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Post by Macha on Jun 3, 2004 22:06:55 GMT -5
I really hope Julie is OK.
If anyone see's(sees) her licking her coffee ass, let me know. I'll take her to the vet.
All kidding aside, I care for you all and that I am strangely comfortable with it.
We are all in this world called the internet but we lead outernet lives and we all can understand that. Ever imagine a chat room like a real room...with corners and plaster and stuff? That is how I view this board. Like a big place that we all sporadically hang out in with different rooms for the different threads. The googled pictures are the pictures we bring in with us and show the room and the pseudo love triangles are really going on despite who has a significant other. The king and queens are standing around with their crowns and the music is playing in the DJ room. Pictures of Holly and Dane are posts as dartboards and Pete is running around in circles screaming 311, AFI, and ORGY.
I feel as dysfunctional (and intestinal) as we are; we are all one big e-family. That makes me feel all fuzzy inside.
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Post by LTrain06 on Jun 3, 2004 22:33:37 GMT -5
Yeah, I picture it as that scene in Big Fish when everyone from the stories shows up at the guy's funeral, and a giant, Danny deVito, and the Chinese twins get out of the car, and Billy Crudup recognizes them. that's what it's gonna be like the first time we all meet, if we do.
what are each of us doing while Pete is running in circles?
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Post by 2Short on Jun 4, 2004 8:42:07 GMT -5
You know you're gay when you dream about writing poems. I just wish that I knew what I wrote, because I remember waking up and thinking it was good shit.
I will never take a cold shower. I like them scalding hot.
When a muscular person stops lifting weights their muscles do not turn into fat; that is a myth. Muscle cells and fats cells are completely different.
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Post by Cheese on Jun 4, 2004 9:24:09 GMT -5
So the yard fix-y people are here to put gravel in our driveway and the really hot one is back. And i'm thinking 'wow I'd love to do him' and then I see the other 2 and i'm like 'hey... they're kinda hot too.... maybe they should join us'
Did I mention I just woke up?
Did I also mention when I answered the door they were standing on the sidewalk looking scared to death of our barking polar bear? (great pyrenees, whatever)
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Post by Julie on Jun 4, 2004 10:37:57 GMT -5
What if we were all to meet and hate each other? I love my e-family on here, but what if our 'ALIVE' personalities kicked the shit out of each other? I dont think it could be so, but ya never know. I think it was Sonshine who said if one of us died, no one would ever know. Well, I think we would know if Nick or Cal died, because one would tell the others about the other's demise (were all of my apostrophes in the right places, El?). But, I have no Nick or Cal in my corner, and I would just be dead. You all would think 'Julie hasnt been here in a while, she just left us, what a bitch!' Or, you wouldnt care at all that I am gone, but that is far too difficult for me to accept. So, if I am ever to leave, assume I am dead.
When I am sick, I dont change clothes. I have no job or other responsibilities, so I just stay in the same clothes until I am better. If I bathe, I change panties, but aside from that, all else remains. I consider these my 'tainted with sickness' clothes, so they stick with me through the duration of the sickness. It seems to work for me.
Thanks for caring about my pill mix-up, there were no side effects that I can tell, except that my fleas are gone now. Snaps! I was just upset that I took three wrong pills when I could have been three pills closer to healed. Her pills tasted nasty, it's no wonder my mom has to hide them in Peanut Butter. As a side note, I now need peanut butter to successfully pill-take.
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Post by NonDylan on Jun 4, 2004 11:26:18 GMT -5
Cheese's's's' "yard fixy people" story made me remember a memory from my past.
Summer of '02, I was dating a girl. Her name was JENNIFER. We had been dating for approximately two months. At her house, in her neighborhood, the next door neighbors were having work done to their garage. There was a construction team of burly guys working there most every day.
Jennifer and I would see them most every day, as I was over there quite a bit (we were dating). I'd joke with Jennifer about asking one of the guys out. It was all ha-has and what-the-fucks.
Then one night, as I'm making a very special present for Jennifer with my bare hands out of photographs and construction paper and soft words, she calls me after having RETURNED HOME FROM A DATE WITH ONE OF THE CONSTRUCTION WORKERS.
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She was calling to reassure me that it was a horrible date and (what do you know) the very attractive young man was in fact a complete idiot.
Wow. That was a fucked up summer in retrospect.
Most things are fucked up in retrospect.
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Post by Cheese on Jun 4, 2004 11:43:34 GMT -5
Wow. That was a fucked up summer in retrospect. Most things are fucked up in retrospect. Wow... I'm honored I could bring up such a shitty memory for you. I didn't know I had that sort of power. It if makes you feel any better those hot guys broke the side mirror off of my broken car. He seemed really sorry, but I almost laughed in his face cause he was all 'are you sure its ok? you aren't going to sell it or anything?' Broken head gasket means dead car forever. Should've burried under the gravel they put down. |
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Post by 2Short on Jun 4, 2004 11:47:18 GMT -5
she calls me after having RETURNED HOME FROM A DATE WITH ONE OF THE CONSTRUCTION WORKERS. I would have dumped that bitch right then and there. This reminded me of the time a pretty serious ex-girlfriend fucked some random guy at a party. The next day she asked me to go in half for the morning-after pill. That was the loudest I have ever laughed. |
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Post by LTrain06 on Jun 4, 2004 12:09:59 GMT -5
wait a minute...she TOLD you she had another date the previous night? what a dumb slut. If you're gonna cheat, don't tell! everyone knows that.
I burned my tongue last night on baked beans. I took a bite when they were steaming hot, and instead of spitting them out like I should have, I held them in my mouth and attempted to deal with it. Today my tongue is KILLING me, and what is worse, I am trying to eat pineapple. Yeah, it fuckin burns.
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Post by NonDylan on Jun 4, 2004 12:19:16 GMT -5
She felt bad for having done it. Yes, she may have been retarded for doing it, but she wasn't a huge fucking bitch who would cheat and never admit to it.
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Post by LTrain06 on Jun 4, 2004 13:50:57 GMT -5
This reminded me of the time a pretty serious ex-girlfriend fucked some random guy at a party. The next day she asked me to go in half for the morning-after pill. That was the loudest I have ever laughed. was this the same chick who you called security on at Target? why are they always demanding money from you? you seem to need restraining orders against exes all the time. speaking of which, anyone wanna hear the driveway breakup story again? it got the "best worst breakup" award from Warren, and to me that's a pretty high honor. |
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Post by michelle on Jun 4, 2004 13:57:42 GMT -5
i wanna hear the driveway break-up story. ive never heard it.
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Post by LTrain06 on Jun 4, 2004 14:29:09 GMT -5
I really like just pretending to do work. I'm too damn tired and lazy to do anything right now but sit here and shoot the shit on the board. I know there is shit to do, but I'd really rather whine.
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Post by Julie on Jun 4, 2004 15:50:54 GMT -5
This makes my heart do a happy dance. Only because you said 'really' in there. Makes me think you 'really' care. Love.
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Post by 2Short on Jun 5, 2004 0:57:47 GMT -5
Nick is the worst camera man ever.
I use a Chicago Bulls blanket that is 9 years old.
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