Tuesday, November 18, 2003

Tacit Tenacion.

Dilapoid: .. snails.


how do they have babies?

ive seen them sexing..

do they give birth to ready formed little snails, or do they lay eggs?

ive seen small snails, are they babies?

and do you think snails have their own council, where they are all just slugs but the asylum seekers from different parts of the garden get their own shell?

and the snails that worked there all their lives are stuck as slugs?

hmm.. so anyway, .. baby snails.. so you know?

Dilapoid: lol
Dilapoid: That is just great.
Dilapoid: "I've seen them sexing,,,:
Dilapoid: Heh.
Dilapoid: Well, bye, I guess.
Dilapoid: Time is out almost.
Semjaza Azazel: Okay.
Semjaza Azazel: See you later.
Dilapoid: YOU WILL LIKE RADIOHEAD
Semjaza Azazel: Maybe.
Dilapoid: YOU WILL THINK THOM YORKE IS A GENIUS
'
Dilapoid: YOU WILL WORSHIP HIM AND DIE FOR HIM
Dilapoid: YOU WILL EAT YELLOW FATTY BEANS AND YOU WILL BE REMINDED OF THE RHETORICS OF PENIS
Dilapoid: The rhetorics of penis.
Dilapoid: lol

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Monday, November 17, 2003

Who killed JFK?

For those who believe, no explanation is necessary. For those who do not, none will suffice.
— Saint Bernadette, the Little Flower, 1856

"For too long many researchers have known [Lyndon] Johnson was behind the conspiracy [to assassinate John F. Kennedy]. No one has been able to say it. Stated simple, LBJ killed JFK." So concludes Barr McClellan in his provocative new book Blood, Money & Power: How LBJ Killed JFK. McClellan, a former Johnson lawyer, sidesteps the sacred attorney-client confidentiality agreement to tell a story that, in his eyes, has to be told in order to renew democracy.

In the 1960s and '70s, McClellan worked for Ed Clark, a powerful political figure in Texas and Lyndon Johnson's personal attorney. McClellan directly links Clark, a life-long friend of Johnson's, to the assassination of President Kennedy on November 22, 1963. Armed with circumstantial evidence and cunning psychoanalysis, the author delineates his thesis that then Vice President Lyndon B. Johnson conspired to assassinate JFK in a heartless quest to become the leader of the most powerful nation in the world.

Painting a stark portrait of Johnson as a "psychopath," McClellan unravels a lurid tale of power, fear, and paranoia. Running parallel to Johnson's disquieting ambition is Ed Clark, McClellan's former boss, with whom the author had a bitter falling out in 1978. He describes his one-time mentor as a cutthroat power monger willing to sidestep any and all rules to get what he wants, which, in this case, was getting his friend into the oval office by any means necessary.

These two men, according to McClellan, are at the heart of the Kennedy assassination.

Although provocative, the book fails to convincingly link either Johnson or Clark to the assassination. Instead, it comes off as a revisionist smear campaign against Johnson and Clark.

McClellan alleges that LBJ was willing to go to extremes to fulfill his political ambition, including, but not limited to, winning his slot in the Texas Senate by illegally "stuffing boxes" in the 1948 election. He describes the former president as a megalomaniac who "in his often-repeated visions of grandeur, he considered himself God."

Clark is given equal status as a man who had a "wide-open notion of no law at all, of being the law unto himself." Clark was a simple man who, through vigorous, nefarious planning, married "above himself" in order to gain an air of affluence. It should be noted that Clark, according to McClellan, was the puppet master who set in motion the chain of events that would culminate with his client, and good friend, usurping the moniker "commander in chief."

The book details fascinating conspiratorial meetings, "overlooked" details of Johnson's life, and a smoking gun in the form of a partial fingerprint -- which has been dismissed by many experts as inconclusively belonging to a cohort with ties to Clark -- found in assassin Lee Harvey Oswald's crows nest, the infamous book depository.

Upon a closer inspection of the book's introduction, we discover that those fascinating conspiratorial meetings aren't documented fact but "faction," a "journalistic novel . . . this documentary approach to show the facts will help set out the steps that had to be taken and how and why they were taken." In essence, this means that a certain "creative license" was employed in order to flesh out his theory. (It is a technique not dissimilar from the acted dramatizations used in television programs like America's Most Wanted and Unsolved Mysteries. Though rooted in fact, they are often a sensational account of what really happened.)

The overlooked details of Johnson's life, those that, according to McClellan, have been all but ignored by Johnson biographers, include disturbing stories of Johnson's youth in which the author claims that Johnson tortured and killed a mule as well as having killed a dog with explosives.

Shockingly, the author cites these unsubstantiated acts as proof that Johnson had it in him to order the execution of his boss, President Kennedy. Employing elementary psychoanalysis, McClellan surmises that "this wanton destruction of domesticated animals starkly reveals the pathological character of Johnson's personality . simply stated, Johnson's tough-guy childhood made him a juvenile delinquent by today's standards and showed character traits that would be signals of trouble yet to come."

In addition to these "mind-blowing' revelations," McClellan claims to have been privy to inside information regarding the alleged conspiracy. While this information may seem compelling to some readers, others will disregard it for what it truly is: simple uncorroborated hearsay.

McClellan alleges that his co-workers, who were sworn to secrecy regarding the conspiracy, had no problem divulging details to those who were in the loop (i.e. lawyers who were protected by the attorney-client confidentiality laws). Everything that McClellan states as insider information comes not from his intimate dealings with the conspiracy but from those loud-mouthed co-workers who were in on it. This hard-hitting evidence, as McClellan -- an attorney -- should know, would be inadmissible were it ever submitted to a court of law.

The author tries valiantly to close the books on the JFK assassination once and for all, but his paper-thin theory, bizarre rationale, and mean-spirited attacks on President Johnson and Clark (it is obvious time and time again that McClellan has some unspoken beef with them) just do not make the grade.

Conspiracy theorists and those who've vaguely believed in a Johnson connection will undoubtedly devour this book. Fervent believers will champion McClellan as a brave friend of democracy who, after 40 years, came forth to tell a disturbing tale of absolute power. To those who believe in the "Oswald acted alone" theory put forth by the infamous Warren Commission so many decades ago, this book is yet another sleazy attempt to cash in on the death of a greatly admired President. The simple truth is that there is no simple truth. We'll never know why Kennedy was killed and who, if popular theory is true, was in on the conspiracy.

Books outlining vast conspiracies will continue to be written and Americans will continue to devour them. McClellan's book, according to his publisher, Hannover House, had an initial print run of 100,000 copies. The book will undoubtedly sell well, go back to the presses for multiple printings, and carve a nice little niche for itself in the pantheon of long-reaching JFK conspiracy theories. But it will not close the book on the Kennedy assassination. Both camps, those who believe and those who do not, will always argue and uncover stunning revelatory details in this fascinating case, but neither camp will ultimately prove or disprove the events that led to the senseless killing of our 35th president.
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Mein Kempf.

