the castle-town, Gwynn, he makes occasional visits to the warrior school, always looking for new talent for his personal guards.

Crash Tankerson – “Tank” - one of the teachers at the warrior school, Crash has turned his habit of taking the brunt of an opponent’s attack into an art form. So much so, that aggressive warriors are known as “tanks” worldwide.

Mer Darkwater – an infamous former pirate, and current leader of the Hammerfall’s naval fleet. The fleet isn’t extremely large, only a dozen ships, but the ships are very high quality, and the people on them are hand-chosen by Mer, and looked over extremely closely by Artimer de Lioncort himself.

Bloth – a slightly LESS infamous pirate, attempting to take Mer’s place as the scourge of the seas. As far as anyone can tell, Bloth doesn’t have Mer’s style, and his men aren’t incredibly loyal to their fat, one legged, one eyed slob of a captain.

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The Northern Continent – As far as Coheed has heard, the continent’s name has always been just “The Northern Continent”.

Heavenswake - In the north, the vast city of Heavenswake is the home of angels, and the capital of all humanoid life on Terra. All are welcome in Heavenswake, and no kind of aggression is possible under the protections the angels provide. The Noble Garden is the final resting place of Terra’s most honored heroes. One of only two zeppelin ports for the Northern Continent is in Heavenswake.

Hammerfall – Directly in line with Heavenswake, Hammerfall is another giant city, heavily armored and constantly guarded by patrols of knights, paladins and warriors of all kinds. It is the base of operations for the Northern Continent’s military forces. Hammerfall is the only place a warrior can become either a knight or a paladin, and also the only place one can find the highest quality forged items. Hammerfall also contains a zeppelin port.

Gwynn – the huge castle-town of Gwynn lies directly in the center of the Northern Continent. It is the center of trade for all of the continent, and is where all coins are made. All people are welcome, and, under King Darian’s rule, the castle-town and the people living nearby all thrive happily.

Tula, Ren, Ioz, and Niddler – four port towns around the outside of the Northern Continent; all fishing villages where one can obtain passage on a boat. Ren is chaotic, Tula is mostly good, Ioz is Evil, and Niddler is neutral in nature. Niddler also has a brisk trade in hang gliders.

Theoria – Coheed’s home town, located between the port town of Ren and the warrior’s school. Theoria is in the western central part of the Northern Continent.

Jaygo - the Southern Continent, Jaygo, is vicious jungles covered with naga, raptors, scary dark-skinned humans with unknown powers, and the living dead. Few from the Northern Continent go there and come back able to talk about it.

The other two large continents on Terra are even less hospitable. One of them, Tundra, is an icy desert with little life on it to speak of. It's rumored that what few dragons remain on Terra, live in Tundra. The fourth and final continent is the largest, and is called, simply, Doom. It is literally a hell on earth, with demons and demon-like creatures roaming the lands, looking for living things to feed on. The head demon, Latvarion, rules over them with an iron fist, and, for some reason long forgotten, keeps his minions from ever attacking the other continents of Terra.
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Jun. 7th, 2009 @ 11:10 pm (no subject)
Current Location: mah floor
Current Mood: gods, i'm old
Current Music: John Grisham's The Partner (Frank Muller reading)
You will never understand
how it feels to live your life
with no meaning or control
and with nowhere left to go.

You're amazed that they exist
and they burn so bright,
while you can only wonder why.

-- if you really want to know, Google that shit.
I’ll narrow it down; it wasn’t Dani.



So, it’s 8:53 PM, Sunday night. I’ve had a very eventual day, and it was pretty damn surreal. My knees are on fire, and I had to take a very long shower with extremely hot water to get all of the dog slobber off of me. Now, I smell like shea and coco butter. I still have like fifty bucks worth of Bath and Body Works crap lying around. Hey, it takes me like 3 months to go through a roll of toilet paper; and more than six months to knock out a bottle of shampoo, so just imagine how long that crap will last me.

Readers note; I shower everyday, sometimes twice, I just happen to be careful about not overusing my toiletries. Which, considering half of a 36-roll of toilet paper from Costco, is kind of funny in and of itself.

But, that’s not what I called you all here today to talk about. I’ve come to talk about the draft… Wait, that’s not it, either. A duck? Also, sadly, no. Not a duck. I saw two deer today, though. One of them was dead, but the other one was still gainfully employed as future roadkill.

Roadkill isn’t a word? Fucking stuck-up dictionary. So, Chris and I had a target time of “around 10 AM, not sooner, but not really an issue if we’re a bit later than 10.” At exactly 10 o’clock, I stared at my phone, and said “No, I’ll give him a couple of minutes so it’s not exactly ten o’clock when I call.” I waited till, prolly seven after. I’m not entirely sure. I called him, and he was groggy with the sleep, instead of the booze, so that was already better than I’d been getting from previous totally non-gay male-on-male companionship. He asked for another half hour of sleep, to which I replied, in my head YAY, 30 minutes of WoW! And, out loud, I shall give you forty-five minutes.

I showered, got dressed, and farmed for Spider’s Silk in WoW for a bit. I then tried to toss 4.37 gigs of pictures into one folder so I could burn them to a DVD and get rid of 99% of them. I failed to do this, as Chris arrived before I could narrow it down enough. I have a lot of stuff. Granted.

