August 2002
you can't block a judo chop with a karate kick.
about-blank.net is complete. for the time being, at least. i uploaded select images i wanted and have the two gals that i’m hosting linked.
the mouse is not dead yet. that crafty mother-bitch eats the candy coating off his poison. time to set the traps.
my room is in “piles” right now. i.e. school, clothes, and other useless shit. at least it looks different. i...
"alright, tough guy, keep it down over there..."
well. this is cool.
with the desire to give back to all the people that have ultimately given to me…i’m offering four [at the moment, maybe more in the future] lucky people the oppurtunity to be hosted at about-blank.net. what you’ll get:
about-blank.net/~username
username@about-blank.net [e-mail address]
20 megs of space to kick people’s ass with
ftp access
ssh...
about-blank.net
the new design is really basic. my little brother could’ve coded it. or my dog. either way, i need your input. what happens next?
hopefully, the site is up for good. not on and off like a fucking two-bit whore. if you think it sucks, it probably does. i always loathe the beginning stages of a re-design. so many kinks to work out on top of dealing with a whole new server. at least...
the day their dreams died.
twenty years and 9 months prior to this day, my dad forgot to “sheath the sword.”
same thing happened to sean connery’s parents on this same exact day. different year of course.
no longer a teenager and still a year away from almost anything meaningful, here i sit. the twenty-year culmination of misuse and mistrust.
what does it all mean?
simply, this: buy me cool shit.
i couldn't tell you, even if i tried.
earlier, out of the corner of my eye, i watched them kiss. i thought, “look at those kid’s thighs. they could swallow me whole. yeah right mr. i-teach-karate.”
i leaned on the side of my car. beer in one hand. wishing she was in my other. she stood to my left, slightly in front. hand on her hip. asking, “were you ever jealous?”
it gave me hope. it also...
life rhymes with lame.
“just one more thing. can you tell me something that i haven’t heard?
i want to hear how it sounds.
what was that, that you said? you can’t think of anything.
well think harder.”
-long nights | piebald
i love having my music back.
what is left of this summer holds nothing of any signifigant importance.
i really want: a new screen name, new lj username, and...
how to be a hero.
the ‘insert’ key is the devil. honestly. explain to me it’s purpose, function, what have you…absolutely nothing. i should break it.
on top of everything else, this happens: at the tender age of 19, i am being sued. why, i don’t know. i haven’t read the papers that were served to my parents this morning [while i was at work]. the premise is an accident i...
don't drag your feet, it makes you look real...
whenever i’m in my room, i need to have the door shut. i don’t know why. i have minor ocd, i think. when i drive cars, if the windows are open, they must be open in a certain way. or the a/c must be at a certain level. when i used to have windows 98, i would always clear the recent documents menu. if there was shit in there, it would bother me. really fucking minor things in my...
you can't lose 'em all.
having a social life again is way too much fun. i’ve been partying for the past three weekends and hanging out at night during the week. work, of course, is sucking because of it. it’s all good though, i’ve made some quality bank this week.
sometimes, i debate the purpose of this journal. well, not even that. just what i should be writing here. garunteed, 99% of the...