Sunday, August 3rd, 2003
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10:29 pm
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just updating for the hell of it. for anyone that still has me on their friends list for laodicea and never got the last one i have a new journal. its not really even that new anymore.
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Monday, March 31st, 2003
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2:31 pm - And you thought I could stay away....
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Its brand new and improved!
www.livejournal.com/users/cornpone
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Tuesday, March 25th, 2003
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1:59 am - tick tick tick tick
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i haven't been able to write in three years. i get lucky every now and then but nothing is the same. i'm not your politcal woman. i'm not the hillbilly man tamer. i'm not the hip vegan girl or filled with forever clever remarks. i don't fit in. i hope i don't change my mind on this. life is beautiful. everything has been for YOU.
closed for business.
"you can plan a pretty picnic but you can't predict the weather"
current mood: the end
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Monday, March 24th, 2003
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5:50 pm - MICHAEL MOORE - WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!
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Gatlinburg was great. Oscars were crazy. Daniel Day-Lewis got robbed. Don't get me wrong, I love Adrien Brody but it was a big disappointment.
Tired of watching the news.
"you crazy baby bathsheba
i wancha
you're suffocating
you need
a good shed
i'm tired of living, sheba
so give me
dead"
current mood: sunny
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Thursday, March 20th, 2003
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1:14 am - Let Me Get Some Action From The Back Section
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At first I was going to write "Liberals Make Me Sick - An Essay Of Opinions", and then I was deciding whether or not another "I Hate Men" post would be appropriate. Wondering if I should make any political statements concering the "war" or more poems about coffee...
then I said fuck it!
EXISTENZ IS A HIGHLY UNDERRATED KICKASS MOVIE
(for miss lindsay lemonpout)
current mood:  contemplative
current music: WAYNE WONDER! <3
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Wednesday, March 19th, 2003
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1:42 pm - YOU CAN'T FRONT ON THAT
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Who else has a vacation planned in the most fantastic getaway in Tenneessee? I can't wait to waste all of my money at Fannie Farkles arcade and stuff my mouth with funnel cakes and corn dogs.
No joke - for anyone who hasn't been to Gatlinburg, you haven't lived!
current mood:  excited
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Tuesday, March 18th, 2003
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4:11 pm - Acre Of MOONLAND!
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Today I got an e-mail advertising moon land at $29.99 an acre. At first I thought "Well that's stupid"...and then after a while I started thinking "Oh that's so cute"...
And now I WANT A PIECE.
So how 'bout it, only thirty bucks out the window and I get my own mineral rocks from the moon! What a great conversation starter, I could be the life at parties!
current mood: READY TO BE CONNED
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Saturday, March 15th, 2003
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5:45 pm - 934TEXAS
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I saw "City of God" last night. This is the best movie I have ever seen in my life and I highly recommend to movie fans and independent film lovers everywhere.
Its about three decades of gangsters in Rio de Janeiro (quite possibly the Brazilian "Goodfellas") cast with untrained actors that grew up in the slums of the "City of God", who most don't live past the age of twenty (if they're lucky).
The Violence Factor: You tend to lose count of how many people die in this movie.
Political Messages: The film ends with a scene with "The Runts", a gang of eight to nine year old boys planning their "Black List". One of the gang members asks if anyone knows how to write, and one of them answers "I do...sort of.." As if it were to say, if these kids were educated, they probably wouldn't be killing all these people.
Coming of Age: Just like any other, this movie is about growing up. In the most violent city in the world (next to Tijuana).
current music: Portishead
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Friday, March 14th, 2003
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4:12 am - ...And I Wish I Never Met Her Before
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What do these people have in common?
Dr. Seuss
Charles Barkley*
Queen Latifah
Erykah Badu
Anais Nin
Albert Einstein*
Kurt Cobain
Taylor Hanson*
<3Michael Caine<3*
Ten "points" awarded to the first person who can guess.
Another ten extra "points" given to the person who can guess what the stars next to the names represent.