You're talking to someone and they use a lot of slang and misspell a lot of words, like: "n or an" instead of and, "u" instead of you, not capitalizing "I", not using apostrophes "im, dont, cant", "ur" instead of your or you're, and such common online slang, you: Correct EVERY mistake they make, and make them feel as stupid as possible with your biting sarcasm.

That is so me.

In this whole quiz, how many, if any, spelling mistakes did I make? 10.


You are the Adolf Hitler of spelling. Your
grammatic regimine is so strict, no erros get
past you, and no one with bad grammar talks to
you for very long. If anyone doesn't use at
least relatively good grammar, they don't have
a chance with you. (By the way, there were
eight intentional spelling errors, if you found
more, check on them to be sure they are errors
and let me know. I don't want to be a
hypocrite.)


Are you a Spelling Nazi?
brought to you by Quizilla


lol. This quiz is so great...seriously, it made my day.


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Sunday, November 16, 2003

That's the way.

God bless you, John F Kennedy.

The forest is lovely, dark and deep
And I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep
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All around me are famliar faces, familar places. Going nowhere. Going nowhere.

I can't seem to get enough of "Mad World." It's just so catchy.

Today I didn't do much. I don't want to say I did nothing, because I guess I've said that nearly every post, haven't I?

My Dad has been yelling at me non-stop this weekend if seems. He doesn't exactly yell, but the confrontational way he talks and the way he says everything in general to me just makes it about the same.

Lately I've been in my room if I'm at home. I don't want to talk to anyone, I just want to be down here and be alone. So we haven't been fighting as much.

But now he comes down in my room. He sits here and yells at me since I don't have a job yet, and I just sit here on my computer. I think I already know enough myself what I'm doing. I don't need to be told it again.

Today he's been especially hard on me. Everytime he'd see me online he'd come down and bitch at me for being on. He's also been saying he's going to get rid of my phone connection so I can't get online so many times it's not even funny.

It's strange that he hasn't just deleted my trial version already. He keeps saying he's going to but never does.

Supposedly last night, as he was going to the bathroom, he saw that I was on at 2:00, and has mentioned that a lot of times today as well. I was actually online until 6:00 AM in the morning. I was only on because I was talking to Shy.

As I was finally leaving for Ryan's, my Dad stops me. He puts his hands on my shoulders, holding it kind of tightly. "Look at me Mitchell."

I just looked away. "What you're doing isn't normal," is what he said. "Sitting online so long isn't normal."

I'd say it's more normal than he knows. The internet has become a big part of a lot of people's lives, for better or worse.

He has also been telling me what he thinks of Ryan. Ryan is probably more of a friend to me now than Adam.

He keeps saying that Ryan is a shut-in, that he's a loser, that I should find a new friend instead.

Yeah, and look at him. His best friend is an alcoholic from all I see, even though he's a nice guy, mostly.

And how is the internet too different from watching a TV? I actually think it's better. And my Dad sits there and watches TV endlessly too. As well as he lets my brother sit there and just play the PS2 all day non-stop. And yet he doesn't get yelled at for it.

Ah well.

______________________

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had.

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday, happy birthday.
Made to feel the way any child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen.

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BOB

Dilapoid: I'm sorry I didn't put a little sketch of what my poem was about in the beginning of my post the first time. I will from now on if I ever post something like that again heh.
Dilapoid: I meant it totally in fun. For humor. But I guess some people will hate it.
JamesOtaku01: It's okay. It would probably have been better to just say your opinion on the issue...and then write your poem
JamesOtaku01: *nods* I understood what it was. It just wasn't right on its own :-)
Dilapoid: Yeah.
Dilapoid: I agreed with you, Jeh.
Dilapoid: I wasn't thinking.
Dilapoid: It was late at night lol.
JamesOtaku01: It's okay; we all make mistakes
JamesOtaku01: No big deal :-)
Dilapoid: Yeah.
Dilapoid: I swear, my first poem I posted could've been a song.
JamesOtaku01: :-)
Dilapoid: Me and Tony swore to it being a first song if we make a band...lol.
Dilapoid: Then we can be remembered as the die it so da guys.
JamesOtaku01: lol
Dilapoid: And you really have to read that like it looks lol.
Dilapoid: It sounds so much better.
Dilapoid: Die it so da.
Dilapoid: It just has this musical chime to it.
JamesOtaku01: Agreed. :-)
Dilapoid: Heh.
Dilapoid: Dilapoid: Zooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.
Dilapoid: Zock a zoodle zoo!
Dilapoid: Zark!
Dilapoid: Zeow!
Afnanno: o.o
Dilapoid: *laughs*
Afnanno: stupid french animals
Dilapoid: Heh.
JamesOtaku01: o_O;;;;;
JamesOtaku01: freaky stuff ;-)
Dilapoid: O_o;;;;;
Dilapoid: Let's do the face dance!
Dilapoid: O_o;;;;;
Dilapoid: o_O;;;;
Dilapoid: O_O;;;;;
Dilapoid: 0_o;;;;;
Dilapoid: o_0;;;;;
Dilapoid: lol
Dilapoid: That was fun.
JamesOtaku01: lol
Dilapoid: Come on James, you know you want to do it.
Dilapoid: It's so fun.
JamesOtaku01: o_O;;;; O_O;;;; O_o
JamesOtaku01: :-D
Dilapoid: Heh.
Dilapoid: Mine was better!
Dilapoid: Hahahah./
Dilapoid: ...Or something.
JamesOtaku01: Head looking left to right; o_O O_O O_o ....it's also a Charlie's Angels thing in some ways. o_OP
Dilapoid: lol
Dilapoid: '~;;;;;;;;;;; O.O ;;;;;;;;;;~'
Dilapoid: Meet Bob.
Dilapoid: He's a cool smilie.
Dilapoid: He also likes hugs.
Dilapoid: Especially kinky, sexy hugs.
Dilapoid: *hugs Bob*
Dilapoid: Feels so damn good.
Dilapoid: Hurt so good.
JamesOtaku01: Bob looks like he's been hit by a semi-trailer.
JamesOtaku01: and subsequently spread across the pavement.
Dilapoid: James, now, don't make fun of him!
Dilapoid: Just because he was beaten to a bloody pulp by his father when he was younger doesn't give you the right to make fun of him!
Dilapoid: He's a cool guy, he really is.
JamesOtaku01: I'm just acknowledging his disability.
JamesOtaku01: ...and ugliness.
Dilapoid: lol
Dilapoid: And I'm just hugging him.
Dilapoid: See the difference?
Dilapoid: Love or acknoledgement.
Dilapoid: Which is better?
Dilapoid: Too bad I can't spell either.
Dilapoid: Come on now, hug Bob. Show him that you don't care that he looks different.
Dilapoid: Let's do a group hug.
Dilapoid: ...lol.
JamesOtaku01: But I do care that he looks different.
JamesOtaku01: Especially when he flakes all over the carpet like that.
Dilapoid: You prejudicial Barney the Dinosaur!
Dilapoid: For this, I shall stone you and bite my thumb at you!
Dilapoid: *bites thumb and throws a stone at your foot*
Dilapoid: *continues hugging Bob*
Dilapoid: Bob: DaNKs fer TEH Hugz
JamesOtaku01: Ouch...he's an idiot too.
JamesOtaku01: Now I like him even less than before.
Dilapoid: Bob: Dat Dames duhde make FUn of ME!
Dilapoid: Look, you made him cry.
Dilapoid: You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch.
JamesOtaku01: Hehe, Mr. Grinch would cry if he met me. ;-)
JamesOtaku01: Why, I punch baby dolphins for fun.
JamesOtaku01: I use puppies as footballs on the weekend.
JamesOtaku01: I have a Hello Kitty dartboard.
JamesOtaku01: The list goes on.
Dilapoid: ~;;;;;;; O . O ;;;;;~
* *
* *
* *
Dilapoid: Okay, he cries crooked.
Dilapoid: But look, you made him cry!
JamesOtaku01: I'll fix that. *pokes his eyes out with a skewer*
JamesOtaku01: Now he can't cry. He has no eyes.
Dilapoid: ';;;;;;;;;; X . X ;;;;;;;'
*** ***
*** *** * * *** ****

