Journals
Tuesday,Mar 29 2005, 01:11:00 PM
Taking the Scum away. Im removing her from her freshly painted house and taking her to the comfortable basement of my grammies. We get to bring our "queer food" and run rappid through the streets of Courtney. Beware. We're coming. We're bored and dangerouse. Machiene Guns filled with glitter, and flower powers. Be-freaking-wear. We're coimg to get you. Be back on saturday or sometime in there. Hopefully arms full with treasures. I plan on taking pictures of homeless people and random things. It shall be good...
"YO! Pebius Mullet! How's it going dawg."
Sunday,Mar 27 2005, 02:19:00 PM
Oh how I do adore these ridiculouse holidays.
I dont like easter candys. Id much rather be eating chaulky candy hearts.
Sunday,Mar 27 2005, 05:50:00 AM
Saturday,Mar 26 2005, 09:29:00 AM
Im starting to F'in HATE spring break. Ive done nothing. Really nothing. Havent left the house for days. LIving on my computer chair. I want to go see my scums. I want to be helping them pain megs ugly basement.
lips gone numb froming eat FAR to many popsicles.
Thursday,Mar 24 2005, 10:22:00 PM
after my incident downtown yeasterday with the dreaded doctor. i went to superstore. oh yah the big SUPER store. to buy my meds. walk inside. strut over and give the lady with a funny accent my perscritption. and talk cassually with my step mom as she looks at bra's. then who struts his flamming techy ass by.
MOOSE! yes MOOOSE! one part of the moosle. I giggle to the extreme and stare rather obviously at him as my step mom browes. He picks up whatever it was that he was looking for and walks off. I watch him swager his giant gay booty into the distance and then it hits me. I realize what he was looking at.
Slowly I moosey around the corner, mosey in a non moseing manner. and YES! My suspicion was correct! LITTLE MOOOSEY WAS BUYINGG... CONDOMS! OMFG.
I think I had a spazz right there in the aile. My step mom grabs me nervously and averts my eyes to the hair dye. I twich and grab a box and hand it to her. Not paying much attention to the colour, I couldnt get the moose incident out of my head.
Swagger around the store and point out random garden tacky's that my step mom would love, eyes wide hoping to catch another glace of moose. His innocent gone. He is no longer. The Fagtechyguy. No. That person is dead.
Moose is now. Moose. Thefabcondombuyingnotsoinnocenttechyguy.