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For anyone who was "lucky" enough to have read the unedited version of this post, I have regretfully deleted the obscene text because today is going to be bright and sunny.
You might be thinking "she's done it again, that man hater" or "jesus get a life, you bitter strut". You have to understand something - its my schtick.
Love it or leave it.
current mood: giddy
current music: Hold On Tight - Adventures In Babysitting soundtrack
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Thursday, March 13th, 2003
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5:06 pm - Whore In My Bed
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I think Michael Jackson should stop pouring his heart out to journalists that hate him.
Yesterday I got home from Chicago. It was the funnest thing that has happened to me in about six months and I am really excited to be moving. I will be eating at the Golden Nugget all the time.
Oh yes...Tommorow is my birthday. Plea$e $end money!!
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Thursday, March 6th, 2003
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5:43 pm - WWW.LIVEJOURNAL.COM/COMMUNITY/THEDICKLIST
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My friends and I have started a new community!
Ladies, join up. Tell your friends, tell your mom, please...no "men" allowed. Thank you!
current mood: cheerful
current music: The Roots - Phrenology
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Wednesday, March 5th, 2003
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5:54 am - Short Drive Home
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Its just me
and my endless cup of coffee
Enjoying our fling,
Flashin' the bling
all over this diner.
We make sweet love
with lotsa cream lotsa sugar
Your affection unconditional
ooh you keep me up all night.
I know its just wrong but it feels so right.
You leave stains on my sleeve
baby don't leave
Check please
current mood: wired
current music: for those who have asked thats a poem about COFFEE
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1:28 am - Get Busy Just One More Time
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Ce n'ast pas de ma faute.
I'm going on vacation this upcoming week. Escaping the war protests and beer night at Hooters, not to mention other previously scheduled events...
side note: I would never protest this "war", like my opinion means DICK to anybody. LETS GET IT ON!!!
current mood:  blah
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Monday, March 3rd, 2003
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5:33 pm - Conjunction Junction, What's Your Function?
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i admit:
i bought all of your gifts at the flea market.
FORGIVE ME,
i love the corn dogs at the tennessee state fair flea market.
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I saw Old School on Saturday night and I highly recommend!
<3 Vince Vaughn <3
current mood:  sleepy
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Saturday, March 1st, 2003
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7:07 pm - Mine To Yours
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I'm sick of being consumed by grief. No more of the good times will ever get me so low again. Hungover from a night of fucking with a boy who doesn't remember my name, stuck washing his trendy clothes the next morning (for free). My heart still beats for you, pumping the same blood that once spilled over the sleeves of my new white blouse. More dirty laundry to be washed, more time to be wasted on the boy who does not remember my name, more rejected phone calls and the automated voice that tells me the party I'm calling is no longer connected.
I wish this was a fucking PARTY.
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Friday, February 28th, 2003
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5:02 am - It Was All A Dream About Tennessee...
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This is a direct order for everyone to go out and buy '3 years, 5 months and 2 days in the life of...' (new or used). Its time for Arrested Development to make a comeback.
What's this? FAKE bacon bits?!
rest in peace fred rogers
current music: Where Do I Begin....
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Thursday, February 27th, 2003
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4:52 am - In The Simple Words Of Ween...
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You fucked up
You bitch
You really fucked up
You fucked up
You fuckin nazi whore
You dicked me over
But now you'll pay
You fucked up!
current mood: hatin' some bitches
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Tuesday, February 25th, 2003
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2:31 am
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I feel sick to my stomach. I am going to have a heart attack and die if I keep feeling like this. I just want it to go away.
I need to say something to you.
And I need you to listen.
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Monday, February 24th, 2003
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5:56 am - Make That Ass Clap, Make It Snap Let Me Hear It Now
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I've been wondering about the zodiac. I read my horoscope for fun sometimes but I was never really as interested in it as I have become - I check it everyday now.