Dilapoid: Look, you made him bleed!
JamesOtaku01: Hm...now it's blood and not tears.
JamesOtaku01: Oh well.
JamesOtaku01: At least it makes him somewhat interesting.
Dilapoid: But Bob was always interesting!
JamesOtaku01: Bob is a dropkick.
Dilapoid: Bob: Uh see um. Dadda, no dadda no dadaa. DADDA NO!
JamesOtaku01: He should have been shot at birth.
Dilapoid: Listen to him.
Dilapoid: Now all he can see is his Dad hitting him again and again.
JamesOtaku01: I wish his dad would use something sharp.
Dilapoid: lol
Dilapoid: Now I need to give him drugs.
Dilapoid: Look what you've done.
Dilapoid: *gives him some morphine*
Dilapoid: ~;;;;;; X . X ;;;;;;~
<--------------------------------------[Teh needle]
Dilapoid: Look at him now.
Dilapoid: He's falling apart.
JamesOtaku01: *gives him several thousand doses of morphine*
Dilapoid: It's all your fault.
JamesOtaku01: Why won't he just die?
JamesOtaku01: Why is it taking so long?
Dilapoid: Because he's a poor old child.
Dilapoid: *hugs him*
Dilapoid: Bob: Dat Jums guy mean!
JamesOtaku01: Old child? LOL
JamesOtaku01: *drops a piano on him*
JamesOtaku01: C'mon, c'mon...
JamesOtaku01: Jums? Oh that's IT!
JamesOtaku01: *throws the White House at him*
Dilapoid: Is this possible?
JamesOtaku01: Yes.... o_O
JamesOtaku01: I'll clean it up later.
Dilapoid: Do you really control the subsequent powers to just suddenly throw something that must wiegh at least 40 tons or more?
Dilapoid: *weigh
JamesOtaku01: Yes.
Dilapoid: *.*
Dilapoid: Oh well.
Dilapoid: Bob has died now.
Dilapoid: It's all your fault.
Dilapoid: *hugs his dead, bleeding, gone body*
JamesOtaku01: and how are the powers subsequent? They were always there, regardless of Bob1
JamesOtaku01: !
JamesOtaku01: Ah, finally
JamesOtaku01: He's gone.
JamesOtaku01: *cleans the White House and puts it back*
Dilapoid: -----------------------------------
| RIP |
| Bob Burns |
| Faithful and loyal brother to James
Forever
JamesOtaku01: I like the footnote there...
JamesOtaku01: As though he'll now haunt me in all his spaminess
JamesOtaku01: o_O
Dilapoid: lol
Dilapoid: His grave's kind of...made of...wood.
Dilapoid: But yeah.
JamesOtaku01: Oh well
Dilapoid: It costed so much...and you wouldn't even pay for any of it.
Dilapoid: You illegit brother.
JamesOtaku01: It's not like people haven't sworn to haunt me from the grave before.
JamesOtaku01: *looks at list*
JamesOtaku01: I have...let's see...
JamesOtaku01: I have three stalkers
JamesOtaku01: I have two hijackers
JamesOtaku01: One kidnapper
JamesOtaku01: And two ghosts.
JamesOtaku01: Well, now I have three.
JamesOtaku01: -_-
Dilapoid: And now you have Bob.
Dilapoid: No.
Dilapoid: Bob is too special.
Dilapoid: He must be remembered as Bob.
JamesOtaku01: His stupidness and spaminess will be remembered
JamesOtaku01: It will be infamous, rather than famous
JamesOtaku01: But that's his own fault
Dilapoid: He never spammed.
JamesOtaku01: He didn't take calligraphy lessons, nor did he learn Latin
JamesOtaku01: He WAS spam. He was the epitome of spam.
Dilapoid: No it isn't hist fault, it was his Dad's.
JamesOtaku01: He was a personification of spam.
Dilapoid: His Dad did it.
JamesOtaku01: Well, his dad should be killed too.
JamesOtaku01: Along with him
Dilapoid: He beat him to a bloody pulp one day...and ran him over twice.
JamesOtaku01: What a waste of the gene pool.
Dilapoid: lol
JamesOtaku01: We might as well go back and murder the entire family
Dilapoid: Bob was beautiful.
JamesOtaku01: they're all obviously stupid.
Dilapoid: Just admit it.
Dilapoid: What's so stupid about them?
JamesOtaku01: Beautiful? Then why don't you marry him?
Dilapoid: Already marrying 4 people on OB lol.
JamesOtaku01: lol
Dilapoid: I can add him to my sig...for you.
JamesOtaku01: Fair enough ;-)
Dilapoid: lol
Dilapoid: This convo is going in My O for certain. Heh.
JamesOtaku01: You can put him in your sig if you like to live dangerously.
Dilapoid: I will.
Dilapoid: I'll make him all dead and bloody.
Dilapoid: Then: "James. Meet Bob. He's back from the dead."
JamesOtaku01: Good. It gives me a reason to be hostile. And I love being hostile.
JamesOtaku01: *cackles nastily*
Dilapoid: lol
Dilapoid: James, what if you were Bob?
Dilapoid: What would you think?
Dilapoid: Afnanno: Bob Otaku
Afnanno: :o
Dilapoid: Hm. Bob Otaku./
JamesOtaku01: If I was Bob..
JamesOtaku01: I could kill myself.
JamesOtaku01: And I'd take everyone down with me.
Dilapoid: You wouldm't have the capacity.
JamesOtaku01: I'd tear a black hole in space, by gum.
Dilapoid: You have the intelligence...of a log.
Dilapoid: A very beautiful log.
JamesOtaku01: Well yeah, if I'm as dumb as Bob, I probably wouldn't be able to do it.
Dilapoid: Exactly.
Dilapoid: That's why it's so mean to not see him for what he is lol.
Dilapoid: James is mean.. :-(
JamesOtaku01: But he's an idiot.
JamesOtaku01: So I see him for what he is; an idiot.
JamesOtaku01: You're darn right I'm mean.
JamesOtaku01: I enjoy it.
Dilapoid: No he isn't. He is a sad old boy that was crushed by his father.
JamesOtaku01: I relish it.
Dilapoid: lol
JamesOtaku01: If he and his father BOTH die, I will be happy.
Dilapoid: His Dad didn't die. He was sent to Africa.
Dilapoid: Why I don't know. But they said he went to Africa.
Dilapoid: I'm pretty sure he got AIDS there, even had another kid.
JamesOtaku01: Oh well...that's good enough for the moment I guess. Hopefully he'll have sex with a mosquito and die.
Dilapoid: Maybe even named him Bob.
Dilapoid: I don't think it's possible to have sex with a mosquito.
Dilapoid: That's like trying to ride dust.
JamesOtaku01: lol
Dilapoid: Plus the area is too small...you can't get an orgasm.
JamesOtaku01: Oh I don't know...if he took his tweezers and magnifying glass out
JamesOtaku01: Of course, if he dropped the insect in a drop of semen
Dilapoid: I'm pretty sure looking at that under a microscope would turn anyone on.
JamesOtaku01: Maybe SOMETHING would fertilize.
Dilapoid: lol
JamesOtaku01: Surely it'd injest some liquid in there somewhere.
JamesOtaku01: ...LOL
Dilapoid: And then it would mutate into a Semensquito.]
Dilapoid: And it would be there as you had sex, masturbated, whatever.
JamesOtaku01: Yeah. I think the sperm would be big enough that they'd really hurt when they entered.
Dilapoid: And it would go in the walls of the vagina sucking out the semen in there.
Dilapoid: lol
JamesOtaku01: Mitch, I think you've been watching too much insect porn.
Dilapoid: James, you have created a horrid creature.
JamesOtaku01: It's not good for you, my boy.
Dilapoid: Blame it on the pope.
Dilapoid: He just made me want to..
JamesOtaku01: Yeah...because popes and insect porn are related on so many levels.
Dilapoid: I mean, he's so grey, and so...fogey and celibacied.
Dilapoid: I totally agree.
Dilapoid: I think about as much of a mosquito as I do the pope.
Dilapoid: And they both suck the life out of something.
Dilapoid: And they both worship something.
JamesOtaku01: celibacied? LOL!
Dilapoid: You like how I make up words?
Dilapoid: I do too.
JamesOtaku01: It's such a stupid word! lol
JamesOtaku01: but so apt
Dilapoid: lol
Dilapoid: Yes.
JamesOtaku01: "I got celibacied last night"
JamesOtaku01: You know, as if it's a verb or something
Dilapoid: lol
Dilapoid: That's what I do. Mess with words.
Dilapoid: lol
JamesOtaku01: Yes, we're all acutely aware of that ;-)
Dilapoid: Acutely?
Dilapoid: Heh.
JamesOtaku01: *nods*
JamesOtaku01: You bet your ass.
Dilapoid: Banalities of my banality.
Dilapoid: Yes. I bet my ass for...for some ass.
JamesOtaku01: You can't have banal without anal.
Dilapoid: You banally anal maggot.
Dilapoid: Hah.
JamesOtaku01: Ouch! You're the second person to use the word maggot in reference to me.
Dilapoid: I wasn't really refering to you.
Dilapoid: I love my Jeh.
JamesOtaku01: Ot
Dilapoid: I was just feeling the urge to use the word maggot again.
JamesOtaku01: *It's okay
JamesOtaku01: I'm a big boy.
Dilapoid: Maggot is one of my favorite words.
Dilapoid: Well, if you're a big boy...then let's have some fun with this./
JamesOtaku01: No...I'm not letting you in my pants.
Dilapoid: James, you maggot. You crawl around on the ground. You talk about things as insipid as love. And only a maggot could make something as sick and fucking twisted as that. You sit there and suck the fucking blood and marrow out of everything you touch. You sat there and just killed Bob like he was some kind of Richard Simmons rag doll. You're just a fucking maggot. That's all you are. Climbing around and crawling around, growing from other's misfortunes.

