Lies build up like cholestorol.

Damned out loud.

grr. fucking GRR, I said!
You're not the boss of me.

Your only warning.

No one is keeping you here, and no one is making you come back.
If you're disturbed here, just remember . . .
the little 'x' button in the corner makes it all go away.

. . . and you'll never ever have to think ever again.

Legend:
yellow=content/happy
green=discontent/upset
red=neutral/special events

Blarg.
Journal edited: August 5/02 10:51pm. - (Entitled - "Actors. Who needs 'em?")
Page (non-journal) edited: June 18/02
(added 'Megan.' under 'linguistics' section . . . go see!)

--renewable-- (renewable resources of lies)
journal. -- Journal.
unjustifiable. -- Unjustifiable.
thumbs up . . . thumbs down. -- Thumbs up, thumbs down.
pictures. -- they're worth a thousand words.

--linguistic acrobatics-- (lies that compound)
Megan. -- Queen of hearts.
Say what?! -- I'm going crazy. Over the top, dude.
Makeover? -- Just watch how fast I break out the P.J.'s!!
"I've got something for you . . . it's a shiny new EAR SYRINGE!" -- Oh BOY!!
Ex-girlfriends. -- Somewhat updated epilogue.
and then there was Caroline. See? You're not all profoundly retarded . . .
So yeah. . . I stayed up. I think I went clinically insane around 6:00 am.
Poppies. Why I wear one, why I don't.
You ever feel dumb? Well top this one in recent memory, then.
Assholes. Dirty, disgusting assholes.
School. I'm . . . back?
The Story of the Enormous Mirror. -- I just don't understand.
Thumbs fucking DOWN. -- What the hell is wrong with Hollywood?!
What a fucking month. -- If you don't like the sound of whining, don't click the link.
Another one of my patented lists. -- There's people looking for way weirder things than I am, you know.
I hate punk rock. -- Seriously, you guys are starting to piss me off now.
Bullshit. -- I got your fucking 'plus sized' right here, asshole.
A plague a' both our houses. -- We're infested. Help a brotha out, squash one of these things.
agasu. -- agasu.
Dear Rebecca. -- Unsent.
Ditching work. -- Sport of Kings.
"Wake up, you prick!" -- Thanks dad, that's *just* what I needed. How do you always know?
I'm living the wrong life. -- Yo, why can't I go party too?
I feel so fucking terrible. -- Ehck.
I'm BACK, bitches!! -- You suck dick for bus fare then walk home!
"Um, you're cool. . . and, uh. . . stuff." -- I'm a social klutz.
My first survey. -- Are you my kind of girl? No? Well prove it.
The Titty Bar. -- The other other white meat.
Piercings. -- Are you an idiot?
Little differences. -- Between cats and dogs, or me and girls.

--garbage-- (lies in poetry)
--ungrateful (again).-- --angst-ridden barbie/'cum-sucking hag'.-- --puddle of you.--
--fish food.-- --tues. mar. 5, 3:08am(immaturity)-- --venom.--
--on a dead end road w/ a bag of sour keys.-- --nuts./wedge.-- --advanced stages of longing.--
--suburbia.-- --problems with you.-- --olive skin girl.--
--requiem for a blonde.-- --wall of ice.-- --blah blah blah.--
--for so long.-- --and i hate you more than anything.-- --come in out of the rain, my friend.--
--beach blanket bingo.-- --green hell.-- --the Big-Time, Coffee House Blues.--
--cocks.-- --despair.-- --wonder.--
--what i'd do with you.-- --a girl called You.-- --blissful goo.--
--the little black box.-- --the only prize that's worth it.-- --the Parker Bros. lament--
--kick me.-- --two friends.-- --the perfect jellybean.--
--super-terrific-fantastico!-- --odd feeling.-- --i want you.--
--count.-- --secret.-- --you and me.--
--chicken soft taco.-- --you.-- --used to.--
--head+stuffed in ass=communication problem.-- --the sound of fucking.-- --glass house.--
--hide n' seek.-- --No Stops.-- --ob-la-di.--
--Monopoly money.-- --compassion.-- --dead.--
--i will die screaming.-- --amnesia.-- --the lies i tell.--
--no.-- --boobs/nothing.-- --stop.--
--ICICLE/University.-- --spot.-- --lost gunslingers.--
--amy.-- --rattlesnake.-- --say it.--
--real world.-- --smile.-- --room with a view.--
--sword.-- --surprises.-- --buzz.--

