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Monday, February 28, 2005

first the grammys, then the oscars... what next?


i'll tell you what.
ray charles...decision 2008.

no fucking shit.

he swooped in and nabbed the grammys. next thing you know, he was walking off with the academy awards. and in 3.5 years.... you guessed it, he'll be claiming his next trophy - the presidency of the united states of america. democrats and republicans alike will stare in shock as they watch ray (or as some of his critics call him "the ghost of ray") claiming victory for the 'apparition party'. if only they had paid attention, they might have seen it coming.













this has absolutely nothing to do with my anger problems towards lameass award shows.

posted by crimson @ 7:04 PM

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Tuesday, February 22, 2005

i hear you labeled me a liar.


so heres the deal.
march 12th i leave.

im going on a


and im not coming back.
why?

i dont have a fucking reason too.
im halfass working towards a degree i dont give a shit about.
and neither will anyone else.
im only wasting an assload of someones elses hardearned money.
the money i earn isn't really hardearned, and i waste it on booze.

im not really wasting it though, i love booze.


im really agitated writing this.
i dont even really want to write it.
fuck it.


reading back over this makes my stomach turn.

i can feel the air around me, its fucking hot.
beck says it now, ive heard it before.
i can barely type over the itch to crawl out of my skin.
only i wouldn't have anywhere to fucking go.

satellites.

you ever feel like one day you're gonna be sitting in your room, minding someone elses fucking business, when all of a sudden, like a fucking wrench or flat-head screw driver is gonna crash through your roof and through you like a fucking butter knife or something? some fucking tool that some hourly airplane mechanic(who by the way probably wouldn't walk across the street to piss on your head if it was on fire) forgot to "secure" properly while he was making his inspections and chugging homemade cough syrup like it had the fucking cure it in. i was just wondering, cause every now and then i have this sudden urge to look up as i sidestep. repeatedly.

you think you're happy.



fuck us all.







i heard about that shit on the news once. a fucking hammer or something fell through this womans house. but it didn't hit her.

posted by crimson @ 11:34 PM

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Tuesday, February 08, 2005

its only after dark




somebody needs to shut the fuck up and say something

posted by crimson @ 2:12 AM

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Friday, February 04, 2005

somebody special


it was thursday night.
i saw you outside under the street light. you looked cold.



you had that spark.



we danced.



ok, maybe i danced a bit too much.



it was love at first sight.



we snuggled by the fire under a care bears sleeping bag. i love you.




but when i awoke the next morning, you were gone.
and freddie ljungberg was in my pants.

posted by crimson @ 3:45 PM

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Thursday, February 03, 2005

i was reading the news tonight on yahoo. i was bored.
i came across this article. its basically alot of bullshit about the Parental Television Council coming down hard on MTV for showing "sleazy" programming all the time. what fucking pisses me off is that the article totally misses all the major points which need to be brought to light.

#1 - PTC, youre a bullshit council anyways. get the fucking stick out of your fat asses and turn your fucking kids tv off if you dont want them watching something. if they turn it back on, beat the little sumbitches like they owe you money. kids should be beaten anyways. fucking stupid kids.

#2 - MTV (see my earlier post about those fuckers here) should be targeted for claiming to be music television. why? because they fucking aren't. they are a bunch of stupid assholes running their stupid fucking mouths - minus all music television. please clear up the confusion by changing your name to STDSTV (sleazy-trashy dating shows television.)

#3 - The entire Janet Jackson fiasco. Everybody is looking at this entirely wrong. It isn't the fact that there was a breast shown at half-time of the super bowl. The problem is that Janet Jackson's titty is one of the most disgusting things anyone has laid eyes on... ever. Everyone who has had to see that monstrosity of a fucking breast should be outraged. FCC - focus on whats important (no more nasty tits like that please.) HALF TIME SHOW PERFORMERS - PLEASE DO NOT SHOW YOUR TITTIES IF IT IS GOING TO MAKE ME VOMIT IN MY MOUTH.


posted by crimson @ 2:51 AM

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Tuesday, February 01, 2005


george bush hates arsenal too.

posted by crimson @ 11:02 PM

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events of the evening

6:00 PM - watch manu game again with chad. enjoy it through and through. fuck arsenal.

8:00 PM - on a high because of manu game. the kind of high that makes you think... "hey, im feelin good, i'll shave with an electric razor tonight instead of being a lazy fuck and using the trimmer like always"

8:10 PM - shave with electric razor.

8:30 PM - look at self in mirror. see face that hasnt been seen since circa 3rd grade.

8:45 PM - come down off high. fucking regret using electric razor. son of a bitch.

8:55 PM - fucking regret using electric razor.

9:15 PM - definately fucking regret using electric razor.

9:45 PM - get ass whooped at halo. all while regretting using electric razor.

10:30 PM - decide to make blogpost regarding hatred of electric razors. still regret using electric razor.



*somewhere between 9:45 and 10:30 find more pictures of asswhooping that took place at Highbury today. enjoy.

posted by crimson @ 10:32 PM

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MANCHESTER UNITED 4

arsenal 2



ron ron, you are the man. i salute you.


arsenal, i hate you and i hope you die.
take your whiny asses back to france where you belong.


and referee graham poll, take your french loving ass back to fuckheadland.

posted by crimson @ 5:34 PM

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3:00 in the PM






vs.



those french bastards are going down.


posted by crimson @ 2:16 PM

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