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Mr. Mixxx has a bad day|
Saturday, January 27, 2001 @ 10:36 p.m.
Here is what I did today:
i watched the movie l.a. confidential last night. have i mentioned that this is the best movie, like, ever? the first time i saw it i had no idea what was going on and couldn't follow the plot, but this time, not only did i know what was going on, but i had time to pay attention to russel crowe (and kevin spacey). it's always nice to know you're smart enough for the movies.
these types of movies are dangerous because they make me want to have sex with attractive people. i think we should all sort of acclimatize ourselves to the idea that we don't necessarily deserrve attractive bedmates, but it's movies like this that make us get uppity. you finish watching a movie like l.a. confidential, and suddenly you think you're kim basinger or something, you know? it ain't right for us regular folks.
so, that's what's new with me. what's new with you? (please email me. why do we all love getting email so much but we're so reticent to send it? i think we should try to feel some email love together now. totally. totally!)
one year ago: "exam week is OVER. now: a glorious four day weekend, glistening with sweat, blood, drops of green fruitopia and dew, ambrosia, still new, smelling of fresh leather, of wax, and of the undersides of clouds."
"at sears the other day they had "jocelyn throws," ugly floral printed covers to cover up your even uglier sofas. still, the novelty; the thrill. like a license plate only bigger."
"promise me i'm not the geek who fell to earth."
I have this theory that there are certain words that make anything funny. "man" is one, in the right context; "man" itself isn't funny, but stick anything else on the end ("manchair") and it is. "Monkey" and "pants" are two other words that fit into this category. And I think "pickle" is, too. What was that conversation Meghan and I were having? Something about manbitch llama monkey pants? Anyway, you're not the only one who has that craving.
"Well... you're funny!
I’m gonna go to sleep now, okay, guys? Guys? This isn’t funny!
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my brain is mucho frito
forget it. i don't need you to eat my pickles anymore; i like pickles.
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"you are smarts3" -me
reasons today is the best day in the world
Okay, so that was a pretty lame list. But check out how many lines it took up! I'm a fucking genius!
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is there somewhere we can be alone?
"we were talking about mexico, and i asked her, 'do you think it's safe to travel there alone?'"
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two years ago: "Water! This is my seventh glass of water today. I am going to form a water habit as a substitute for smoking.
Well, I guess I don't need a substitute for smoking. I'll use it as a substitute for food! then, slowly, oxygen... I'll apply my Lamarckian energies to evolving myself anaerobic-ly."
one year ago: "[on my theory of knowledge essay]: ...just because i already have some semi-intelligent thoughts lined up about it-- lined up like semi-intelligent preteens at a backstreet boys concert. but, everybody say OY. everybody say EUROFLAN. i LIKE the backstreet boys, and they finally have a new single. I want to be popular.
...actually, there is only one candlebox song i like: YOU. you made love to my harley."
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Good idea you shouldn't actually do for today: cut your own hair. I SO want to.
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repeat after me:
I will cultivate healthy relationships with my credit card.
Two new features* that I would like to see on deletia in the near future:
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one kilometres is enough kilometres for me
Interesting fact: the Spanish word "pescado," with an 's', means "fish". Without the 's' ("pecado"), the word means "sin". The Spanish word "sin" (pronounced "seen") means "without". Thus, let him who is without without fish cast the first stone.
Which actually makes sense, if you're trying to catch fish by throwing stones at them, braining them, and then catching them and grilling them in a light lemon marinade before they can recover consciousness.
Does anyone have the rapid fire theatre phone number? Not because I am going to necessarily volunteer to quit my day job, but because I got off work on Sunday.
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but someday i'm going to give up
ok, you know something weird? crosswinds took down my site without even telling me. and now i don't really remember what was on it anyway oh well
know something else that's weird i've decided not to use punctuation anymore i'm george bernard fuckin shaw. no capital letters, either.
also: i have a crush on mark from riothero (but no link, i'm not easy), and i don't care if everyone else in the world already does. i reserve my right to plagiarize other peoples' phases.
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oh, leave it alone
the other day, trying to make space on my bursting-at-the-seams hard drive (for the sims, of course), i madly deleted my way through several folders and found several executable files that (when executed, as one does with executable files) loaded a variety of pornographic materials. i have to wonder how these got onto my computer. Anyway, I deleted them. Someone-- my sister?-- is going to be very upset.
jeff: I think you are right. perhaps you should narrow your focus to homo sapiens sapiens-- homo erectus/homo habilis relationships. what a "jump in the park" fetish that would be.
Or, try looking for "anthropornomorphic"
I took up computing on an old 286, and so became familiar with DOS and bare-bones file management before ever being exposed to the pretty windows/mac os environment. and the file extension "exe" always made me think of little files, running around in business suits, taking their .sys friends out for lunch and so on. as my english prof said yesterday, "children have an amazing capacity for freshness of thought".
so much for call display. when i come home i have "3 nuevo llamados", but all three are "desconocido". i wonder whether kidnapped spanish tourists were forced by the general electric corporation to translate the messages for my phone ("Just write down the phrase 'Long distance' and we'll give you some more gruel.") i'm mourning for slave labour and no phone calls.
if i were talented, i would write a song, "the call display blues," and... well...
but as you know, my talent extends no further than bad teenage poetry, and even that is a bit of a stretch.
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i am sitting here, quietly judging you
revelation: i kick even more ass than I had originally thought, and-- let's face it-- that's a lot of ass.
bad teenage haiku:
Mr. Mixxx lives on. Vive la revolution!
Also: una lista nueva!
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sharon likes making mixtapes, and i like her pita.
This morning I woke up and said, "buenos dias, senor pescado," and that made me feel happy, at least for awhile.
These are the days in between, when everything seems hollow and mean...
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check me out, i'm on fire
wouldn't the universe make a lot more sense if the word "palindrome" actually was one?
hey, you, it's art of the mix!
around me everything is just beginning, but i am ending, you are the best ending ever
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I have a fish now.
Its name is Mr. Mmïxxx-- pronounced "mix".
Jeff gave it to me. Right now both the fish and me are kinda stressed.
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