We made our way first to Taco Bell, as I was friggin starving, and I hadn’t eaten anything yet today, purely on the grounds that Chris might want to go to Taco Bell. I was in the mood for McDonalds, but Chris’s ex-fiancé was very likely there (she was, just wait, that bit’s coming up) so I figured Taco Bell was the better choice. Chris agreed, and we got some food to eat there. Chris ate almost nothing, and actually gave me one of his things to eat later. I ate like half of my first thing before I started getting full, but I knew that shit would keep for later, so I bagged it up, and we continued on our adventure. While we were eating, his ex-fiancé was texting him, trying to get a ride home from McDonalds because she was feeling ill. We ran to Weis and grabbed a drink for Chris and disposable cameras for me. The digital camera I bought specifically to take naked pictures of the Ex back in ’06 wasn’t working, and I didn’t feel like trying to learn how to use Chris’s, so I shelled out the four bucks.

We grabbed Ericka, whose name is spelled in a way that my spellchecker doesn’t approve of, and took her home. I learned her new boyfriend’s name is ALSO Chris, which amused me. Since my Ex has gone by like seventeen names since I met her, the odds I’ll end up with a girl with one of hers are pretty likely.

Chris was nice enough to take Ericka back to her boyfriend’s house, though they had a bit of a tiff as she was leaving, and she got all huffy and slammed the door. It was totally worth the detour. Now, I adore Ericka. I got my fetish for pierced nipples from her, and she’s never bitched when Aaron or I made foreigner jokes around her. So, what more can you ask from a girl? But, she went straight from Chris to banging this new guy, and that shit really gets to me. I tend to have to wait quite awhile between losing a fiancé (or a girl I lived with for four years who didn’t ever leave enough money in the bank account to even THINK about buying a ring made of anything but plastic) and finding my next live-in sex partner. Hey, it’s her life. She just prolly shouldn’t be texting Chris for rides back to where she’s screwing her new guy, that’s all I’m saying…

But, nonetheless, our adventure continued forward, as we boldly retraced our steps so we could go back to Chris’s house and gets the directions to Millersburg. This happened before we dropped Ericka off, but it sounds better, story-wise, right here. Then, we were off!

Without directions, I could very likely find my way from Elizabethtown to Millersburg. I’d say the odds are about 90%. Mind you, that’s a 10% chance we’ll end up in Hazleton, really pissed off, and frantically trying to figure out who we could call that might be of real use to us. Of the top of my head, I’ve got no one.

We traveled the many streets I’d been down (or up) thousands of times before, arriving in Halifax with little effort. From there, Chris, the poor bastard, had to hear a thousand mini-stories about every store we passed, and he even got to bare witness to an “I used to live there.” Charles was constantly plagued with those. There came a time that he was driving in Halifax with a random person I didn’t know, and he pointed and said “Justin used to live there.” I never let him live that down. He used to be so much easier to train.

So, we made it to Millersburg without incident.; or, at least, without incident to us. There was that roadkill deer. We didn’t stop to eat it, which, in PA, would have been perfectly acceptable, as long as it’s a dead deer, or a live turtle. But, I’m getting ahead of myself.
We pulled into my mother’s house some time just before one o’clock. I’m not sure exactly, as it must have been the one time today Chris didn’t stop to check the time. He does that. Imma get him a watch for Odin’s birthday.

We visited with my mother for a bit. Chris gets along pretty well with my Mommers, though she constantly had to apologize cuz her house was messy. Who the hell’s house isn’t messy? Old, boring people; that’s who. My mother might be getting up there in years, but no one in the history of the world would ever call her “boring.” Her house is full of things she puts on Ebay. She buys stuff at yard sales and such, and sells it on Ebay for a huge profit. That’s what she does to pay the bills. I approve. Not, of course, that I’d ever take the time to do it myself. I’m far more likely to just throw the stuff out. Every couple of months, I get in a mood, and go through tons of stuff, and throw out a couple of bags of garbage. This is really hand when you have, say for example, a huge box of gaily-colored, sticker-covered, love letters from a fifteen year old girl you’ve been meaning to dispose of. Or, as was the case this week, a thousand cassette tapes that you got from the Army, and had recorded over with songs from CDs and cassettes from other people in your barracks. I kept the stuff Debbie recorded for me. I still, on occasion, miss Debbie. I especially loved her voice. She used to read to me. I would, at this point in my life, really prefer a girl who would read to me to one who’d let me take out my aggression on them during sex.

Okay, so I tangent. I do that. We left the car at my mother’s house, and Chris, my mother and myself made our way to my sister Randi’s house. Randi’s the one who made me into an uncle, and I figured I should drop in and see Sebastian, since it would be like the third time in his whole life he’s seen his “invisible” uncle Justin. We spent some time there, and I met her dog, Nala, who is an extremely friendly pit bull. Yeah, I was surprised as well. Then, we left Mommers, and continued to make our way across the face of my hometown.

We headed downtown, and immediately made our way to the Troy residence. I figured that, since I didn’t get to see Corrie the last two trips to Millersburg, I’d go and see her right away this time. As we approached her house, and, coming into town in the first place, I was struck with just how many of the local businesses were now empty store fronts. It’s extremely depressing to see one’s hometown disintegrating like Millersburg obviously is. Aaron’s been trying to get his sister, Stacey, to move out of there for like five years now, but I gather she’s not likely to move closer to E-town, since I’m told that her husband and her sister, who also lives in E-town, don’t get along all that well.

Approaching the Troy house, I saw familiar faces working outside. Chuck Troy, the younger of Corrie’s brothers, and Brock Gemberling. Chuck’s kid was out there, as well. I believe his name is Zane. I visited with Chuck, and then went to pay my respects to the parents. Beth, Corrie’s mom, and I always did get along well. She let me know where Corrie was now living, and reminded me that she was engaged now. I was eager to meet the young man that was going to be looking after her from now on.