Maggot.
Dilapoid: lool
Dilapoid: I didn't mean any of that.
Dilapoid: lol
Dilapoid: Really.
Dilapoid: ...*.*
Dilapoid: :p
Dilapoid: Pray tell, did you see the Matrix reference?
JamesOtaku01: Yeah, the Smith reference.
Dilapoid: Me and Smith think alike.
JamesOtaku01: Heh.
Dilapoid: Are you crying yet? lol.
JamesOtaku01: No. I'm closer to laughter than tears. ;-)
Dilapoid: Hark, James! Hark lest you age. Eat thine feces of thy youth.
Dilapoid: And to tell, what doest it taste of? Does it taste of youth, the deadest thing you once knew, that is now only a cesspool of waste? Or does it taste good, and well, and all things grand and great?
Dilapoid: Heh.
Dilapoid: I need a life.
JamesOtaku01: Yes, you do.
Dilapoid: Will you be my life?A
Dilapoid: lol
Dilapoid: OB ISH MY LIFE.
Dilapoid: *worships*
JamesOtaku01: Hehe
Dilapoid: Yes. Hehe. He.
JamesOtaku01: Absolutely.
Dilapoid: Nothing is absolute.
Dilapoid: :p
JamesOtaku01: My "Hehe" is absolute.
JamesOtaku01: It is absolute and it is final.
JamesOtaku01: And that's all there is to say.
Dilapoid: No. Hehe is a poor man's porn.
Dilapoid: You must go.
Dilapoid: LOLZ
Dilapoid: THATS SO GODSDAMNED FUNNY LOLZ

