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Thursday, 24 June 2004
Mood:
 blue
Now Playing: Yuria Yato-SAYONARA (theme to Saikano anime)
Topic: Farewell
Well folks, bye.
Ok, you want to know why, right? I don't know. No one reads my blog and you know how the saying goes: if at first you don't succeed, try, try again. And then quit. No use making a fool of yourself. so that's what I'm doing. I'm going to start up a new blog site soon, or something. Right now I'm just, you know, too....tired. When I first met Rakyo I helped her to get a blog and now that hers has succeeded and her friends are constantly reading it, I'm glad. totemo yokkatta sou omotta demo sugoku kanashii. I wish I had friends like that. All my friends have either died or hate my guts.
Posted by rocker naru
at 10:10 AM PDT
Tuesday, 22 June 2004
Gakuto-san DAI-DAI-DAISUKI (*_*(
Mood:
 happy
Topic: black panties
Just watched Moon Child for like the hundredth time. And my heart is beating to the words oh god, oh, god. Yes, yes yes. It is THAT good Thailand sounds like paradise when you think about it. Down south there is this place that you have to ride in a bus for two hours to find. There is a beach there. And at the beach the water sparkles. I am wishing never to come home, I am wishing to be gone forever. Mil is standing at the edge in his father's panama hat. And at the sight of my black panties, he groans.
Posted by rocker naru
at 10:32 PM PDT
Updated: Tuesday, 22 June 2004 10:38 PM PDT
a skeet skeet skeet
Mood:
 loud
Now Playing: L'Arc-en-Ciel: DRIVER'S HIGH
Topic: black panties
minna wa sugoku okotteru. shashin mitai je nai dakara. koko da yo koko. boku no shashin desu. Are you happy now people? Finally D's pic! Yay!! =D
Posted by rocker naru
at 10:16 PM PDT
Updated: Tuesday, 22 June 2004 10:28 PM PDT
Wednesday, 16 June 2004
Mood:
 irritated
Now Playing: L'Arc-en-Ciel- SHI NO HAI
Topic: cat waffles
Please, god let me wake one day to a sentence like " the sun is shining and mil is in my bed."
This morning I had to peel another cat off the driveway. There was pink ooze dripping from its eye sockets. The eyes are probably still missing, maybe the crows got to them first, and the sparrows too. Mil and I stood for about five minutes staring at the tuft of gray fur shooting from the cement and grasping it with a pair of silver barbecue tongs, Mil lifted it up in the air and said: " And another one bites the dust." "Flat, cat waffle," I said, " with pink syrup." Mil tries to throw the dead corpse at me and says, " Would you like some fries with that?"
Now I feel totaled, like effervescent shit. Like the dead cat, maybe.
I went to the bathroom today and stuck my hands out sideways to wash them just so I didn't have to look at myself in the mirror. I'm being a total sissy, but I'm down to my last smile this afternoon and it's so not going to be wasted on some trivial shit like that. My mother always said---well, never really listened to my mother, so I forgot what she said, but it made sense. Maybe it was, waste not, want not. Maybe it was, you want me to smile, you give me a dollar. And stupid me I always fell for that when I was young.
Here's a flashback. Have fun with it.
Mom: Where you going?
Me-Lord, I've done died and gone to hell.
Mom: Don't say hell. How many time I tell you not to say hell?
Me-Alright, I can't take this. I'm leaving.
Mom: Take off you clothes.
Me-What?
Mom: Take off you clothes. You want leave, OK, but gimme back my clothes. I buy them, not you.
I strip. I am down to my underwear and on the dark porch my butt is flashing jumbo letters for the world to see. And it says " Boys are stupid, throw rocks at them."
I had a picture posted on hot or not, but can't remember the password. I'll find it later.
Posted by rocker naru
at 4:14 PM PDT
Tuesday, 15 June 2004
All words are pegs to hang ideas on (harry ward beecher)
Mood:
loud
Now Playing: Gackt-Illness Illusion
this morning I wake up to find someone's chicken-bone arm splayed beside me, so I try desperately to sweep it off the bed, only it rolls over and dangles mercilessly over the edge like a broken door-hinge and I realize suddenly, morosely, that it was really MY chicken-bone arm and not some strangers and that I am very very late to work and I am STILL in a pissed anger over the US FEDERAL POSTAL OFFICE for not giving me my damn box when I showed them my ID AND the INVOICE. Not like I wanted to see another spit of spam mail littering my carpet. My husky eats the ones with the quarter-pound steaks on them.
Today speed-dialing to Robertsons, the operator in a Lolita-cum-Juggy voice says huskily: "I am taking off my bra and---" I gasped, slammed the phone and had to reexamine the phone number twice. If only Mil were here. He'd be all like: Oh, yeah, baby, I am taking off my socks." Lmfao. I love you, Mil. You're such a crazy, fucking bastard. Literally. Which eyecandy are you macking out with under the bleachers tonight, huh?
note to self: rubber-band works good against non-bacterial rashes. Air conditioners, too.
today's fruitless convo with Mil at Hoka Hoka:
Mil: God is everywhere. He's in between us right as we're speaking.
Me: (flicks his tie with my chopsticks) Hey, Church boy.
Mil: (slaps the chopsticks away) You're the one with the Jehovean complex.
Me: God isn't just in between us, Mil. He's inside us too.
Mil: Oh yeah? Then why does he let us feel so much pain?
Me: Church boy, the question is, why do you always think of God when you're hurt but never when you're happy?
Mil: (Covers his ears) I believe I do not know what I do not know and that makes me superior.
Today's fruitless convo with Dad:
Me: .50 caliber rifles can shoot down a bear.
Dad: No, it can't.
Me: Yes, it can.