We enlisted Brock to go with us down to Corrie’s place, which was now like six or seven blocks away, and he spent the next three hours or so as our constant companion. For Brock, talking for three hours without stopping with someone he just met about a variety of interesting topics is entirely easy. Since most of you are not lucky enough to know Brock, he’s kind of like Jim Morrison if Jimbo wasn’t all burned up inside an urn. He looks a hell of a lot more like the other JM than Val Kilmer ever could. He’s one of those people you just wish you could summon with the push of a button. He saved my life, once, and all the people who need to hear that story have already heard it. Someday, I’ll write a book full of those stories that I’ve told a hundred times. I’d love to call it “Too Fat to Fish” but, with the stringent copywrite rules in this country, I shall not. If I ever do pen one, it’s likely going to be called “Okay, Uhm…” and I’ll only publish it if it means I’ll get to go on Conan O’Brien.

On the way to Corrie’s, Brock paused at a corner, and made a grand gesture. He said something like “Oh, look who it is; Liz.” Pause to reveal the redheaded goddess herself.

Yeah, right? That’s exactly what I was thinking, too. My sources had placed her somewhere entirely other than Millersburg. My sources suck. I got a “Hi there, stranger.” And we busied ourselves with not really talking directly to each other all that much. It was entirely civil. I really wish I could be her friend. We’d make such good friends. I don’t hate her for what happened all that time ago, but I’m never going to be able to stop loving her. I have never learned how to fall out of love with someone. I’m sure it would be a useful skill to have.

So, Liz told me she had Tom in her basement. Tom looked good, and sounded very much like an adult. It was an amazing surprise. Tom called Lynn, and we stood around bullshitting for quite awhile. Liz didn’t stay out with us long, though she did give me a Charles update; the first I’ve had in quite awhile. Apparently, he still makes his regular Saturday trips to Millersburg, and actually gets along well with her baby. Being that Charles is a regular hater of children, I’d give him kudos for making an effort with Liz’s kid, if we were still talking. I asked her to relay my best wishes to him, and then Brock, Chris and I were back off on our adventure. We stopped in at a soda machine, where, thankfully, I actually had fifty cents to get a diet coke, since I’d left my bottles of water in Chris’s car, and made our way to Corrie’s new house.

Now, Corrie is one of only four girls I ever really, REALLY loved with all my heart, so, spending time with her and her fiancé was a bit harder for me than it was for her. I gave her a hug, and we talked for a bit. Her daughter, Mackenzie, showed up, and I marveled that she was almost eight years old. Her dog, jigsaw, was quite pleasant, and smaller than the pit bull, so we got along a bit better. After what felt like no time at all, I decided that Chris and I should head out. I was thirsty as all hell again, and really needed a drink. I had a drink at Taco Bell, a glass of water at my mom’s, and a diet coke at this point. During my NORMAL daily schedule, I drink at least a gallon of water a day, and, when I’m out and about, as infrequently as that happens, I am in constant search for something to drink. I gave Corrie another hug, told her I may very well have to come visit her in Alabama, and shook the lucky guy’s hand. Turns out he’s Yolanda’s little brother. Yolanda, at one time, was Liz’s best friend, and I actually flipped a coin to decide which one of the two of them I should ask out. Yolanda won, but I asked Liz out anyway. The world is a weird place.

As I was trying to decide if I could actually get the dollar slot of the soda machine we’d been to earlier to take a dollar bill (ever see that commercial with George from Seinfeld?) I noticed Brock was trying to relight a cigarette. “Is that the one from Tom?” I asked him. “No, this one’s from Lynn.” I cocked my head, and asked him why he didn’t have his own pack of cigarettes. He informed me that he still didn’t have an ATM card from his new bank account, and, being Sunday, he had no access to the bank. I declared that I would buy him a pack of cigarettes, and we walked several blocks out of our way to the first convenience store that WASN’T closed down. For the record, we walked past two places that USED to be stores on the way there. It was actually a gas station, and there was a kid being interviewed by the cops when we got there. One of the cops was some dickhead Brock had been hassled by, and the purchase of a pack of cigarettes and a diet tea was followed by an hour-long story from Brock about how the cops are dicks. From the gas station, we then had to backtrack to Corrie’s house, as it was now time to visit my grandmother.

As I said, we still had Brock with us, as I said, telling us the story about how the cops had stopped him for having bald tires on his car, and spent the rest of the day hassling him because he has a record. Just after passing Corrie’s house on the way to my grandmother’s, something even more random than I’m used to happened. We stopped abruptly when a car parked right in front of us. I whispered, “Do we know them?” to Brock, but he was so into his story, he didn’t understand that I was trying to gather info from him of a more immediate nature. I asked him like four or five more times, to no effect, when a young woman, maybe twenty one or twenty two, got out of the car. I was pretty sure I didn’t know her, but at least four people we saw today made it clear that they knew me, when I had no idea who they were. She walked right in front of us, not acknowledging our existences, and began to stare at something on the ground. Dear readers, it was a turtle. She was gazing at this turtle as I would gaze at a box of random Neil Gaiman novels, were they found at the side of the road. She asked us if we thought it was a snapping turtle, and I began to list several reasons why it was easy to tell it was NOT a snapping turtle. I wasn’t even CLOSE to getting through to this random person after several minutes, and Brock did something truly amazing. He picked up a stick, waved it in front of the turtle’s face, and then gestured. “See, there?” He had clearly proven it wasn’t a snapping turtle, easily sidestepping this girl’s total lack of even the slightest intelligence. I wanted to shove her. I really did. She informed us, pouting, that if it WAS a snapper, she had planned to eat it. I am NOT FUCKING KIDDING YOU. Ask Chris! This part is one of those things that, if our trip was a movie, you’d be sitting in the theatre going “Why the hell is this in there? He should have just gone to see his grandmother. This part doesn’t make any sense at all.” But, it’s not a movie, this random turtle-related side quest actually happened, and Chris and I shall most likely make jokes about it for the next fifteen years. Assuming, of course, that neither of us gets married and moves out of state, like TWO of my friends are about to do.