JamesOtaku01: I couldn't do that, because if I did, I would cease to exist.
Dilapoid: lol
Dilapoid: Well, I did it.
Dilapoid: If I can do it you can.
Dilapoid: Now, come on James, do it for me.
Dilapoid: Amuse me.
JamesOtaku01: Yes, but your intelligence and sanity are both questionable.
Dilapoid: Sanity isn't a needed thing.
Dilapoid: lol
JamesOtaku01: Well, you don't need it, apparently. ;-)
Dilapoid: Hey, my point is to have fun with everything.
Dilapoid: Makes me laugh and smile.
JamesOtaku01: Heyy, chill out on me dudez. I waz only pl@yin around ~_^
Dilapoid: lol
Dilapoid: Is this like a one-time thing for you?
JamesOtaku01: Playing with phrases, you know.
Dilapoid: I think this face looks pretty sexy on you.
Dilapoid: You should wear it more often...
Dilapoid: Wear it like a condom.
Dilapoid: Use it so you don't get any disease and keep as sane as you can.
JamesOtaku01: Wear it on my genitals?
Dilapoid: If you want, sure.
Dilapoid: Have someone pen what you said on there too.
JamesOtaku01: I don't want spam anywhere near my gentials.
JamesOtaku01: That could be quite disasterous.
Dilapoid: Okay. We'll rename it something else.
Dilapoid: We'll call it Maps.
Dilapoid: Maps is a special thing.
Dilapoid: You want that near your penis.
Dilapoid: It feels good there.
JamesOtaku01: ...
Dilapoid: Spam spelling backwards.
Dilapoid: *spelled
JamesOtaku01: I think you've been baking too many pies or something.
Dilapoid: What kind of pies?
Dilapoid: his is the most important thing?
Dilapoid: *This
JamesOtaku01: Whichever turn you on.
Dilapoid: No James.
Dilapoid: This doesn't work.
Dilapoid: I must know.
JamesOtaku01: You should know.
JamesOtaku01: It's not up to me to tell you.
JamesOtaku01: The opposite is true.
Dilapoid: But I don't know which turn me on.
JamesOtaku01: Then you face quite the teenage dilemma.
Dilapoid: How many pies have I been baking, too?
Dilapoid: I need to know this.
Dilapoid: Yeah. All I am is a stupid teenager lol. :p
JamesOtaku01: All you need to do is check the pie-debris around your genitals.
JamesOtaku01: That should give you your answer.
JamesOtaku01: I really wouldn't know.
Dilapoid: *checks*
Dilapoid: I don't see any.
Dilapoid: James, did you steal some?
Dilapoid: You could be the genital fairy.
JamesOtaku01: You don't see any genitals?
Dilapoid: lol
Dilapoid: No comment,.
Dilapoid: :p
Dilapoid: [Of course.]
JamesOtaku01: ...or pie debris?
JamesOtaku01: ~_^
Dilapoid: Is this what a penis is oft referred to in Jame's magic world of sexual diversion and investigation?
Dilapoid: The JMWSDI?
Dilapoid: I'm wondering, is this a government organization?
JamesOtaku01: *pats your head* Does Mitch want a cookie?
Dilapoid: What kind of cookie is it?
Dilapoid: A nookie cookie?
JamesOtaku01: A chocolate chip cookie.
Dilapoid: I guess I'll take it.
Dilapoid: Why are you giving it to me?
Dilapoid: Trying to get me to shut up or something?
JamesOtaku01: Never you mind. Don't bite the hand that feeds you.
JamesOtaku01: Accept a gift when it is given to you.
JamesOtaku01: *gives you the cookie*
Dilapoid: I don't deserve this cookie.
Dilapoid: Oh James, thou art too fine.
Dilapoid: Or something.
JamesOtaku01: No, you don't. But I am generous.
Dilapoid: There I have bit the hand that feeds me.
JamesOtaku01: No you haven't.
Dilapoid: Then what do I have to do?
Dilapoid: lol
JamesOtaku01: Hm...too many possibilities to entertain.
JamesOtaku01: *puts the cookie away*
Dilapoid: I already ate it.
Dilapoid: You must have reached in my stomach and pulled it out.
JamesOtaku01: I took it back. :-)
Dilapoid: I hope your hand is burning off.
JamesOtaku01: It's fine.
Dilapoid: Ah well.
Dilapoid: There goes what I ate.
Dilapoid: Now I'm empty again.
JamesOtaku01: Indeed.
Dilapoid: Why did you take it back?
JamesOtaku01: Because I'm manipulative.
Dilapoid: You play with me like I'm a rag doll.
Dilapoid: Next you'll force me into sex with a zebra.
JamesOtaku01: Well...I'm only playing with words.
Dilapoid: I'll tell you know though, James. I have been celibacied my whole life..
Dilapoid: *now
JamesOtaku01: Oh, you still have a long way to go. Don't worry about it.
Dilapoid: I'm only having fun lol.
JamesOtaku01: So am I. ^_^
Dilapoid: [Then quit straying from this.]
Dilapoid: lol
JamesOtaku01: Who is straying? I'm not. I'm always in control.
Dilapoid: JamesOtaku01: Well...I'm only playing with words.
JamesOtaku01: You're fun to play with. :-)
Dilapoid: I think I am more in control...lol.
Dilapoid: Who knows.
Dilapoid: I am the one that keeps saying new things as they come to my mind.
Dilapoid: I am in control of this conversation.
Dilapoid: Bah.
Dilapoid: Or something.
JamesOtaku01: Hehe
Dilapoid: James, your name spelled backwards is Semaj.
JamesOtaku01: You're a mouse in my maze.
Dilapoid: lol
JamesOtaku01: But it's okay. :-)
Dilapoid: I sense a conspiracy.
JamesOtaku01: *pats Mitch* I luv u.
Dilapoid: I really sense a conspiracy.
JamesOtaku01: I don't doubt it!
Dilapoid: Semaj was awesioem.
Dilapoid: And then he was banned.
Dilapoid: I also think he's related to Tony. Must be brotherly love.
Dilapoid: James, I think you were Semaj.
JamesOtaku01: I must get going. *bows* It was nice talking to you. I must try to wrap you up a little more often. ~_^
Dilapoid: Wrap me up?
Dilapoid: So now I'm only a penis?
Dilapoid: lol
Dilapoid: Okay.
JamesOtaku01: Hehe. ;-)
JamesOtaku01: Bye bye
Dilapoid: It was great talking.
Dilapoid: Yeah.
Dilapoid: Bye.
JamesOtaku01 signed off at 1:44:23 PM.
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The rainbow goes doopy doopa doo.

Didn't do too much today. Most of today I was yet again in my somewhat humored yet not humored mood which is manifested by my feeling that I am getting depressed but don't want to and don't see reason to since, well, why get depressed over things when you don't have to?

