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May. 11th, 2005 @ 05:16 pm
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If I never plan on becoming a mother, why do I still have to go through this stupid "Egg Spawn" project? Not only that, but I can't even pawn the dumb "kid" off on a "daddy" cuz I had to be the "SINGLE MOTHER".
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I remember waiting for my mom to pick me up from the movies when I was a kid and thinking to myself, if I new she was going to be this late, I would have seen a later movie." But what the hell would I have done until the movie started? I wasn’t a very smart kid.
If I was a cat, and someone threw me off the roof to see if I would land on my feet, I would flip twice and land on my back. Just to piss them off.
Being in a band is fun. But I’ll bet being in a band of pirates was fun at times as well. While I’m on the subject; Isn’t "Walking the plank" a lot like walking off the diving board at the pool, only without all of the chlorine you get up your nose?
Whoever said that drinking and driving don’t mix wasn’t entirely correct. They actually mix, just not very well. If you are looking to drive into a wall and not remember it the next day; then they mix just fine.
I think ice cream was doing just fine before someone started putting candy and cookies into it. Now it is like the crack cocaine of dessert food. I am so addicted and I blame Ben and Jerry. Those sons-a-bitches. PHISH FOOD is delicious.
Do you think that the late Jerry Garcia of the Grateful Dead is still is grateful that he is dead, or do you think he sold out?
Speaking of Lactose Intolerant…When did this whole thing come about…When I was a kid, if milk made your stomach hurt, you drank something else I don’t get it…Eat your fucking Oreos and shut up…If you don’t like cheese, pass it down…Oranges give me bumps on my tongue, so I DON’T eat oranges…What a concept…I am Citrus Intolerant…Where are my pills…I have to have an orange in an hour…
I can only come up with a few flaws in the design of the human body, but, the biggest problem is that we have nowhere to put a ball point pen. If we just had a little pouch, just under the shoulder to keep it we would always have something to write with.
Today I went to the dentist…It is good to take care of your teeth…they are your greatest asset…Without them, eating is a pain, and opening packages requires other tools…Beside, without teeth, how would you bite the shit out of someone who had you in a head lock…While I am on the subject: Your mouth is not a bottle opener…Stop opening beers with your teeth…
You know that Mr. T guy…what the hell is his freakin problem?
If I didn’t have a cell phone, I would never talk to half the people in my life again, and I am not sure that would be a bad thing…Come on people…Write a fucking letter once in a while…I am going to get a tumor if this phone keeps ringing
When I think of all of the friends I have in my life, I have to thank beer…I really can’t stand a lot of them, but when they bring over a 12 pack, it is really nice to see them
I think I would enjoy sky diving more if it didn’t entail jumping out of a plane and falling such a long distance.
If I was 6 ft. 7inches tall, and couldn’t slam-dunk a basketball, I would be considered retarded; and I could totally accept that.Current Mood:  awake Current Music: Prozzak - Lonely American Nights |
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Feb. 14th, 2004 @ 08:47 pm
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Happy motherfucking love day.
and before you go off on your tangents and be all "you're just being a cynic because you had to spend V-day alone" sod off. That's not the reason. And I didn't spend the day alone, so kiss my ass.
Today was like any other day. Drama. Motherfucking Drama.
Aubri and Will, hope the dance rocked. Krystal and Russ, hope you had fun doing whatever. Mike and Rachel, hope Canada rocked. Dick and Jordan, congrats. blah blah blah ...
You would think that people could simply dispense of the drama for ONE day. ONE day you motherfuckers, that's all I ask for. ONE DAY OF NON-DRAMATIC CRAP.
And if you insist on being all drama-queen, could yah just for the next 24 hours...not tell me unless it's good news? I need a break people. I need a break.
If you're gonna be a cynic for the next 24 hours, please don't talk to me. Because I need some cheer. I need some good news. I fucking need to talk to someone who is able to put drama aside.Current Mood:  annoyed Current Music: PRAS F. Mya - Ghetto Superstar |
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"Since no one is born with any kind of "talent" and, therefore, every skill has to be acquired. Writers are not made, not born. To be exact, writers are self-made."
"There's something I would like to understand. And I don't think anyone can explain it. ... There's your life. You begin it, feeling that it's something so precious and rare, so beautiful that it's like a sacred treasure. Now it's over and it doesn't make any difference to anyone, and it isn't that they are indifferent, it's just that they don't know, and don't know what it means, that treasure of mine, and there's something about it that they should understand. I don't understand it myself, but there's something that should be understood by all of us. Only what is it?"
"I knew that this is the issue at the base of all dictatorships, all collectivists theories and all human evils--and that political or economic issues are merely derivatives and concequences of this basic primary. ... I could not understand how any man could be so brutalized as to claim the right to dispose of the lives of others, nor how any man could be so lacking in self-esteem as to grant to others the right to dispose of his life."