Jason’s wedding, I believe, is next week. I had never planned to go; but now it’s not likely Aaron’s going either. I guess Jason’s counting his blessings that Frank had been tapped to be the best man instead of Aaron.

So, after the young woman declined to eat the turtle, shunning it for it’s non-snapping nature, Brock picked it up, and we escorted it out of the almost ninety degree heat, to a place close to, but not in, water, in case it decided it didn’t feel like swimming. Turtles spend their whole lives trying to get back to where they hatched. I can totally relate to that. By now, some other animal has likely eaten it. This, I can also relate to.

We continued our adventure, stopping briefly at one of our town’s most famous “creepy old men”, Tommy. Tommy’s that creepy old gay guy every town has. He lives in a trailer, and always has beer and pot for anyone who’s not a dickhead to him. I never smoked pot; not with Tommy, nor with anyone else, but I appreciate the fact that a town like Millersburg really needs a creepy old guy to count as a good hometown. There are some really interesting Tommy-related stories, and I even lived on his couch for a couple of days to shame my mother into letting me have my way once.

I couldn’t go in Tommy’s trailer, the whole thing is a giant cat-box, and, while we were there, Brock got himself a little baggie. With that, I got Brock’s phone number, and bid him good day. He is a great traveling companion, but I don’t let people hang with me if there’s a chance I can score an “accessory to” charge in the process. Of course, had we not had him with us, I would have most likely had to beat a young woman to death with a turtle, so he was a quite useful today.

Chris and I continued on alone, and visited my grandmother and my cousin, Sammy, who is now thirteen (Gods, I’m old). Gram had two dogs, and three cats that I got to smell, but not see. Mom had called and told her we were coming, and that we should call her back when we got there. We never did get through to Mommers. Friggin cell phones. We made our way from Gram’s house up towards the building I hit, back when I was trying to learn to drive, and the ice cream shop I used to work at (now an apartment), and swung around to my old high school. I was running out of pictures on the camera at this point, and we doubled through the park where I related fond memories of public sex, before returning to my Mommers. I took my last picture of the two cutting boards from my two years in seventh grade. That, gentle readers, is yet another story that most everyone I know has had to sit through more than once, and, if you haven’t heard it, I’m sure it’ll be in the book as well. . I heated up some spare Taco Bell I had had the foresight to toss in the fridge, then, I said something about the cutting boards, and mom said I could take either of them with me. I picked the one that looked all beat to hell, and we absconded to Chris’s car. We drove back down to the same gas station to fill up before the trip home, and I acquired yet another bottle of water, since I had NOT had the foresight to put my bottles of water in the fridge, and they were a bit warm.

We drove home without incident, playing my customized “storyteller” style DND game along the way, making sure one of the main characters was named Amanda, and we decided not to go to the movies tonight. Chris had checked his schedule, and he’s going to be getting off of work early, around six pm, most nights next week. So, we’ll save Land of the Lost for another day, and likely not go to The Hangover at all. Chris commented about just how beautiful he thought Liz was, but promised never to have sex with her, to which I am very appreciative. I have, already, made the same promise about Ericka.

We swung by Darrenkamps, only to learn that it closes extremely early on Saturdays, and is closed entirely on Sundays. Fucking place. We’ll get there sooner or later. We settled for Turkey Hill, where I picked up some slightly-higher-than-normal-sale-priced ice cream and five bucks in lotto tickets. I don’t normally buy lotto tickets, but after such an incredibly random day, I figured I’d tempt fate. Fate pissed in my eye, and I came home, took the for-mentioned long and hot shower, and then spent two hours writing this, while also playing WoW, in case you’re wondering…

Now, since I’ve got you here, maybe we could take some time to talk about the draft…
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Jun. 7th, 2009 @ 01:12 am If you can't find a copy of "Nineteen Minutes" by Jodi Picoult, you might as well read this instead.
Current Location: mah floor
Current Mood: blank
Current Music: John Grisham's The Partner (Frank Muller reading)
You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it aint no good
You shouldnt let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a siamese cat
Aint it hard when you discover that
He really wasnt where its at
After he took from you everything he could steal.

-- The Steepwater Band “Like A Rolling Stone”
Chicago 05-22-2007
(that’s me, giving credit like a good lil pigeon)


It’s Sunday morning. It’s been Sunday morning for thirteen minutes now, actually. As I sit here, waiting for crap to respawn in WoW, taking note that neither “respawn” nor “WoW” is currently in my Word dictionary, I decided to write an entry. I WAS going to wait till after today’s events to write, but I figured I’d cover the previous week, and I could write a whole new entry about today.

I’m trying damn hard to get back into writing. Those of you who understand how hard it can be for a writer to write don’t need me to explain it, and those of you who don’t; wouldn’t get it if I tried. That’s pretty much how life works. Word warns me that I should think of not using the negation there. Word can suck Aaron’s ex-roommate Jeremy’s balls.

So, it was a hard week at work. The dish conveyor belt was broken when I got to work Monday morning. There’s just about always something wrong when I get there Monday morning. Oh, for the new people, I work Monday through Friday, 9 AM till 5 PM, as all good people are supposed to do. I have every weekend off, and I am the only person in my circle that does. The office people do, of course, but that’s it. Some of my co-workers have off every other weekend, and some have off two out of every three. Now, mind you, you get paid an extra dollar an hour to work the weekends, but you have to work with a huge pile of sixteen year olds who think everyone owes them just cuz they’re sixteen years old…so I’m much better off not coming in those days.