It's been like this all week, mostly. I have been especially bitter in school lately. My heart is just gone when I'm there. I just want everything to settle down already. I want to have a steady job, I want all these imminent stresses to go away.

The thing that stresses me the most is the facts of geting a job, going through college, and things like that. Everything is tied in there.

My school work continues to get more rushed and sloppy. I got 1.5/5 on a math worksheet this week, along with 5.5/10 on another. In Computer Programming I can't even think anymore. I just don't want to do it anymore, and whatever heart that I had for it is gone. The main thing about it that I hate the most is how frustrating it is. Programming is like speaking a different language..things aren't said in the same way as in the way you speak, nor in the same order. And something always goes wrong in the program I am making. Plus we've started learning about loops, and I look on it with my cynical attitude of who cares, and it doesn't matter. I still don't understand loops.

I totally hate the way the book we have teaches us how to do things in visual basic as well. It tells you what to put in for your code, and doesn't really allow any explanation. This is horrible. It's just regurgitating useless information. Earlier in this year I would actually force myself to enter what it wanted to do without copying the code, but no longer. As I said, my heart isn't in it.

In Newspaper I just sit there and listen to music, browse OB, and in all, do nothing. This issue we have been assigned groups of three people, and I was told by my group that I was going to only do some shorts, not a story. So I haven't done anything. As it goes, the other people that are doing the story, of course, haven't gotten it done. So that's going to hurt my grade in that class.

In English this week we've just been reading The Adventures of Huck Finn. I'm again at the point where I don't want to even read the book. The plot twists that Twain puts in this book are way too sudden in my opinion. Or perhaps I just don't like this kind of unpainted writing.

I do like the book so far, but I don't know, I don't particularily like reading any longer. My heart is gone from that as well. I don't know. It has to do with I don't have the attention span to read, as well as other things. It's mostly that I don't enjoy reading any longer, along with endless amounts of other things.

I also didn't write anything most of last week. The only time I wrote something was when I forced myself to write a poem, and also a quickly written poem for English that I did at the last minute right as they were due.

What else.

I have hated PE so much. We have been doing our CPR unit for a few weeks now, and it's all in a boring classroom, and all is basically the same thing each and every day. We watch a video telling how to do some certain form of CPR, whether it be child or otherwise, and then we practice on mannequins. Boring and useless.

My heart is just not in anything anymore. I'm struggling to try and force myself to get a job. Every week that passes I endlessly wish I just had a job already, and tell myself I'm going to try and get one. Never happens. I just end up being as lazy as hell and getting yelled at by my Dad that I sit on the internet too long and that I don't do anything.

My Dad also says I need more friends, that I need to go to football games from my school, and that I need to be more social. He also says that one of my only friends I have--Ryan--is a shut-in and that I should find someone better to hang out with. Sure, whatever.

This weekend I have been going over to Ryan's to play Battlefield 1942. It's a war game that is very entertaining when played over a LAN. So we've been playing that.

Later today, we decided to go to Adam's. Jolie, who is sort of a friend of mine, was also there. Jolie is about six years older than me, as well as Adam and Ryan.

We played Magic the card game. Adam, for whatever reason, decided he was going to write down everything that happened during the game. So he did.

Jolie kept patronizing him for doing it for no reason.

When we started playing our second game, I read the first letter of my back card, since that's how you determine turn order--by who has the lowest letter in the alphabet.

I said, "P."

Ryan followed soon after with, "M."

And then Jolie finished with, "S."

We stood silenced for a second. Then burst out laughing. It was just so funny--I mean, what are the chances that, in certain order, and read order, you would get PMS, of all things? Quite funny. Jolie and I and Ryan all started laughing at this, but Adam didn't.

Half way through our game, Jolie withdrew, saying she wasn't going to play, since she didn't like Adam writing everything down. She then packed up and left, saying that Adam was pissed at her for doing what she had.

Adam was just in a bad mood it seemed anyways.

We stood outside Adam's driveway, just talking. I left soon after, since I had to be home at 12.

And that is the extent of what I did today.

I still don't see how I'm ever going to be able to get a supportive enough job ever...I can't even get a job now. I'm so damn lazy it's not even funny any longer.
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Saturday, November 15, 2003

Gary Jules-Mad World

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
And their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tommorow, no tommorow

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying
Are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
’cos I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It’s a very, very
Mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday, happy birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what’s my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very
Mad world, mad world

Enlarge your world
Mad world
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Friday, November 14, 2003

This took forever.

1) what is your name? Mitchell Grant Smith. I prefer just Mitch, which is fine. If I ever get a book published, or such (which I do doubt), then I will either go by a penname of some sortyness, or MG Smith, which has a nice ring to it. Or so I suppose. Some other things that people have called me are: Smitch (reminds me of Smurf), Bitch (reminds me of...something), Itch (reminds me of lust and its arcs), Lich (reminds me of death), Sinch (that just sounds too easy, you know), Hitch (reminds me of connection), Grinch (Dr.Seuss is a God), Pinch (sounds something like a pin), Rich (something I'd rather never be), Ich (sounds German to me. I wonder, is it?), Wick (makes me think of candles), Nit (sounds like something degrading to me). I think that's enough. There are limitless possibilities.
(2) Are you happy with it? I don't really mind it. I wish I had a cool name like Edgar Allan Poe, though.
(3) Are you named after anyone? Supposedly, as it goes, my Mom was infatuated with a kid in High School of this name, and sought to name me after it. My middle name is of my real father's; his was also Grant.
(5) Your screenname: MitchTheWriter, CruxedChimera, gurthang16, cruxedchimera17, Sir Meh, Dilapoid.
(6) Would you name a child of yours after you? No. Do not give mention of this ever again or I shall shoot your wall.
(7) Then what would you name your children? Sextus, Chace, Guy, Luger, Mag't, Twain, Pixie, Velix, Benign, Wolton, Velouria, Prista, Banel, Banal, Atricia, Inflect, and to top it all off, Hugor.
(8) If you were born a member of the opposite sex, what would your name be? My name would be...Mitch. Shut up, I can hear you laughing...
(9) If you could switch names with a friend, who would that be? I would switch it with Richard Simmons in a cocktail party of drunken implications.
(10) Are there any mispronounciations/typos that people do with your name constantly? Not really.
(11) Would you drop your last name if you became famous? No.

