Wednesday, June 15, 2005

   Weirdness
Well, another boring day. I just made and sed $20. I was selling and buying Yu-Gi-Oh! cards. That's right. I'm a nerd. so sue me.

Why do people call others gay just cause they play a card game. I'll have you know that I make a lot of money.

So bored... Must entertain self. How bout I post one of my stories up?

As in all spring days, she was without anyone. Personally, she thought she wouldn’t even if she could... Love was such a fickle thing to her. It was lust that was strong. And yet, it was not the most celebrated of emotions.

Her emotions have been this way since the age of five. Her mother left her, leaving her father to fend for the food. What a long-winded explanation it would be to go into detail about her emotions that day... and yet, it could be summarized in just one word; sorrow.

Sorrow is a part of her state that most people do without. Instead, they find hope in the simplest of things. Fools. All of them. And yet, she wishes she could be one of those people.

She wishes that instead of not having any home in America, she wishes she could be one of those people who live in luxury, the comfortable home of four bedrooms that she lived without. She wishes she could even live in a trailer even, and yet, that privilege was forcefully taken from her when she was seven.

Her father had become a manic depressant. Even worse, he became abusive. He raped her. His own daughter. But she figured she deserved it. Twelve years of Stockholm’s Syndrome does that to you.

So now she’s here. She has finally found her. After fourteen years. She is now ready to take that extra dive into madness. So she enters the house.

It didn’t take much to open, her mother living in a nice neighborhood in Canada and all. She simply had to turn the knob.

Creeping up the stairs, she wondered if she should do it. If she should stoop so low as to kill someone for the sake of vengeance. But all doubt in her mind that she should do this was quenched when she saw the child. Fourteen years ago, she left her daughter to fend for herself in an abusive environment, and now she has the nerve to have another baby?!? Well, now she needn’t give her the choice of doing it again.

She was a spider while she crept into the room. Slowly sneaking so as to not be heard by her prey, she seemed to have the grace and agility of one. But never the less, she never lost sight of her goal.

She turned on the light in the room. Her mother jolted up. Fear was in her mothers eyes when she saw the berretta in her daughter’s hand. But, what was this? The aim was not at her mother’s body, but to her own! She fired, and at that precise moment, the guilt was too much to stomach, and she herself dived to the gun after she saw her daughter dead and fired.

But what was this? The daughter got up, with a smirk on her face and said:

“That’s what my father did too.”

And thus she cackled and left the scene of the crime, glad she rid the world of another evil.
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   WEEEEEEEE!
Just a few more days til school ends. YAY!

Anyway, I apologie for not being on. Well, I don't have anything new.... I could post a disturbing dream of mine! YAY! Let's do that.

It was a cool night. Wind was whistling in my ears. I turned a corner, and saw a man raping a six year old child in the but. He turned to me, looked startled and stabbed the kid repeatedly. Then he called the police and told them that his kid had commited suicide.

I quickly ran off, too shocked and disturbed to do anything. I turned another corner and saw a husband beating her wife. Or so it looked like. A few seconds later, as I was running from the street corner, I heard a gun go off and a womans voice say: "HA! You cannot ruin my finest hour." What she meant I never found out.

At annother street corner I saw a hooker. Her teeth were.... missing and she was selling herself for a few dimes. The person behind me, no doubt going to mug me for my spare change, decided he'd rather have sex then money. A few minutes later, as I was happily walking down the street, no doubt because I avoided a mugging, I heard that same man yell out, "YOU'RE A MAN!" And a gunshot later you heard a guy laugh, "HA! You just killed a cop! Your going to jail for a long time buddy."

After those few experiences, I felt I had seen all the evil and corruption in the world. But then, I turned another alley. This one just had one solitary figure sobbing, "Help me..." I looked around his body and realized he was holding a gun to his head. I tried to talk some sense into him and realized that I couldn't talk. So he shot himself.

I just stared. Eveything was wrong with these sites. Yet, they seemed so common. I picked up the gun, and shot at myself, feeling that this world was such an evil place. With my last coherent thought, I looked up. There, standing there was a man with a gun, about to kill himself...
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Saturday, May 14, 2005

Bad Luck
It is currently Friday the 13^th. Are you prepared?