Monday was rough as all hell. Chris had said I’d hear from him Tuesday, and I was hoping that I would. I have a total case of “Kicked Dog Syndrome”, though; because the very few people I’ve trusted in my life have pretty much constantly let me down. Three weeks ago today, Aaron continued his long and proud tradition of choosing mind-altering substances over me. It’s a Cancer thing. I’ve spent the entire three weeks wondering if I should have kicked his ass or smashed some of his prized possessions as I stormed out of his house. That’s a Leo thing. Pretty much exactly how I felt the last time I was in a long-term relationship with a Cancer.

So, on Tuesday, when Chris DID call me, and we went out for some bro on bro fun, I was utterly delighted. There’s a large part of me that’s waiting for this to turn out badly for me, somehow. Chris is such a good guy, but I have seen him shut down before; where he didn’t want to hang out even long enough to watch cartoons together or whatnot.

But, Tuesday was grand. Chris actually suggested we go to Wal-Mart, my home away from home. Of course, it was the beginning of the month, so we saw some really freaky people in Harrisburg, and the line was kind of long; BUT I scored some t-shirts and a G.I.Joe figure I REALLY wanted without giving in to the lure of the DVDs. I haven’t bought a single DVD this paycheck, after snagging 31 last time, plus two seasons. I have, however, downloaded like…a terabyte of stuff to toss onto my new drives.

The figure, since I’m sure you’re dying to know, is Flint dressed in a Cobra uniform. It comes with a Cobra head you can put on his body. I friggin ADORE figures that come with severed heads, for some reason, and have a small collection of them, including a Professor Xavier with a huge-ass Galactus head. I had bought it for the Ex, along with like a dozen other toys, and it was the only one I didn’t give to Krista or her kids.

So, after Wal-Mart, Chris suggested Chinese food. We went to a place right by the Wal-Mart, and poked around Blockbuster while they prepared our non-buffet food. Chris says he prefers slightly higher-quality-than-buffet Chinese food, and I can respect that. It was tasty stuff. The worst Chinese I ever had was pretty good, and Chris is good company, though he eats much faster than I do. Chinese food also gives me a chance to say something nice about my Ex in front of Chris, something that he’s certainly not used to. She and I really did have some good times. We’d call it “Chinkers” and giggle evilly. I have this huge-ass collection of foreign pennies that I paid fifty cents each for at the little vending machine out front of our local buffet.

On the way home, we stopped at Darrenkamp’s, which I sure as how can’t spell. It’s a place where the food is more expensive, but there are some random things that are hard to find at Weis or Giant. The item I used to draw Chris there was the orange creamsicle milk. I LOVE that shit, as well as the lowest of the low-quality deli item; the sandwich spread. Basically, they take the ends from the lunchmeats, toss them into the grinder, and sell the conglomeration for like a buck a pound. It tastes like ham salad without the bits of celery, and tastes like pure win when covered in bbq sauce. I’m such a fucking carnivore.

We then made plans to hang out today, i.e., several hours from now. Chris has agreed to take me to Millersburg, my hometown, for a visit to my besainted mother, and perhaps some of my old partners in crime. I’d like to visit Corrie. Chris has been to Millersburg before, and my mother even gave him a myspace dot com t-shirt. It’s likely she gave him rolling papers and flavored condoms, though I can’t swear to it. She’s that kind of mother.

Aaron would go up to Millersburg all the time to visit his sister, Stacey, and her kids, though he always balked at the idea of me going along. For one thing, he would always make me promise that IF I got to go, I couldn’t bring up the idea of popping in on Corrie and having a quick visit. I’m pretty sure he assumed we’d make him sit on the couch as we had furious “hey, remember what it was like to be teenagers” sex upstairs. This, of course, couldn’t be further from the truth. I’d make him sit in the car.

Chris has never met Corrie, though he knows I adore her. He’s read my book, and there is a character quite a bit like Corrie in there, though she’s….well, she’s a bit evil. That’s kind of the deal; you break my heart irl, and you get to be a bad guy in the book. That’s right; Barrack Obama, you’ll be the main villain in the next one…

After pausing to add “Corrie” and “Obama” to the dictionary, as well as irl, I continue…

Where the hell was I? Oh, riiight. I assured Aaron that the moment Wane banged Corrie, any chance of him having to wait in the car was over. I DID spend five really fun weeks with her cousin, Krista, but any chance of Corrie and I actually living out the Happily Ever After my mother had planned for us are long gone.

Not that I don’t still love her like crazy. I fell in love with the girl when she was eleven years old. I was sixteen at the time, and to my defense, she looked around sixteen herself. So, don’t judge me too harshly.

But, mind you, my main reason for wanting to go to Millersburg is to see my mother. My mother and I have had…let’s say…a difficult relationship over the years. I was six years old when I figured out I couldn’t trust her, and that really effected me. People, be very careful with that whole Santa Claus / Easter Bunny / Tooth Fairy shit if your kid has an above-average I.Q. Some of us will never be able to let that shit go.

Not that I don’t still love her like crazy. If she’s really nice to me for the next twenty years, I’ll check her into a much nicer home than the one I was going to.

I’ll also get to see my only nephew, depending on your point of view. Her ex-husband remarried a chick with a kid, and that kid had at least one kid, who may or may not be some kind of nephew by technicality. But, out of the five half-sisters by blood I have, only Randi has given birth, so I’ve got, I suppose, half a nephew. Mommers talks about him quite a bit, and how he’s so much like me. I assume she means that in the nicest possible way. Myself, I’d never want to attempt to raise a kid that was even remotely like me. I’m vain, self-absorbed, smug, self-righteous, and a megalomaniac. I have also been accused of being an “intellectual bully”, which means I’m mean to dumb people, and other smart people feel bad for them because they usually don’t know I’m doing it.