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BASICS
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(12) Your sex: Masculine.
(13) Straight/gay/bi? Linear.
(14) Single? Yes indeed.
(15) Want to be? Writer, dreamer, lover.
(16) Your birthdate: October 12th, 1986.
(17) Your age: As old as cabbage. Rotten, black cabbage. With little whisps for leaves.
(18) Age you act: I act like I'm one hundred seventy-two.
(19) Age you wish you were: Negative forty-five.
(20) Your height: As long as a crux.
(21) The color of your eyes: Green, I think.
(22) Happy with it? I would like black eyes that are as black as the sky; ones that had my pupils in them, white little dashes, like twinkling stars.
(23) The color of your hair: Some consider it blonde. I consider it brown.
(24) Happy with it? I want to dye it black, so I can look even more like an idiot.
(25) Left/right/ambidextrous? I am left-handed. Left is always a better choice than white.
(26) Your living arrangement? With my predisposed parental righters.
(27) Your family: My penis. Okay, so that sounded lewd. My famliy consists of me, my brother, my mother, my father. There you go.
(28) Have any pets? Three dogs. Two shitzus--one named Bunny (we call her "Bunny Love"), another named Brittney (we call her "Brittney Sue")--and a hybrid, which I love the most, called Buttons (we sometimes call her Boutons, sort of like crouton with a B instead).
(29) What's your job: Live to die, and die to live. The nulloasce sweetness of velvet skin.
(30) Piercings? Yea, the piercings of life's fingers is all over me, a lethargic drunk that smells of sludge.
(31) Tattoos? The marks of birth uphold me.
(32) Obsessions? I am obsessed with this questionaire, to the very point where I feel I shall just rack onto the floor and grind in never ending orgasmal instantaneous vex.
(33) Addictions? Oh boy baby, you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to nothing.
(35) Do you speak another language? Me llamo Vicento. Muy sexo. Eheu, eugepae. Ego volo arbore.
(36) Have a favourite quote? "Bacon is the next apples."
(37) Do you have a webpage? Just like I have a face.

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DEEP THOUGHTS about life and you in it
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(38) Do you live in the moment? At times. Depends upon my mood.
(39) Do you consider yourself tolerant of others? "For tolerancy be a gift of hell."
(40) Do you have any secrets? I don't know..wait..I forgot. **innocent stare**
(41) Do you hate yourself? At times, yes.
(42) Do you like your handwriting? Yes. It shows what I feel well. My scrawl is very erratic. At times it can be the most purty little thing you'll ever look at, but most of the time it is twisted and full of thorns. Like a bony finger.
(43) Do you have any bad habits? I chew on anything that I can put in my mouth. I especially do this with pencils often.
(44) What is the compliment you get most from people? "You're genius." Okay, maybe not. More like, "You weird. Me not. You strange. Me not."
(45) If a movie was made about your life, what would it be called? "The Maggots."
(46) What's your biggest fear? Life itself. "We do not need to fear that which kills us; for it shall kill us no matter the fear. But instead, we must fear what is most alive."
(47) Can you sing? Yes. I often sing when I'm listening to music as I'm sitting here on my computer. If I am good, I do not know that.
(48) Do you ever pretend to be someone else just to look cool? Not really.
(49) Are you a loner? I don't even know what the word really ascertains toward.
(50) What are your no. 1 priorities in life? Nothing, really. Just settling down finally.
(51) If you were another person, would you be friends with you? Yes. I'm actually quite kind when you get to know me...or so I think.
(52) Are you a daredevil? Yea, I be. I fly round like a crazy devil, and I land like a craze.
(53) Is there anything you fear or hate about yourself? Not that any would really want to hear.
(54) Are you passive or aggressive? I think I'm very passive.
(55) Have you got a journal? What is this that I am typing in now?
(56) What is your greatest strength and weakness? My best strength would be I am highly tangible of most things. My weakness is, well, not sure. I hate analyzing myself. It's too ugly.
(57) If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? Get rid of this endless apathy I have about everything.
(58) There are three wells, love, beauty and creativity. Which one would you choose? Love is tied into creativity, I think. Actually, they are all tied to one another. I'm supposed to choose? I'd say creativity.
(59) How do you vent? Think. Create. Write. Take my mind away. Sleep. Listen to music.
(60) Do you think you are emotionally strong? At times. But lately all of my emotion is dying.
(61) Is there anything you regret doing/not doing in life? I do not regret, for where others see error, I see human; for where others see wrong, I see lesson.
(62) Do you think life has been good so far? It's fine.
(63) What is the most important lesson you've learned from life? That it is pointless. And love is probably the only thing of it that will ever matter to me.
(64) What do you like the most about your body? My face would be high. Also my butt; I don't know, I have a thing about butts heh. But I'll leave that there.
(65) And least? I don't like anything the least on me. I'd like to think, at least most of the time, that I am decent looking.
(66) Do you think you are good looking? Read above. I'll expand, though, I guess. Yes I do. I really like how my face looks. I really like how I look as a whole.
(67) Are you confident? When I'm sure about something.
(68) What is the fictional character you're most like? This is a hard one. Atticus Finch, I guess.
(69) Do people know how you feel? Not at all. I hide it.
(70) Are you perceived wrongly? Quite often.

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DO YOU...
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(71) Smoke? I shall never.
(72) Do drugs? Caffeine.
(73) Read the newspaper? Not really.
(74) Pray? No. And I doubt that will change.
(75) Go to church? Hell no.
(76) Talk to strangers who IM you? Of course.
(77) Sleep with stuffed animals? No I do not.
(78) Take walks in the rain? No.
(79) Talk to people even though you hate them? At times.
(80) Drive? That would be a vapid yes.
(81) Like to drive fast? Since my two wrecks, no.