" 'Don't you know,' her voice trembled suddenly in a passionate plea she could not hide, 'don't you know that there are things, in the best of us, which no outside hand should dare to touch? Things sacred beacuse, and only because, once can say: this is mine? Don't you know that we live only for ourselves, the best of us do, thoes who are worthy of it? Don't you know that there is something in us which must not be touched by any state, by any collective, by any number of millions?' "
"Can you sacrifice the few? When thoes few are the best? Deny the best it's right to the top--and you have no best left. What are your masses but millions of dull, shivelled, stagnant souls that have no thoughts of their own, no dreams of their own, no will of their own, who eat and sleep and chew helplessly the words others put into the brains? And for thoes you would sacrifice the few who know life, who are life? I loathe your ideals because I know no worse injustice that the giving of the undeserved. Because men are not equal in ability and one can't treat them as if they were. ... And what is the state but a servant and a convenience for a large number of people, just like the electric light and the plumbing system? And wouldn't it be preposterous to claim that man must exist for their plumbing, not the plumbing for the men?"
"Do you believe in God, Andrei?'
'No.'
'Neither do I. But that's a favorite question of mine. An upside down question, you know?'
'What do you mean?'
'Well, if I asked people whether they believed in life, thay'd never understand what I meant. It's a bad question. It can mean so much that it really means nothing. So I ask them if they believe in God. And if they say they do--then, I know they don't believe in life.'
'Why?'
'Because, you see, God--whatever anyone chooses to call God--is one's highest conception of the highest possible. And whoever places his highest conception above his own possibility things very little of himself and his life. It's a rare gift, you know, to feel reverence for your own life and to want to be the best, the greatest, the highest possible, here, now, for your very own. To imagine a heaven and then not to dream of it, but to demand it.'
'You're a strange girl.'
'You see, you and I, we believe in life. But you want to fight for it, to kill for it, even to die--for life. I only want to live it."
"There is only one thing that matters and that we'll remember. The rest doesn't matter. I don't care what life is to be nor what it does to us. But it won't break us. Neither you nor me. That's our only weapon. That's the only banner we can hold against all thoes others around us. That's all we have to know about the future."
"...and when I've lived a life where every hour had to have a purpose, and suddenly I discover what it's like to feel things that have no purpose but myself, and I see suddenly how sacred a purpose that can be, so that I can't even argue, I can't doubt, I can't fight it, and I know, then, that a life is possible whose only justification is my own joy--then everything, everything else suddenly seems very different to me."
"...or because I know hat I want, and that something which knows how to want--isn't that life itself? And who-- in this damned universe--who can tell me why I should live for anything but for that which I want? Who can answer that in human sounds that speak for human reason? ... But you've tried to tell us what we should want. You came in as a solumn army to bring a new life to men. You tore that life you knew nothing about, out of their guts--and you told them what it had to be. You took their every hour, every minte, every nerve, every thought in the farthest corners of their souls--and you told them what it had to be. You came and you forbade life to the living. You've driven us all into an iron cellar and you've losed all doors, and you've locked us airtight, airtight till the blood vessels of our spirits burst! Then you stare and wonder what it's doing to us. Well, then, look! All of you who have eyes left--look!"
Cookies to anyone who can tell me what book I pulled thoes from.Current Mood:  thoughtful Current Music: Dr. Hook - Cover of the rolling stone |
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To those of you who have your doubts about Jordan and Dick..
LAYOFF!
What do you care what happens to them anyway? I've heard them together. I've seen the look Jordan gets on her face every time she talks to him or even talks ABOUT him! And I've heard him say some damn sweet things about her!
Please, oh ye of little happiness, inform me as to WHY you feel the need to see everyone else fail in the romance department. Need a hint? It's CUZ YOU'RE A STINGY LITTLE BASTARD!
So grab that thing sticking out of your ass and PULL fuck-tard, cuz just because you're a miserable prick doesn't mean everyone else has to be as well.
And for your information: I think Dick is a WONDERFUL person. And to be honest, I think he is and WILL BE a THOUSAND times better for Jordan than you, so you can KISS HIS ASS MOTHER-FUCKER because he's a million times more of a man than you could ever even ASPIRE to be!
So STEP OFF asshole and give it up. Jordan doesn't love you anymore. It happens. Cry it out and then get laid! Or in your mind, why don't you just crawl back into that "miserable place where the sun doesn't shine" just because "she's gone now. She's never coming back" THAT'S RIGHT FUCKHEAD, YOU FUCKED IT UP BIG TIME! And now she's actually HAPPY.