Here is your checklist:

Bible: ___

White Paint: ___

Super Glue: ___

$50(for hookers): ___

Paper Bag: ___

Nuke: ___


If you checked all of the above, then you are a crazy person!


P.S. 7 days till my birthday. It feels like New Years...
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Wednesday, April 20, 2005

   Survey!
Sorry I haven't been on!

TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey
Name:	Joey Gaber
Birthday:	5/20/89
Birthplace:	Annaheim
Current Location:	Whittier
Eye Color:	Bluish Greyish Greenish
Hair Color:	Brunnette with natural highlights!
Height:	5'10
Right Handed or Left Handed:	Both
Your Heritage:	Russian! Motherland!
The Shoes You Wore Today:	Converse
Your Weakness:	Love! I hate it!
Your Fears:	Closed spaces! Like this insane assylum!
Your Perfect Pizza:	Cheese!
Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year:	Perfection!
Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger:	Haha
Thoughts First Waking Up:	I hate mornings....
Your Best Physical Feature:	Eyes.
Your Bedtime:	Whatever suites me.
Your Most Missed Memory:	Uh, I don't remember
Pepsi or Coke:	Coke
MacDonalds or Burger King:	BK
Single or Group Dates:	Neither
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea:	Chinesse Tea!
Chocolate or Vanilla:	Vanilla
Cappuccino or Coffee:	Cappuccino
Do you Smoke:	no
Do you Swear:	Fuck Yeah!
Do you Sing:	I wish.
Do you Shower Daily:	No.
Have you Been in Love:	Many times
Do you want to go to College:	Of course
Do you want to get Married:	Yes
Do you belive in yourself:	no
Do you get Motion Sickness:	no
Do you think you are Attractive:	no
Are you a Health Freak:	no
Do you get along with your Parents:	Sort of
Do you like Thunderstorms:	yeah
Do you play an Instrument:	Guitar
In the past month have you Drank Alcohol:	I don't remember
In the past month have you Smoked:	Does weed count?
In the past month have you been on Drugs:	Yes.
In the past month have you gone on a Date:	Nope. I don't think I ever have....
In the past month have you gone to a Mall:	no
In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos:	yes
In the past month have you eaten Sushi:	yes
In the past month have you been on Stage:	nope
In the past month have you been Dumped:	nope
In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping:	How did you know?....
In the past month have you Stolen Anything:	Of course!
Ever been Drunk:	Yep!
Ever been called a Tease:	No.
Ever been Beaten up:	Nope(I'm a pacifist)
Ever Shoplifted:	Yep! The good old days...
How do you want to Die:	slowly...
What do you want to be when you Grow Up:	Something that gets me payed....
What country would you most like to Visit:	Japan!
In a Boy/Girl..
Favourite Eye Color:	Something...
Favourite Hair Color:	Brown!
Short or Long Hair:	Long!
Height:	A little shorter than me.
Weight:	I don't care.
Best Clothing Style:	Not slutty.... Conservative even.
Number of Drugs I have taken:	1... to my knowledge....
Number of CDs I own:	too many to count... alright, maybe just 23
Number of Piercings:	none.
Number of Tattoos:	none.
Number of things in my Past I Regret:	6000
CREATE YOUR OWN! - or - GET PAID TO TAKE SURVEYS!

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Tuesday, March 29, 2005

   I'm Sorry.
I'm sorry for not being on. I promise I'll do better. Alright, see ya!

PS: I miss you KIS!
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Saturday, March 26, 2005

   Cool Time...
Hey yo! What's the dilio?

Nah nah, I'm just playing. I aint one of those no name wanna-bes. I am the hip, the tight, Homie G. Ya'll can't handle none of this! I am the most gangster person around! Yah dig?
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   Lalalalala!
Beverley Hills! That's where I want to go!

Not really. That's a song. Anyone know of any good animes? I'm tired of the same old same old. I love you KIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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