the radio should sound more like "The Secret Life of The Veronicas"

and less like the 2nd albums of Boys Like Girls, Faber Drive, and generally every poppunk band that has hopped onto the "let's make bad electropop" train. seriously, i don't particularly hate on autotune or nothin', but when all them poppunkers i used to drop their guitars and pick up blip-blop keyboards, i get hella sad.

look, you might think modern radio poppunk is shit in general, but come on, would you rather the (kind of clumsily articulated, but that's past the point) teenage angst of "i need a little more luck than a little bit/cos every time i get stuck the words won't fit" or, uh..."no, nobody stop, everybody move/get up and dance, g-g-get up and dance/move your body, b-b-body"

seriously,

fuck this shit.

LUCID TV UPDATES SOMETIMES

THIS IS A FACT

i am as blond as that guy from Cheers

1 [X ] Gum has fallen out of your mouth when you were talking
2 [X]Gum has fallen out of your mouth when you were NOT talking
3 [X] You have ran into a glass/screen door
4 [ X] You have jumped out of a moving vehicle.
5 [X] You have thought of something funny and laughed, then people gave you weird looks.
6 [X ] You have walked into a tree
7 [X] It IS possible to lick your elbow
8 [X ] You just tried to lick your elbow
9 [ ] You never knew that the Alphabet and Twinkle Twinkle Little Star have the same rhythm
10 [ X] You just tried to sing them
11 [X] You have tripped on your shoelace and fallen
12 [X] You have choked on your own spit
13 [ ] You have seen some of the the Matrix and still don't get it.
14 [] You didn't notice that in the last question 'the' was spelled twice
15 [X] You just looked at it
16 [ ] Your hair is blonde
17 [X] People have called you slow
18 [X ] You have accidentally caught something on fire
19 [X] You tried to drink out of a straw, but it went into your nose/eyes
20 [X ]You have caught yourself drooling
21 [X ] You've fallen asleep in some RANDOM house
22 [X ] Sometimes you just stop thinking
23 [X] You are telling a story and forget what you were talking about
24 [X] People are often shaking their heads and walk away from you
25 [X] You are often told to use your 'inside voice'
26 [X ] You use your fingers to do simple math
27 [X ] You have eaten a bug
28 [ ] You are taking this test when you should be doing something important.
29 [X] You have put your clothes on backwards or inside out, and didn't realize it
30 [X] You've looked all over for something and realized it was in your hand or pocket
31 [ ] You sometimes Send Forwards on because you are scared that what they say will happen to you if you don't even when you know it won't happen to you.
32 [X] You break a lot of things.
33 [ ] Friends know not to use big words around you
34 [X ]You tilt your head when you're confused
35 [X] You have fallen out of your chair before
36 [X] When you're laying in bed, you try to find pictures in the texture of the ceiling/wall.
37 [X ] The word 'umm' is used many times a day
38 [X] You called a friend and then completely forgot what you were gonna say
39 [ X] You have spelled your name wrong
40 [X] You have drawn a retarded heart

if you dont think this is the catchiest thing ever then i hate you forever

i have nothing to say, nothing at all.

also hey let's play continue to make my non-existent readers uncomfortable w/ more homoeroticism

if i could choose i would totally be the friction in pete's jeans.

codie is fantastic & i love tim

i would like to kiss them both on the mouth.
also in other places.

couldnt post yesterday, lack of internets being the reason.

argh rents have stopped me from spending all night and most of the day on my lappy

that is about it.

also hey i just blogged about something that happened to me.
does that make me a conformist bitch?
discuss.

gottagottagottaposteveryday

daylight savingtimes.
just so you know.

there is still hope!

angst.

The Story of a Man Named Jack

It was a cold December morning and a brisk wind blew through the silent empty streets. The only pedestrians were frosted over leaves, twigs and similar detritus carried along until caught in stormwater drains and storefront alcoves. It was still a few hours before the first busload of people hurried to work, before the white-collars would begin to hustle and bustle about the streets of the business district, wrapped deep inside the folds of overcoats and binds of scarves.

I took a deep breath, held it in, let the cold, crisp air cool my body, slow my heartbeat. I ran my right hand through my hair, the grease and grime holding it back, preventing it from bothering my vision. I lowered the binoculars in my left hand, and began to walk towards the business district.

It was a beautiful day to die.

I walked slowly through the streets, not looking at anything in particular. A large sign in the window of a toystore proclaimed that

“It’s only 34 days till Christmas, but you can still get toys for low, low prices!”

