Friday, August 31, 2007

dream

Cliffs
Brandy, her mother and sister, and joey were in it
I had a silver toyota mini van
We went to a concert and a laundry mat
She washed my clothes
Her mom sucks

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

i think im dumb

I'm not like them
But I can pretend
The sun is gone
But I have a light
The day is done
But I'm having fun

I think I'm dumb
or maybe just happy
Think I'm just happy
my heart is broke
But I have some glue
help me inhale
And mend it with you
We'll float around
And hang out on clouds
Then we'll come down
And have a hangover... have a hangover

Skin the sun
Fall asleep
Wish away
The soul is cheap
Lesson learned
Wish me luck
Soothe the burn
Wake me up

I'm not like them
But I can pretend
The sun is gone
But I have a light
The day is done
But I'm having fun

I think I'm dumb

i have very bad posture

where was i, between working, and startling revaltions about tacos. i kinda forgot what was going on in life. wait, what is going on in life? i hate thinking too hard about one thing, because thinking about it doesnt change it. thinking doesnt really change anything does it? thinking will either drive you mad, or make you scratch your head in bemusement. then you'll start thinking about another thing forgetting about the other one thing then you'll remember you forgot about the other thing. its an endless fucking cycle. you'll wake up the next day wondering what you forgot about the day before. thinking about things then that happened months ago. what am i saying? thinking sucks and someone forgot about the poor fucking taco.

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Its offical im going to hell

Monday, August 27, 2007

A day late, a dollar short

I've come to the conclusion that life is what happens while you're staring at a wall. The wall doesn't get any prettier and I dont get any more sane. Some people are off drawing web comics, others are in fear of police brutality while I resent everything everyone else stands for. I don't loathe myself, I loathe the masses. Maybe that's why im lonely.

Sunday, August 26, 2007

Being computerless sucks

So my wonderful furball killed my laptops ac adapter. Im going to be without a computer for atleast three days....I have a desktop, but desktops suck...I need my laptop sniff. Atleast I have my wonderful wing to post blogs from <3 technology and posting by email.

In other news the fairlane has two rust holes removed..and a working radio so this weekend has been productive.

work damn you

if i told you things i did before

did some body work on the fairlane today. its very tedious. when we started today, we had a fender with a big hole in it...now it resembles a fender again. i was looking at it, and thought to myself gee, i wonder if my dad would be proud of me. sometimes i wish i could still call my dad up and see what hes doing, and tell about things we did to the fairlane. for the most part i hide my sadness about not having any parents pretty good. its just really weird having all these memories about my parents, people who have always been in my life just not being there anymore. sometimes i think about my life here and wonder how in the fuck did i end up here. meh

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

oh and in other news, jen says brandy is totally in love with me...i dont think so though.

*rubs eyes*

its to early for this mess. i went to bed reallllll early, 7pm early and now im up at the ass crack of dawn. i've already went and bought breakfast and now im just killing time until shower time. yester day i went to go see my pyshco psychologist. i swear hes a freaking asshole. he asked me why im still coming in to see a therapist, saying that my depression and anxeity seem to be in check...i told him i was lonely and he was like uhh well we cant cure that.

shrug.

Monday, August 20, 2007

they're there

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thats what i wish i could write.

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Sunday, August 19, 2007

she said

I don't care if I'm old
I don't mind if I don't have a mind
Get away from your home
I'm afraid of a ghost

Even if you have
Even if you need
I don't mean to stare
We don't have to breed
We can plant a house
We can build a tree
I don't even care
We could have all three
She said

Saturday, August 18, 2007

atleast spam bots still love me....

I`m in hurry, but i still love you...
(as you can see on the ecard)
{link taken out 'cause one of you is stupid enough to click it}
i wish i was deep...no wait, i wish i was asleep *twitch*

Friday, August 17, 2007

daddys little girl aint a girl no mo

hey i can actually look at my blog now. omg

Thursday, August 16, 2007

SHE TALKS IN MATHS I CANT UNDERSTAND

STOP COMING TO MY HOUSE. THX CREEPY STALKER EXBOYFRIEND. I DONT LOVE YOU PLZ DIE OK? IT WAS WAS NEVAR MENT TO BEE. I JUST WANTED TO BE UR EVERYTHING. NO DADDY DONT HIT ME I WONT SAY NO EVER AGAIN I JUST DONT LIKE IT BECAUSE IT TASTES FUNNY.

ILUVYA
my shits broke
i cant even look at my own freaking blog...how gay is that?

Wednesday, August 8, 2007

bitch

From PayPal: PayPal on 8/8/2007 18:04 PDT
Buyer escalated this dispute to a Claim.
From Buyer: John Buchanan on 8/8/2007 18:04 PDT
The seller still has not contacted me about the item.
From Buyer: John Buchanan on 8/1/2007 17:07 PDT
I paid for the tach, eBay item 280132856138 on the 10th of July. I have not received the tach, or any correspondence from the seller, which i have tried contacting multiple times. I would like the tach as it was going on a classic ford i am restoring, and am rather sad a fellow ford man would not be in contact with his buyer.

Sunday, August 5, 2007

jesus built my hotrod

REMEMBER: THE BIBLE SAYS "IF YOU DENY JESUS INFRONT OF MAN HE WILL DENY YOU INFRONT OF HIS FATHER


OH SNAP!

viva la fairlane!

theres nothing more comforting then seeing red and blue lights in the rearview mirror of your classic car the first time you take it out for a long spin. oops, im sorry officer i didnt know my tail lights were not working....considering i replaced every freaking light bulb in the damn car. *wiggles light switch* are they working now? oh they are? yeah i just bought it, heres my license, ok see ya, zoooom

bleh, atleast the food at the dinner was nummy.

Saturday, August 4, 2007

John Buchanan,About what an ex wrote

If the story an ex posted, John, on theexbook. com is real, then in my opinion, its not right.

I actually took my own time through a link to find you and tell you that I think its not right to treat someone that way when love was involved.
Was it love? What was it?

Good luck in the dating world, hopefully this experience will result in better decision making. If what an ex wrote is not true or this is not you, then I apologise for this message. But my ethics may be different than your own. I just wanted to share my point of view, people deserve to be treated with respect, honesty, and loyalty. The site does have a rebuttal section but no rebuttals were made, so either it was not cared about or unknown.


myspace spam is totally fucking retarded.

Wednesday, August 1, 2007

was she asking for it?



when she asked you for it, was she asking nice?