Listen to the Christian Bale rant, not now, but when you’re done reading this, then, imagine if the lighting guy never noticed Bale was being rude. That’s kind of how I am with dumb people. Btw, I LOVE that rant. I listen to it all the friggin time. Gods, that youtube is some good shit.

Not good enough to make it in spellcheck without my help, but neither was “Randi” so, go figure. Neither was spellcheck. I say it’s one damn word. And now, of course, it is.

Wow, I typed three pagees, and I don’t think I’ve actually said anything. Ain’t that the truth?

Did I mention Chris and I went to see Terminator? It’s so surreal that Aaron missed Terminator. We talked about going to see that for like…six months. We had a list of movies to go see, and he’s missed one. The Hangover opened Friday night, as did Land of the Lost. I was going to go see Land of the Lost alone yesterday, though I don’t know if I’ve EVER been to a movie theatre alone, and then go see The Hangover with Chris. I got distracted by WoW, though, and spent all day in front of the computer. Of course, most of that is because my knees still hurt so fucking much right now. As I said; hard week at work.

Chris and I may still go see The Hangover today, though I’m not all that worried about it. It’s not really a “must-see” for me like Transformers and G.I. Joe.

I really can’t think of a snazzy way to wrap this entry up. Very little happens in my life of any interest. I’m on facebook now, though I mostly joined up to see Amanda’s vacation pictures and see how much weight my graduating class gained.

If you’re keeping score, I weigh five pounds less than I did when I graduated. It would probably be seven pounds less if I hadn’t gotten that Chinese and lovely sandwich spread at Darrenkamp’s. I eat when I’m bored, of course, and I’ve been bored since…

Well, since Krista. Not that there haven’t been girls since Kris, but she was the last girl I actually DATED. She was also the last person I (family stop reading for a moment) had sex with who didn’t already have a husband or serious boyfriend. Yeah, I’m just about always “the other man.” Or, I was. I’ve sworn off of that nasty little habit. I’ve given up casual sex, and have declared I’m done with the one-night-stands and quick little tête-à-têtes while her hubby’s at work. I’m looking for something real again. Now, if only I can find a girl who can fake THAT as well as the Ex can…
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May. 31st, 2009 @ 09:08 pm Death, Darkies, and my Darkest Moment
Current Location: the very edge of the chair by teh computer
Current Mood: I should be cleaning
Current Music: Hogan's Heros, season 3
This wench, she be not mine love She simply be a guttersnipe with mine name on her lips Nay, the child be not of my seed Upon her grave I be so, yet he be not mine.
-- erunamo_rose
http://daniellebare.blogspot.com/

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So, yesterday I did something. It's likely the worst thing I've ever done in my entire life, and i'm quite ashamed. I'll prolly never live it down, and I'll have a lot of trouble forgiving Chris for letting me lower myself to this; my lowest level. It's hard enough to admit it; but, now that i've hit rock bottom, there's nowhere to go from here, but up. I blame this, a bit, on the fact that I've had two really rough weeks since the "break-up."
Chris has been there for me, calling me up the other day to say he was heading to Giant, and I was invited; and going to Terminator: Salvation with me. And, though it was rent week, we set up a Saturday's Market trip for yesterday. It was beautiful outside, with perfect skies and temperature. After buying 31 DVDs last paycheck (not counting the season of Smallville and Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy BBC), I was pretty sure i could go the whole trip without buying any movies, and on THAT front, I was successful... Then...things went horribly wrong. Gods, I don't even know how to tell you this, loyal readers, but....

I bought some Sham Wows. /sigh. WHY I bought Sham Wows, I have NO fucking clue at all... What I'm going to do with the Sham Wows, I have no fucking clue at all... But, I bought teh damn things. Somehow, this is Aaron's fault, i'm just sure of it. See, he leaves me alone for two weeks, and I fall apart. I *DID* go the weekend without buying any DVDs, though i picked up a rare figure for my wall; Death (from DC comics direct). I also bought a bunch of food, though i have enough bachelor chow to last 2 months. Bachelor chow, in case you don't know, is food you can prepare in less than six minutes using only a microwave, a pair of scissors, and a kitchen sink. I have tons of the stuff.

After Chris went to work, it was so nice outside, I actually went for a walk. I walked towards Middletown just to see how hard it would be to walk it. It's six miles each way, so, I might actually walk out there sometime and bum around the town. I also timed the trip to the movie theatre in case I actually get desperate and go by myself. I really do feel like I've been through a break-up. I mean, the only thing different from an actual break-up is that my sex life remains unchanged just because Aaron isn't in my life at the moment. I think the world would be a lot better if we could line the Cancers up against the wall. Of course, Chris is a Libra (or a Virgo, one of the two) and I adore him.

On a side note, I totally fucking hate Obama now. I tried my best to give him the benefit of the doubt, and, when he stabbed teh gays in the back, I was like "Damn...what a douchebag." But, then, when he did this whole "Let's get a minority chick in teh Supreme Court Cuz i'm Black" deal, I swung towards the "Let's Shoot the Uppity Darkie" camp. Now, I'm not gonna shoot him, but if somebody does, Imma clap. And I'll give the guy my Sham WoWs...
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May. 16th, 2009 @ 08:31 pm yep, an update..and it's about me...
Current Location: E-Town, back room, the floor, on a pillow Lori bought me
Current Mood: emptyish
Current Music: Comedy Central Roast of Larry the Cable Guy
Note to readers: assuming the Internet cooperates, this is going to my myspace and livejournal, both of which have the same name. So, if, for some reason, you’re a person who is checking up on me, even though I haven’t posted in forever, you don’t need to check both places.

