Wednesday, June 23, 2004

I suppose I should officially say...SO LONG. This is my last post. And I'm drunk. Which is fitting. I'm also down in Georgia. Which isn't so fitting, because it's hot as fuck and I should've known that. I'm not living down here again, just visiting for a few special occasions. I would like to thank everyone whose visited my website over the year & some change, leaving comments, lyin by tellin me I'm cool, lettin me bother the fuck out of you on AIM, which I will probably continue to do (regulated by alcohol & desire for human electronicship). I wish I had something more to say, but I don't want to get too dramatic. Cause, tears, yeah, they are abound.


Everyone take care, be cool. Good things, kids, good things.
with nothing special Hot D Landfill 11:15 PM

Sunday, May 23, 2004

Well, what intoxicates HD. There is Jim Beam, but this gal does more.

with nothing special Hot D Landfill 3:32 AM

Yeah, so, update.

2 A's, 2 B's.
This writing major, I will whoop it.
No gal yet.
Women rejoice.
I'm a best man.
Prayin Groom don't die in Iraq.
Can throw one helluva party (no update needed there).
Need to get another fish.
Still lovin chocolate milk, whole, not 2%.
Believe it or not, vitamins are cool.
HD is kinda loaded.

with nothing special Hot D Landfill 2:44 AM

Thursday, January 29, 2004


Is Tom Berenger a poor man's Treat Williams, or is it the other way around.

Regardless...I'm actually enjoying school. And I think the prophecies say that if such an event were to happen that someone should build an Ark. The boat not the box.

Good luck.
with nothing special Hot D Landfill 2:00 AM

Tuesday, January 20, 2004

Which is worse?

On Saturday my father and I actually watched some of the Nick and Jessica marathon or that last night he had 20 minute, in-depth conversation with my sister about said show.

with nothing special Hot D Landfill 5:02 PM

Thursday, January 15, 2004

Okay, since I'm startin back to school. Can I pull off not too old, good lookin enough? Cause I'm nervous as fuck.

Forgive the bathroom

Me right now & again now.
with nothing special Hot D Landfill 1:21 AM

I have nothing funny to report. Things have been fucked up. My family seems to have lost its collective mind. I would love to go into a hilarious commentary, but I don't have the time and neither do you.

And thanks to this Agatha lady who responded a bajillion times cause I'm sure my commenting was fucked up, and....

1,2,3 I woke up early this morning and I went to the five and dime, I saw this pretty young lady that was real, real fine, I tapped on the shoulder and said, "Ahem, excuse me, ma'am.."...uh, I'll stop there.
with nothing special Hot D Landfill 12:02 AM

Friday, January 09, 2004

What to blog. Okay, Holidays.

Was fine. Time with my friends was the best. And Atlanta no longer exists cause I fucking drank it. I looked the 10 car pile up most of the time. Then I started drinking again and became sophisticated.

Nearly strangled my grandmother a hundred times over. That woman needs to go away.

Got some cool presents. Very cool presents, actually. Such as the always wicked slick mix discs from Boz. And also very happy folks dug their discs from me.

Deduced some info about someone when they could've had the courtesy to tell me, tho they didn't really have to, but it would have been pretty nice to know without having to PI the info. Common courtesy and all.

Got shot in the neck by a bottle rocket.

Got hypnotized by this girl's beauty fine ass.

Farted on a friend's face while he was passed out drunk.

But the best part was at a bar. Me and some cronies were trying to get these girls to go to another bar with us, they wouldn't cause we were sloppy drunk and stinky, so my buddy booed them like an angry fan. Right in her face, a big loud, "Boooooo!" I was awed.

That's all that I can think of right now.

Well, it's Friday. Who's got big plans? Not me, cause I have NO ONE.

Have a great weekend.

with nothing special Hot D Landfill 3:19 PM

Tuesday, December 23, 2003

Note: For those of you receiving mix discs, please do not look for any hidden meaning in the order or general idea of included songs. That would surely make me seem the psycho. Thanks, Mgmt.

In other news, pick up Permission To Land by The Darkness. It'll rock your hair band, glam metal ass off. I never thought I'd pick up a CD from a band that I heard on MTV since 120 Minutes went off the air. I'm such a tool.
with nothing special Hot D Landfill 4:39 PM

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Largest attempt at efficient sanitiation since McDonalds got rid of the styrofoam. I've been selected as the 2003 the fun-to-drive-champ. For some reason I allowed "flaccid is nnotco" to become the subject line of my life. I'm a damn hell ass king. I should cook Brocktoon a nice dinner, not keep him in jar in my basement. I'll say 39 times that "I love you" to the beauty I have found. You can send me dead flowers at my wedding, or by the U.S. Mail. I'll pretend I'm sober and call it a day

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