--sickness and pain-- (short stories of horror and lies)
the Jar of Answers. -- Too good to be true.
payola. -- New and improved . . . and fucking weird.
art class. -- High school can be gruesome.
girl. -- . . . and the hallways in school can be dangerous.
the Busboy vs. the Countergirl -- There's two sides to every story.
traffic. -- Everyone hates traffic jams.
10:08. -- What a difference one minute can make.
gun. -- Patches don't help for long.
devourer of lies. -- A feast of lies.
beautiful. -- Touch, sight, smell, hearing, taste . . . these are best with someone else.

--girls vs.-- (lies about girls)
. . . pennies. -- Frig, I'm one harsh bastard. I seriously have to cut this shit out.
Shit, I was wrong. -- You know what? It's actually great to be a girl.
Special Edition -- the Survivor! Edition. . .
. . . hockey. -- He shoots . . . ?
. . . nintendo. -- So many buttons . . .
. . . religion. -- Who loves you and who do you love?
. . . professors. -- In a class full of hundreds of people . . .
. . . wrestling. -- Mm, full contact.
. . . used cars. -- Look, I'll cut you a deal . . .
. . . food. -- My favourite one.

--ancient-- (assorted exposed, outdated and dead lies)
1000morefools.html 400.html ahhshit.html aids.html alliwant.html angrier.html asslips.html ataris.html badhead.html bald.html bastardized.html bigkid.html bitch.html bored.html cancon.html catchick.html cip.html conversation.html crime.html date.html day1.html day2.html day3.html day4.html day5.html dictionary.html disarray.html dontknownothin.html dreamgrrl.html dreams.html drunks.html enemy.html everlong.html faust.html faq.html fierce.html fivepeople.html fuckoff.html gin.html girlie.html girls.html glasses.html goneaway.html groundhog.html guilty.html hangover.html heaven.html heroin.html herpes.html hooboy.html idontwantto.html justme.html Jello. lardass.html lauren.html letter.html letterstome.html lip.html list.html manic.html media.html nicknames.html nipples.html nofriends.html ohmygod.html patches.html poem.html pounding.html prozzakgirl.html questions.html reading.html rebound.html relief.html response.html revisited.html roo.html sarcasm.html shooting.html shutup.html sigh.html slice.html slow.html smoke.html stink.html story.html stupidgirls.html sunrise.html tart.html thatsyou.html thinkofme.html toilet.html try.html untitled.html vacation.html vicious5.html voteforme.html weekend.html whativelearned.html

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. . . I guess it doesn't help that I can't program worth shit . . .
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Adam was walking around the Garden of Eden feeling very lonely, so God asked him, "What is wrong with you?"
Adam said he didn't have anyone to talk to. God said that He was going to make Adam a companion and that it would be a 'woman'.
God said, "This person will gather food for you, cook for you, and when you discover clothing she'll wash it for you. She will always agree with every decision you make. She will bear your children and never ask you to get up in the middle of the night to take care of them. She will not nag you and will always be the first to admit she was wrong when you've had a disagreement. She will never have a headache and will freely give you love and passion whenever you need it."
Adam asked God, "What will a woman like this cost?"
God replied, "An arm and a leg."
Then Adam asked, "Damn! Forget that! Hmn. So... what can I get for an extra, useless rib?"

The rest is history . . .