Dad: No, it can't. No, it can't. No, it can't.
Me: I believe you have just won the award for greatest ASS of the Week.
Posted by rocker naru
at 6:16 PM PDT
Updated: Tuesday, 15 June 2004 6:30 PM PDT
Friday, 11 June 2004
the more complex the problem, the sooner the deadline-Larry Groede
Another fruitless argument, more wasted breaths and our family is slowing burning in this fire of attrition. Teeny says that I'm lucky, I have the perfect mother and I told her, No, you don't understand. But how can she understand? She's an outsider. She's the child looking in through a giant glass window at a toy store.
1:03 PM.
Today coming in to clock my time Poncho said that I almost gave him a heart attack. He said that for a minute there he thought I was a flying skeleton. Haha. Get it? Get it? I smiled. I said, Don't go to Somalia, Poncho, it's bad for you. He wonders just why the hell not? I told him, you know during a famine the fat ones always get eaten first.
People here think I don't socialize enough, that I spend too much time on the internet. So D2 is 'letting me know' that they log in the time and that they-who is they?-know you're using it and are you on your break because you can only use it during lunch breaks, just to let you know, you know? Yes. I know. Yes, I am .. "breaking". Yes, I understand. Thank you for letting me know. And then I smile and through the VAIO screen, the smile is withering over this blog, like a limp handshake.
Posted by rocker naru
at 9:15 AM PDT
Updated: Friday, 11 June 2004 1:14 PM PDT
Wednesday, 9 June 2004
Found a cool chat site at japan-guide.com. Even though the chat's still in its neanderthal stage and the words sog onto the screen and there is no wham-bang here is my message, it is still nice to go in there and find people who are actually sane. Try going into yahell chat at night. Freaks, drags and rapists show up like flies on the kill. Right now I feel exposed, not the naked exposed but the kind where your skin peels off like the skin of a grape slides clean of the pulp and they have let fly the rats. The guys keep staring at my chest when I bend over/talk to them/ignore them/tell them to stop looking at my boobs, but they can't help it can they? I mean, it is my fault for choosing a peasant blouse with a low bodice. My skin looks milky today and a little flushed( a good hue, means my cold is almost over) but my eyes red-rimmed from two am Nyquil rage. I should cut back on the meds. Someday it'll get me killed.
Oh yeah, great news. I met a fellow blogger: ryanpfk. Nice guy. Usually the other bloggers ignore me. Ryan, if you're reading, please understand I'm not such a bad person, just unrestrained and tongue-loose.
Dad's neglecting my car to fix Mil's CRX. My Civic is collecting dust near our garage. And there are dead silverfish on the hood. I tried brushing them off but they stick pretty well.
Posted by rocker naru
at 9:32 AM PDT
Tuesday, 8 June 2004
Feeling thin (-_-(
today I feel like shit. well, I don't know how shit really feels because I've never been shit, but this shitty, concrete weather is grating on my nerves: my eyes are itchy, one nostril is running while the other one is clogged. I'm wearing pumps and a gray dress suit and am feeling abso-fucking-lutely filthy. I'm sorry for using such horrible language. It's just the people at work pissed me off and I feel like taking it out on someone/thing.
conversation with poncho( a guy in my office):
-did you eat lunch?
me: yes
-what did you eat, a cracker? haha. get it? get it? (jabs me in the side with his thorny elbows)
me: you know what?
-what?
me: tu es un chien moche.
-I took french for three years, D. (eyes narrowed)
me: sacre bleu!
That was two hours ago. Now I'm going to staple papers for 8 bucks an hour. And working here, filing papers and sorting papers and alphabetizing papers, my papercuts have become trophies.
Posted by rocker naru
at 9:40 AM PDT
Updated: Tuesday, 8 June 2004 9:57 AM PDT
Monday, 7 June 2004
(-_-( Tiiiiired.
We ended up staying overnight at the beach. I met an Australian guy who argued with me over which sodas were better: Mountain Dew vs. Pepsi, Pepsi vs. Coke. I like Pepsi and HATE Mountain Dew. I can never get past the fact that it looks like diabetic pee. And he worships Mountain Dew. The Australian guy's name is Carson and he speaks fluent Khmer which suprised me. (@_@( He told my friends that he has lived there since he was 17 years old. Three hours later he was enjoying a marshmallow fight with us and the other grown-ups there. (My friend's mom went totally nuts and started throwing marshmallows at my mom and my mom threw it at our Dad and so on and so on.) But through the melee I was standing at the lip of the bonfire under the cannon of marshallows with this woman's husband and we were standing on one leg toasting our feet. Someone took our picture.
Listening to Driver's High. Feelin' it. Today I get to help Dad check out Mil's CRX. Once again, it's broken.
Posted by rocker naru
at 9:33 AM PDT
Sunday, 6 June 2004
Aargh! I hate summer!
hello all you delicious-looking people(and all you..ugly ones too. haha. JK. Don't kill me) (*_*( this is like my first blog entry, huh? So I'm like supposed to make this interesting and stuff but since I'm feeling like crap I don't want to. If you have any complaints, then feel free to shove it down your butts. I really am NOT feeling well. Also I'm being dragged to Bolsa Chica beach by my friends-no BUTS. My girl friends are really creepy, no kidding. And one of them has a nice left jab, too. So in a few hours we'll be burying our little brothers in the sand and running around jiggling our honey-bakes and our asses for all those red-faced beach-boys to enjoy.
Today's conversation with dad ( I don't really talk much to the Man):
Dad: Deja, eat your cereal.
Me: Fruit loops make me want to puke.
Dad: OK. Have some cavities.
Me: OK. And here, have some more prunes.
Posted by rocker naru
at 3:08 PM PDT
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