So if you love her so much, why don't you be happy FOR her because she found happiness with someone, rather than sulking and making up lies to her friends about her.
Sod off mother-fucker.
Feb. 1st, 2004 @ 05:23 pm
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Well... I suppose we're all guilty of it once in a while huh? You all know you've done it before. Just sat there and waited for an encouraging word. Well, today is sunday, it was my wait around for some form of encouragement. Well, when it didn't come, I suppose the only thing to do is to go out and look for it, however, then you look pathetic and desperate, so I'm not really all too sure which is better to do. Wait with a bleak hope of encouragement, or be desperate for some form of validation to anything really.
Anyway, I've been waiting. I'm really just not a proactive waiter. Hey, we all have faults.
Not all too much I can say right now. I've just been in and out and up and down and side to side, looking for something, however, I'm not quite sure what I've been looking for. I suppose that means I'm not much of a proactive looker either. Well, I suppose in reality I'm not all to much of a proactive anything...perhaps.
There's really no reason for me to feel the way I feel right now, I really have no right to feel this way, no validation, nothing. However, I do feel the way I feel, and unfortunately, because I recognize the fact that I have no right to feel this way, it simply results in making me feel more of the way I feel. Frusterated I suppose. Or perhaps just so melancholy that it feels like frusteration. Oh lord I don't know. Anyway, nothing has really made me feel this way, I really don't have any reason to feel like this. Oh well. I suppose it could be chalked up to another shortcoming. I suppose that would work just as well.
Well, goodevening to all of you, I wish you the best.
Love, Caitlin
Oct. 26th, 2003 @ 05:40 pm
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CodyPatrick: Well... I'm in some trouble.. So pray for me ok?
Jennkomorro: what kind of trouble? need me to beat someone up?
Jennkomorro: *bites lip*
CodyPatrick: Yea.. the state of florida
CodyPatrick: I'm facing 30 years in Prison
Jennkomorro: WHAT?
Jennkomorro: for WHAT?
CodyPatrick: me and a friend .. put pool cleaner and aluminum foil in bottles.. which makes them fill up with air and explode
Jennkomorro: uh huh
CodyPatrick: we put them in parking lots and stuff.. just being stupid.. havin fun
CodyPatrick: got arrested
CodyPatrick: I have 7 counts of felony
CodyPatrick: making, placing and dischargine a destructive device
**NOTE: CodyPatrick is not Cody's real screen name, I changed the name due to his wish of staying anon.
To any of you who KNOW Cody, even indirectly, you would know that Cody would never intentionally hurt anyone. I feel horribly for him, and I wish him the best of luck. Stay strong Cody, we know you're not a terrorist.
Love, Caitlin
Sep. 27th, 2003 @ 03:31 pm
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...I wonder how I came to have such a best friend as Rachel. (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=92.1) skittlesama)
She is, friends, the best kind of best friend. The kind that you, if you're lucky, find only one of.
Last night, I was hanging out with Rachel, we chilled for a long time! It was great! From noon to 10pm, we were just chilling, watching some Anime, going shopping, it was great! Had a good time with her. I left her house, and when I got home, my mother was very upset about something, I asked her what was wrong. As it turns out, my father has been diagnosed with Lukemia (sp?). I was very upset, in fact, I was crying so badly I could barely form legible statements. I called up Rachel, I really needed someone to talk to. She invited me over to her house again, and I went. As soon as I showed up, she gave me a huge hug. It was exactly what I needed. I didn't need the "Everything's going to be fine" speech. and she knew that.
We sat down, and once I had calmed down a bit, Rachel set into making me laugh. It spread from frightening south-park people with growing left hands, to coffee cake, to nazi's. you know, normal progression of thinking I suppose. Anyway, by the time I left Rachel's house, I was better. I wasn't upset, and the only tears that streamed down my face, were ones of laughter from comparing Coffee Cake to Nazi's.
I only hope that when the time comes and Rachel needs me, that I can be of the same caliber that she was to me.
Love you Rachel.
Love, Cait
Sep. 26th, 2003 @ 12:26 pm
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Congratulations, all of you. You have succeeded in tearing me down, yet again. To tear me down takes talent, it takes skill. To be able to manipulate me, capture my trust, twist my emotions... I applaud you, you have skill. You worked your way into my heart, somehow, I trusted you... I couldn't see how you truly were. I guess I'm losing my knack. Once you were in my heart, you moved on to get into my head. I thought about you a lot. I worried for you when you were sad, I cried for you when you got hurt. I laughed with you when you were joyous. But I realize now, that was just you in my heart, playing with my emotion strings. I was a doll on puppet strings to you. I did what you wanted. I played out your own plan perfectly.
Dear Hearless Bastard,
thanks. I love you too.
- Naieve Bitch
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