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(no subject) [Apr. 15th, 2004|11:36 pm]
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 23.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.


Most cylinders have a collar welded to the cylinder to protect the cylinder service valve from damage, however some cylinders use a steel collar that screws on over the cylinder service valve for protection instead of an attached collar
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(no subject) [Feb. 17th, 2004|02:51 pm]
Man, when am I going to stop wasting my life?
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The contenders : Series 7 [Jun. 15th, 2003|03:11 am]
So I was watching this show on movie central, it was at 1am

the intro voice deally guy says "These are real people and real events" or some shibbidy like that.

This show is about killing. More so it's about people killing people. No no no! It's a show where the contestants kill eachother.
It starts off with th person who hasn't been killed from the last episode, air lifts said person to a new town, then goes on to draw people from the town at random. Then these people in ski masks come to their house, gives them a glock and say have fun.

then for the next hour and a half(tv time of coarse) they set out and try to be the last contender alive.

WTF!!

The show is fake, no shit. But the the hell?
One contender was an 18yr old high school student. When she tries to get her first kill, her parents driver her to the guys house, then give her a little power speech to set her on her way with her little m16.

Fuck man!

Oh yeah, and the carry over person from the last episode was this lady who was 8 months pregnant.
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(no subject) [Apr. 22nd, 2003|12:29 am]
We set out with 56 grams of marijuana
24.5 grams of mush rooms
48 cans of beer
4 packs of cigarettes
56 hot dogs
and 2 cubes of margarine

fuck was that a weekend.

I've been fucked beyond boundries since thursday evening. I got drunk at 9 am saturday. I jumped clear over a total strangers head while on mushrooms. We burned everything.

This is the best 420 I could have hoped for. Although about this time last night I was fiending some beer we alread drank.

While the mushrooms were kicking in, aaron who had not done mugs, did something very stupid. the park ranger droped by to hook us up with some wood, and she was getting the money when aaron leans over to her and says "I'm so stoned" she didn't know what to do, it was sooo funny.




Happy 420, and to all a GOoood assed fuckin' sleep and shit, yeah man. Sleep.
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(no subject) [Apr. 6th, 2003|02:22 pm]
It's going good. I'm happy again. It's nice being so content with everything.

Go pineapple.
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(no subject) [Mar. 23rd, 2003|10:29 pm]
420.
Going camping.
Fench beach.
420 too far away
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Dire Straits - private investigations [Mar. 19th, 2003|12:34 am]
It's a mystery to me - the game commences
for the usual fee - plus expenses
confidential information - contained in a diary
this is my investigation - not a public inquiry

I go checking out the reports - digging up the dirt
you get to meet all sorts in this line of work
treachery and treason - there's always an excuse for it
and when I find the reason I still can't get used to it

And what have you got at the end of the day?
what have you got to take away?
a bottle of whisky and a new set of lies
blinds on the windows and a pain behind the eyes

Scarred for life - no compensation
private investigations
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(no subject) [Mar. 11th, 2003|11:33 am]
I've lost friends. I've lost parents. And now I'm loosing my mind.
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Don't argue with a cop. [Mar. 6th, 2003|11:19 pm]
So tonight was quite the night.
Along with a few wierd things happeneing, time flying by and so on.

I was on a delivery in belmont park(It's the military housing place. I was comming back, just about out of this place. And I see one of them decked out crown vics on another road. It looks exactly like an rcmp car, aside from it's stripe is red and it had military police written all over it.
Back to the story. I go past him, low and behold he puts his lights on. Alright, at the point I saw him I was doing about 40-45. So I though that it would be a breeze. He's walking up and I do some quick thinking and put my pizza bag on the seet next to me. Cop come to the window.
"Good evening sir, Are you aware of the speed limit around here?"
"30"
"I clocked you going 62"
"No way! I was not doing 62, I looked at my speedometer and it said 45, it didn't feel like 62 at all... no way I was going that fast."
"I clocked you going 62, I rely on my radar"
"There must be something funky with your radar gun then, because I wasn't going that fast."
"I can show you the gun, it says 62."
"I know it says 62, but I Wasn't speeding, there must be something wrong with it."
"Sir, it would be best for you if you stop arguing. With your licence and this ticket, it's just not worth it. "
then we went through the 'are you working' bit.
I can't remember the rest, but I know he told me to stop arguing three more times. When talking to this guy I actually thought I hadn't been doing 62.
On my drive home it dawned on me that they were trapping and had got me before I slowed down.
It was funny, they cop kept getting more and more pissed off with me.

At the end he told me to just slow it down a bit. I said okay, and he made me say it twice more before he left me go.
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(no subject) [Feb. 28th, 2003|11:23 pm]
So, they were a bitch tonight. I wonder what I did to piss them off this time. Maybe I can't do anything but fuck up. I dunno, either way I dun like it.
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