So, it’s Saturday, May 16th, 2k9.

I haven’t updated my journal since before Halloween. I’m not even sure how long before Halloween it was, I just know that the Misfits concert was right before then, and I never mentioned going, so…QED.

Now, I used to write all the time. Every day, I think of things I’d like to write about. I mean, FUCK, man…we elected a black guy president. The banks went to fuck, they did like a dozen comic book movies, and totally dropped as many of the white characters into minorityville as they could. Minorityville should totally be a word. I’m going to pause now and add it to my Word.

Well, I’ve been playing a LOT of WoW. That’s World of Warcraft. If you’re reading this, you have the internet. If you want to know what WoW is, look it up yourself. It’s a game, it has 11 million players, and there was a time I played nearly every second I was awake and not at work. When I first got back to PA, I was unemployed, but has a big pile of money at my disposal, thanks to a) begging, b) carefully managing the money I could hide away from the Ex, and c) ignoring that last bill in the mailbox the day I moved. So, with that, my tax money, and the good grace of my then-roommate, Chris, I played WoW for like 4 months without bothering to work for a living. On more than one occasion, I played for, no kidding, 40 hours at once, stopping BARELY to eat or hit the toilet.

Those days are long behind me. I can still enjoy WoW, but after a couple of hours I get this urge to run off and do anything else.

My life is…well, I’m told it’s weird. I have exactly one and three quarters friends. Aaron is my best and only constant friend. Chris is about ½ a friend, though he’s single now and might find more time to spend with a bitter, old, evil guy like YHN. I also have Jason, who is the ¼ friend to even things out. I adore Jason, but I hardly ever see him. He’s about to get married, and ten years from now, we’ll be all like “Wow, I wish we’d spent more time together.” I’m cool with that. That’s part of adoring him, I suspect.

I talk to people online, and occasionally get to talk to one of my sisters, Janelle, on my phone. It’s kind of ironic that I have infinite minutes and long distance calling on my phone, since I REALLY hate using the damn thing. I talked to my mom, sister (Jaime, mom’s oldest daughter) and my grandmother on Mother’s Day. I usually only use it to call Aaron and ask him what the hell he’s doing, or if the internet dropped over at his house to, and whatnot.

Now, with my current job, I also get to associate with a ton of extremely different people. I feel bad for some of them, because they have two jobs, often full-time. This one girl, Deb, has 80 hours a week to support herself, her two kids who are 17-19, and a deadbeat boyfriend. She’s usually amazed by stories of what I do with my money. That’s what this entry’s about.

Like I said, I think of things to write all the time, and I spell out exactly how they’d go in my head, and then…well, I don’t feel the need to write them. There are so many journal entries up in my head that people are never gonna get to see. You can thank me for that, gentle readers. I’ve saved you a hell of a lot of time.

I mean, for christsake..the Octomom? John and Kate plus Eight? The Fuck is wrong with you people? These people need to be drug out in the street and beat to death with old VHS tapes. I suggest Speed and Maverick. I can sell you some used ones; cheap.

So, as payday approached this week, I noticed I still had 222 bucks from last paycheck in there. I’d already paid the rent and the electricity, and had no plans to pay the Comcast bill just yet. I have it sitting here, but it’s a pain in the ass to call them up and pay it, so I usually do it every other month. I get paid twice a month, and one of those checks cover all the bills I have in my lonely little life. That means that, come that second check, I have about 700 bucks blowing in with nothing to do with it. I have no girlfriend, no kids, no pets, no hobbies or drug habits or a huge alcohol bill, no car, no cell phone, no old debt that I’d even think about paying off. Nothing like that. Soooo, I have a huge fuckload of DVDs. Seeing how much money I had left, I grabbed my 3-page list of VHS tapes I don’t have on DVD yet, and ordered about seventy bucks off of Amazon. Amazon LOVES me.

Then, I arranged a Wal-Mart trip from Chris. He wanted to get out of the house, and I gave him a pretty minimal bribe of five bucks. That’s not bad. I’ve called Jason and offered him ten bucks plus a hamburger. Mind you, Jason works till midnight, so those runs are during the wee-hours. I USED to surf the wee-hours quite a bit, but I’ve actually been sleeping 8 to 9 hours a night. It’s a sign of depression; I’m well aware. The Ex would sleep up to 16 hours a night for awhile. I loved the extra internet time, back then. If I’d known that we were pissing away the short time we had together, I’d have kept her awake, and we’d have done more stuff. Hindsight is a bitch.

So, at Wal-Mart, I spent 100 bucks. I got season 7 of Smallville, which I swore to myself I’d pay no more than 20 bucks for, and 80 bucks worth of food. That’s if those generic Slim-Fast shakes fall under food. Now, I didn’t JUST get the shakes, so don’t be going into how dangerous that would be. I DID buy enough shakes to last me a couple of months, because Aaron usually refuses to go to the Wal-Mart no matter how much I beg, and I never know if I’ll be able to hook up with Chris when he’s not working or going to school.

Then, after Wal-Mart, I arranged to spend some time today with Aaron. We got up at 8, and hit Saturday’s Market, which is a flea market type place. I grabbed a little orange cat stuffy for one of Aaron’s nieces, Ava’s, 6th birthday. I also picked up a total shitload of DVDs, a couple of Tenchi SD figures, cuz I wanted the Washu for my desk, and a white dragon beanie baby to hang out with the dragon I’ve had for like, forever now.