"If you present yourself as a confident and dependable person, your career will skyrocket to the top", it tells me.
The universe doesn't give two damns about my "career"! (or my lovelife for that matter)
Its all a bunch of shit. HOROSCOPES LIE. And I don't want any snooty comments saying things like "and you're just now realizing this?"
I am heartbroken. I thought I was a Pisces Queen. Last of the Great Romantics. I believed my horoscope like so many times I believed a boy when he told me I was beautiful. (CRASH)
I'll read descriptions for other signs and its always something positive and exciting. Leo is an "I'm in charge" sign, Aquarius is always inventive and unique, Gemini always has wonderful things to say....
but Pisces. "Overly sensative and easily becomes addicted to alcohol. Too dependent on others, spends most of their time dreaming." This makes me so bitter. I HATE THE FUCKING ZODIAC!
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Ever been SLAMMED? This movie said alot to me. I'm sharing it with you.
"Run Free"
-I feel like my back is against a brick wall and I've got a Mack truck two inches from my face. Every cell in my body is screaming "RUN!" but I can't...I'm kicking and stomping and running and jumping, wreaking all kinds of havoc, creating a bloody mess and I am going nowhere. Somewhere in my mind I think I am moving. Somewhere in reality I am running. Somewhere inside myself I am oh so still. Quiet. Dead. My soul is not rising. My spirit is not lifting. My life is not living. But I am running. Moving through the universe, a whirling dervish with no end, no purpose, no means, no life left to live. And yet, still, I want to go to that place where I can run, run free, my mind tells me. But those two words cannot occupy the same space in reality. Run. Free.
My back is against a brick wall, I got a Mack truck two inches from my face! Well run free baby, run now. It just looks hard, but it would be, so easy. Just turn around and go! Clip all the wires, hook-ups and hangups and then you're HOME FREE. You can give birth, torrents you so easily you'll believe it's always been there, while the natural order made-to-order by your forever clever mind, constantly protecting you against things you no longer need to be protected from! AND I BELIEVE. I believe like a holy roller singing sweaty preaching Go Tell It On The Mountain, while speaking in twenty different tongues and diving in ten thousand feet of baptismal water without a life preserver. I believe like my bullet-ridden brother out there somewhere right now, gurgling blood through his last breath, spitting out a red bright prayer. So new, so sweet, so baby fresh. So full of truth he thinks he can save his life!
God does not exist in desperation and Hope is lying dead, somewhere in the sewer down the street around the corner in the alley underneath the feet of somebody, itching scratching trembling, chosen for that next heat and suckin somebody's dick! Got two minutes y'all, I got TWO MOTHERFUCKIN MINUTES before I run free or die. Two minutes...before I smash my face into the grill of a Mack truck. Before I get ten thousand bricks shoved up my ass
Before I RUN FREE OR DIE-
current mood: disappointed
current music: Wax - California
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Thursday, February 20th, 2003
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4:35 am - Jesus Never Had A Curfew
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I was watching tv late last night, surfing through infomercials, Boomerang and religious programming when I started to wonder: Do televangelists realize what kind of audience they target at 4AM?
First, there are the third shift people like myself, who get home from work, sit on their couches, eating chips and hating their jobs SO MUCH that they are convinced there is no God.
Second, you have insomniacs. This particular breed stays up way past Grandpa and never really has a clue what the hell is going on anyway. If an insomniac calls the televangelist 1-800 hotline wanting to know more about Jesus, it's probably because they're dilusional (and every word coming out of the pastor's mouth is HILARIOUS).
Third, people who are codependent to substance. Alcoholics don't need religion because they believe Christ comes in a bottle. Crackheads don't have time for church because they're too busy pawning other people's shit. But they all stay up deep into the hours of the morn, perhaps pondering life itself when they stumble on channel 17 (known for that woman with the notoriously BIG PINK HAIR).
Most narrow-minded Christians think sinners stay up past ten. And they're right.
current mood:  awake
current music: Arrested Development
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