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WOULD OR HAVE YOU EVER...
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(82) Liked your voice? It is a deep male voice. What's not to like?
(83) Hurt yourself? Yes. But not to an extreme extent, nor to an addicted extent. I've only done it a few times
(84) Been out of the country? No.
(85) Eaten something that made other people sick? I think certain foods make certain people sick, so obviously yes.
(86) Had sex? Yes; it's called masturbation.
(87) Been unfaithful? No. .
(88) Been in love? No.
(89) Done drugs? Nep.
(90) Gone skinny dipping? I'd try it.
(91) Had a medical emergency? No.
(92) Had a surgery? No.
(93) Ran away from home? Not really.
(94) Played strip poker? I would also try this...with the right people, at least.
(95) Gotten beaten up? Not really.
(96) Beaten someone up? Sort of. But I'd rather not talk about it.
(97) Been picked on? Of course.
(98) Been on stage? No.
(99) Been so drunk that you know you're supposed to go out on a date with someone, but you can't remember with who or when and that you faint when you look at yourself in the mirror in the morning, not to mention your breath? I plan to never drink.
(100) Slept outdoors? Yes, I have.
(101) Thought about suicide? I do daily, mostly.
(102) Pulled an all-nighter? Yes.
(103) If yes, what is your record? All night?
(104) Gone one day without food? Can't be sure, but I'd say yes.
(105) Talked on the phone all night? I don't even really ever talk on it.
(106) Slept together with the opposite sex without actually having sex first? I have never slept with the opposite sex nor have I ever had sex. Now go eat babies and screw off.
(107) Slept all day? No.
(108) Killed someone? I am slowly killing myself as I get older and older.
(109) Made out with a stranger? As I have said, I have never had any sexual intimacy, and minimal contact with other person(s).
(110) Had sex with a stranger? No.
(111) Thought you're going crazy? All the time.
(112) Kissed the same sex? I have not, excluding relatives.
(113) Done anything sexual with the same sex? No.
(114) Been betrayed? Haven't we all.
(115) Had a dream that came true? Not that I remembered.
(116) Broken the law? I broke me jaw.
(117) Met a famous person? I met Dave Pelzer, or whatever, the author of those books about how his Mom would treat him. One of the books is called A Child Called It.
(118) Masturbated? Of course. I do so at least once a day, most of the time. Sometimes it feels good, others it doesn't. Most of the time it doesn't feel that good, at least from past times I've done it that I remembered. What can I say other than I feel very sexy at odd times.
(119) Masturbated with something other then your hand? Have you heard of a bed?
(120) Have you ever killed an animal by accident? Insects aren't animals.
(121) On purpose? Bugs.
(122) Had sex? I had sex while I was filling out this questionaire.
(123) With more then 1 person? No.
(124) Threesome? No.
(125) Orgy? No.
(126) Whip cream? Don't you mean "Whipped Cream"? Whip Cream...that sounds perverse.
(127) Bondage? *eats a keyboard*
(128) Whipped/gotten whipped? My Dad spanked me.
(129) Blindfolded? Who cares? I totally hate these questions. I think you can shove this questionaire up your digital rectum. **is testy**
(130) Tied someone up/been tied up? As aforementioned, I have never had any sexual relations, nor much sexual touching, nor much touching at all.
(145) Told a secret you swore you wouldn't tell? Not really.
(146) Stolen anything? I stole a me.
(147) Been on radio/tv? No.
(148) Been in a mosh-pit? Yes.
(149) Had a nervous breakdown? Something a little less than that, yes.
(150) Considered religious vocation? I never plan to do anything of that like.
(151) Been criticized about your sexual performance? Shut up with the stupid sex questions. No one cares.
(152) Bungee jumped? No I haven't.
(153) Had a dream that kept coming back? Not really.

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CLOTHES and other fashion
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(154) Shoe brand? Hoes.
(155) Brand of clothing? Clot thing.
(156) Cologne/perfume? Col ogne. Or per fume.
(157) What are you normally wearing to school/work? A thing called a t-shirt and a thing called jeans and a thing called boxers.
(158) How about parties? Par ties?
(159) Wear hats? I don't like hats.
(160) Judge other people by their clothing? Everyone does. Of course.
(161) Wear make-up? All the time...-.-'`.
(162) Favourite place to shop? Target I guess.
(163) Favourite article of clothing? Panties. Heh.
(164) Are you trendy? I am the sexy beast of beast.
(165) Would you rather wear a uniform to school? No.

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BELIEFS
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(166) Believe in life on other planets? Yes.
(167) Miracles? No.
(168) Astrology? No.
(169) Magic? No.
(170) God? No.
(171) Satan? No.
(172) Santa? No.
(173) Ghosts? No.
(174) Luck? No.
(175) Love at first sight? No.
(176) Yin and Yang? No.
(177) Witches? No.
(178) Easter bunny? Mo.
(179) Believe it's possible to remain faithful forever? No.
(180) Believe there's a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow? Doe.
(181) Do you wish on stars? I wish for gardens.

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DEEP THEOLOGICAL QUESTIONS
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(182) Do you believe in the traditional view of Heaven and Hell? No. I don't believe in them. Period.
(183) Do you think God has a gender? I think nothing of God.
(184) Do you think that science counteracts religion? It does and it doesn't.
(185) Do you believe in organized religion? I believe I have a penis. That is enough for me.
(186) Where do you think we go when we die? Nothingness.

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AMIGOS
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(187) Do you have any gay/lesbian friends? Yes. Shy.

(189) Who's the one person that knows most about you? Me.
(190) What's the best advice that anyone has ever given to you? Probably anything I've told myself is the best thing I've told myself.
(191) Your favourite inside joke? The one that gets inside of you and penetrates you and kills you.
(192) Thing you're picked on most about? Not really picked on about much anymore.
(193) Who's your longest known friend? Adam.
(194) Newest? No comment.
(195) Shyest? No comment.
(196) Funniest? No comment.
(197) Sweetest? No comment.
(198) Closest? No comment.
(199) Weirdest? No comet.
(200) Smartest? No goddongit.
(201) Ditziest? No wantit.
(202) Friends you miss being close to the most? No gommet.
(203) Last person you talked to online? Aleia.
(204) Who do you talk to most online? Erin [KarmaofChaos] or Tony.
(205) Who are you on the phone with most? Ryan.
(206) Who do you trust most? Myself.
(207) Who listens to your problems? Meself.
(208) Who do you fight most with?Mess elf.
(209) Who's the nicest? No one.
(210) Who's the most outgoing? Your mom.
(211) Who's the best singer? Thom Yorke.
(212) Who's on your black-list? Ashton Kutcher.
(213) Have you ever thought of having sex with a friend? Not really. Most of my "real" friends are male.
(214) Who's your second family? Me.
(215) Do you always feel understood? No.
(216) Who's the loudest friend? No.
(217) Do you trust others easily? No I do not.
(219) Name one person who's arms you feel safe in: My own.
(220) Do your friends know you? Somewhat.
(221) Friend that lives farthest away: Whores like a choir.
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Another post about Ye Ole Chrono Trigger.

Chrono Trigger.

What a great game. I swear, I am playing through it for at least the tenth time, since a while ago I finally got to where I own the game.(I had to buy Final Fantasy Chronicles for $30--which comes with Chrono Trigger and FF2. They still aren't as good as their cartridge counterparts, but what can you do? I was just happy I found a used version of Chronicles.)

The Chronicles version also has newly-added cut-scenes, rendered and drawn by Akira Toriyama, the creater of Dragon Ball and Dragon Ball Z. That's the like a dream come true, really.

I am at Magus's castle in the game right now, and to get into it, Frog (Yes, he is a frog) uses the newly-aquired Masamune to open the rocky face of the enterance, so Crono and co. can get in. Good stuff. Frog looks really badass.

I also plan on starting to play Final Fantasy Tactics again. That game is one big headache for me, I can say that much. I got to this part where you battled some certain guy I couldn't beat--I believe it was a pig-thing or such. Who knows. But since the game forces you to save at boss battles, it sucks. Heh.
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