We then spent five hours at Aaron’s sister’s house, enjoying family fun and tons of food. There was a great dane, who I fed hotdogs to and hugged, as well as some collie-like dog, which I hugged quite a bit, and a big pool of coy (I have NO idea if that’s how you spell it, the fish) who received quiet a big of hot dog bun. Feeding the dog and the coy was prolly the most fun I’ve had this year that doesn’t involve a teenage girl who doesn’t give a flying fuck about me.

And don’t me started on free cupcakes. I lost ten pounds since January; so free cupcakes held quite a bit of sway over me. I already had Taco Bell yesterday with Chris. That kind of follows a Wal-Mart trip.

After the birthday party, which was carnival-based and had cotton candy and such, we hit, after some debate, Weis markets. The one in E-Town, where I used to work, has quite a bit of good memories for me. I grabbed another 40 bucks worth of pre-cooked microwave bachelor goodness.

Then, like all addicts, I talked Aaron into one last hit at DVDs before the night was over. We hit the Blockbuster, and I grabbed six more. Now, part of the fun of having 700 bucks to blow is that I wasn’t even keeping score. I have a pile of DVDs sitting here, which I’m going to list, but I don’t even know if this is all of them.

One of the things I’ve been doing lately, and I really need to stop doing, is buying DVDs I already have. It drives me crazy. But, with a collection as large as mine, it’s getting harder and harder to remember what I THOUGHT about buying, and what I actually bought. I’m thinking about alphabetizing them, which should help me commit them to memory. The problem with that is, of course, that I don’t have the space to actually display more than a third of my movies at once. I can afford more bookcases, but I have no easy way to get them into my home.

Tomorrow, Aaron and I are going to go out and spend more money. I’m prolly going to pick up a pair of 1TB hard drives, though I SHOULD be able to avoid buying any more DVDs. The number of movies I own that I have not watched is well over 200, at this point. I also have like 30 TV series I haven’t watched, and that’s NOT counting my downloads.

Before today, I had stopped downloading torrents for several months because my burner wasn’t working, and my seven hard drives were full. Yes; full. Movies, comics, mp3s (music, audio books, radio shows, stand-up), and a shit-ton of images. I have images of everything. If you ever need an image of a sunset or a snow-covered field, I’ve prolly got a hundred of each.

Don’t get me started on tigers.

Now, you’d think with all the downloading I was doing, it would save me money, right? Well, I DOES on the comic books. For awhile, I was reading a dozen comics a night. I would read them at the same time I listened to an audio book. I have more comics and audio books than I could prolly get to during my lifetime. I USED to buy a TON of comics every month. Now, I tend to buy two a month, but they’re the twenty dollar ones. I like the big, thick ones that I can toss on a bookcase.

With movies, I still pay 8 bucks, from 3 to 7 times a month, to go see them in the theater, and I’ll buy them and the TV series, even if I have them on the computer. When I bought Smallville season 7, I was excited cuz I could then delete the first six episodes, the ones I already had, from the hard drive.

Chris lent me a new Nero disk, so I had some room to do some downloading while I was out today. So, I’m enjoying the Comedy Central Roast of Larry the Cable Guy as I write this.

Wow, four pages of text. Pretty good for me this year. 2k9 has not been my year for writing, so far. I’ve been mostly staying away from the world. But, my DVD collection is stunning.

So, I’m now going to toss up a list of the DVDs I picked up today, just for fun.

Disaster Movie: Unrated (in the mailbox from Amazon, though I NEARLY got it at Blockbuster, having forgotten I’d ordered it)
Dominion Tank Police (Amazon)
Smallville Season 7 (Wal-Mart yesterday)
X-men 1.5 (Saturday’s Market)
40-Year old Virgin unrated (Saturday’s Market, might already have it out there)
Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen (Saturday’s Market) (note: I am totally in love with Lindsay Lohan, and will, before the end of the year, own every movie she’s done, no matter the quality of the product.)
Assault on Precinct 13 (Saturday’s Market, the remake)
Short Circuit 2 (got one from Wal-Mart, got home and the other was here from Amazon)
Novocaine (Saturday’s Market)
Night at the Museum (Saturday’s Market)
National Treasure 2 (Saturday’s Market)
Elektra (Saturday’s Market, the odds are really good I have this already, too)
Freddy Vs Jason (Saturday’s Market)
In Bruges (Blockbuster, great movie!)
Farce of the Penguins (Blockbuster)
Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy (Blockbuster, the old BBC one) (this has been on my MUST OWN list for forever.)
Semi-Pro unrated (Blockbuster)
Highlander: Endgame (Blockbuster)
Beowulf Director’s Cut (Blockbuster)
Mean Machine (Blockbuster; the old one, with Vinnie Jones, not Burt Reynolds or Adam Sandler, though I can recommend all three)

I also picked up a beautiful 4 gig mp3 player last week, which I adore with a fiery passion., and the Spirit two-disk.

I mention all this crap because I’m constantly hearing how nice it must be to have this kind of money to blow all the time.

Honestly, peeps… I think I’d give up about 600 of these movies for another couple of hours with those coy fish.

And I’d give up the whole damn apartment full of toys, books, movies, games, and sundry collectables to have someone here when I got home from work.

Walk in light, peeps.

Appreciate what you’ve got in your life, and if you want to borrow a movie… let me know

Just Justin

p.s. Wolverine was good, Star Trek was AWESOME...

I'm working on a list of the like...100 movies I've seen since I got back to PA, but not actively. I have three cups full of old tickets to look at, and most of my time, currently is spent sorting through things I should have already thrown away, like anything that references Tennessee, for example...
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