Q. What are the ideal measurements for a man?
A. 80-20-102. 80 years old, 20 million in the bank, and a 102 degree fever 10/29/2002 07:13:00 PM
A. 80-20-102. 80 years old, 20 million in the bank, and a 102 degree fever 10/29/2002 07:13:00 PM
You must be pretty peeved right now then, eh?
What pisses you off?
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Okay, so the new layout is ready to go as soon as I write a new bio. We all know that can take forever.
10/25/2002 10:04:00 PM
Okay, I'm on hiatus until my psychotic urge to injure people subsides.
10/20/2002 11:31:00 PM
Baby, it's Saturday night. Strip down to nothing and we'll make out. Honey, it's Sunday night. Let's feel that loving that we experienced last night, and won't feel for six days more. Twelve months down the track I'll reveal the fact that I didn't really feel much more for you than the casual fuck that you are. Come on baby, don't be mad. Let's get back to bed and screw 'til midnight.
Too much info? I don't fucking care. Too personal. Heaven forbid. 10/20/2002 11:14:00 PM
Too much info? I don't fucking care. Too personal. Heaven forbid. 10/20/2002 11:14:00 PM
Why do you people visit my site every day, every two hours? I don't update.
10/16/2002 06:27:00 PM
You soon learn who you're friends are. Maybe not soon enough. I'm a bit of a loner, I always have been. I find friendships a strain more than anything. They should come naturally. I've only ever felt a few true friendships that are natural, and that are still intact today. People in general disappoint me and I have a lot of trouble being tolerant with their mistakes, their lies, and theirs imperfections whilst I'm supposed to be nice, smile a lot, and basically act fake. I'm not a happy person, I'm not content with much, and life if just a baggy coat I wear when I'm supposed to. I'm going to get a lot of "what's the use in friendships if you can't bear their imperfections?" and that kind of thing. They're not tolerable things. Imagine walking into a room and not even saying hello to a person. Imagine talking in a heart-baring ramble and having a friend listent to it, nod, ignore it, and ask you what you were talking about again because they weren't listening, or comment on something completely different altogether. I'm not known for treading on toes lightly. I cut the bullshit and come out with it, unless I'm really not in the mood for a debate about what the weather is really like, or what shade of purple my shirt happens to be. I'll be tearing down the site, having a spring clean - out with the old, in with the new kinda thing. Perhaps not even worrying about a new layout. I mean, ifyou can't "read" it anyway, what's the use? I will probably read this tomorrow and cringe at what I've said. Why should I? This is my personal space, and I don't feel like it is anymore. If I can't say what I like, what's the use? I'm perhaps not the person you all thought I was. I keep those who I adore close, and those whom I don't as far away as possible. I'm not visiting your site anymore? Guess why. I'm ignoring all e-mails, comments, posts from you? Guess why. I've had a few too many promises broken by people on here. I've had a few too many lies told to me. I've had a lot of my time, energy and work stolen by people who are supposed to care. I dare you to try me out. Bring it on, baby.
10/13/2002 10:32:00 PM
What kind of porno would you star in?
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okay, so I laughed. 10/09/2002 06:43:00 PM
There is a time in everybody's lives where they must sit themselves down and ask themselves "what on earth are you doing here?". Quite frankly, I don't have the foggiest clue why I'm living, I have no idea what makes me feel alive and what sparks that undescribeable ambition to succeed. I fail, more often than what. I don't care about it though. I don't feel like I'm the perfectionist I should be. So much potential, so little energy to do things right. What's sparked this hopelessness? My mother asked me today, "where are you going to be in three years?". I replied "I don't know. Why?". She rambled on about how my brother will be finished university, and my sister should be going to TAFE/Uni. Had I been quick enough I could've answered "I'll be shacked up with some Ewan McGregor look-a-like. I'm talking shaved head look-a-like. We'll be herion addicts and living in the back alleys of some bad reviewed English city. I'll give blowjobs for money, and be happy enough to just have a hit". Knowing my mother, she'd just simply laugh at me. Which is absolutely understandable". So where I will be? I have no idea what I want anymore. I've been watching a lot of dancing movies (Save the Last Dance, Center Stage, etc). lately. I used to be into dancing. I used to be rather good. Well not professional material, but good enough to not be the worst in the class. So I'm thinking of taking some dancing classes, some skating lessons, some more yoga classes. I think it will do me good. To be away from this place. To be away from the people that are toxic. To not ramble out to satisfy my heart, and either a) get no reply, or b) get stupid comments from the other person/s. The human race disappoints me. I'm not dissatisfied with myself, I'm dissatisfied that others aren't what they made out to be. Unfortunately, my heart feels things too easily and I'm not prepared to be as understanding of other people's downfalls. I'm being selfish, I know. I think it's time I was allowed to be.
10/07/2002 04:05:00 PM
This site is not what I ever intended it to be. I'm bored with it, and suffocated by it. I might not update for a long time, a while, or even just for the rest of the week.
10/04/2002 09:31:00 AM