I returned my gaze to my feet, studying the cobblestones with false intensity, avoiding the gazes of passer-bys.

Not that they were particularly interested.

A dirty coat on an unwashed body. Torn corduroys not quite able to hide frail legs. A week’s growth on his cheeks. A definite odour coming from his body. Nothing to see here. Just another bum on the streets.

As I walked on, I wondered how it had ever gotten this bad.

We were inside The Broken Egg Café. Ellen and I. Though the food wasn’t that great, it was close to both of our workplaces and the convenience was what mattered. I took small bites at my focaccia, half-listening to her recount of the antics of her colleagues, enjoying her company. I took a sidelong glance at the stores on the other side of the street. A large sign in the window of a toystore proclaimed that

“It’s only 68 days till Christmas, but you can still get toys for low, low prices!”

68 days. More than enough time to take half my savings and pick out an engagement ring. I looked at her and smiled.

My reverie was broken by the beep of my cellphone.

“Boss’ office. 15 min.” I read aloud.

Finally! After working the same underpaid position for 3 years, my supervisor had gotten round to putting in a word for my long overdue promotion. I quickly shared the information with Ellen, and exited the café with her excited congratulations in my ears.

My heart beat fast as I walked towards the door. Simple in design, the plaque on it simply read “CEO”. I forced my breathing to slow, straightened my tie, and knocked on the door.

The door opened a crack.

“Yes?” came a voice from the other side.

“You sent for me, sir? My name-”

I cut myself short as the door opened the rest of the way.

“Ah, yes, of course. Come in.”

The Boss motioned towards a single swivel chair, placed opposite a heavy wooden one, a mahogany desk in between the two.

We sat in our respective seats.

“You know I don’t have a lot of time, so if I could skip the formalities and get straight to what this is abou-”

“Of course. My employment, right?”

“Yes. We’ve been outsourcing many of the positions in our company, and so it is with regret that we must let you go.”

I broke out of my daydream as I entered the local downtown bar. Though it was only early afternoon, the bartender did not ask any questions as he gave me my drink. Of course not. His job was to serve drinks, and mind his own business.

If only Ellen was the same way. Ellen. She had left me. She said that I had become odd, started drinking too much for her liking. That ever since I’d lost my job, I was a different person. That ever since I lost my job, she could no longer love me.

It all suddenly clicked into place. None of this would have happened if I hadn’t been laid off. That one single thing had caused all of my problems, had caused my life to crumble down around me. It was all their fault. I had worked my ass off for them, and this is how they repaid me.

They would pay.

It was a cold December morning and a brisk wind blew through the silent empty streets. The only pedestrians were frosted over leaves, twigs and similar detritus carried along until caught in stormwater drains and storefront alcoves. It was still a few hours before the first busload of people hurried to work, before the white-collars would begin to hustle and bustle about the streets of the business district, wrapped deep inside the folds of overcoats and binds of scarves.

I took a deep breath, held it in, let the cold, crisp air cool my body, slow my heartbeat. I ran my right hand through my hair, the grease and grime holding it back, preventing it from bothering my vision. I lowered the binoculars in my left hand, and began to walk towards the business district.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out the blueprint, looking at it one last time, though already knowing exactly where the building’s support was weakest, where a fair-sized explosion would send the whole thing crumbling down, along with everyone in it.

I made sure the vest was well concealed under my coat.

It was a beautiful day to die.

this dude is pretty alright as well.

the end

noone won, and i am never doing that again.

i will win this thing

for it is impossible for me to lose.
the possibility of me losing is something that i will not even stop to consider, for it is non-existent.
delicious awaits me for when i win this thing.
i can taste it now.
it's gonna be so good.
even if it costs me my life.
i will win this thing.

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GLORIA JEAN'S IS UNBELIEVABLY EXCELLENT.
IF I WERE TO EXPRESS THIS IN LOWERCASE, MRS GLORIA JEAN KVETKO WOULD HUNT ME DOWN AND EAT MY FACE BECAUSE I DID NOT ACCURATELY DESCRIBE HOW EXCELLENT GLORIA JEAN'S IS.
HOORAY FOR THIS CRAZY LADY!
EVERYBODY!
LEMME HEAR YOU SAY IT!
"GLORIA JEAN'S IS PRETTY ALRIGHT!"
"HOORAY!"
"WE ENJOY YOUR BARISTA'ING SKILLS!"
"EVERYBODY GET SOME COFFEE FROM THIS LADY!"
"THEN TELL THE WORLD HOW EXCELLENT IT IS, BY WAY OF BLOG!"

"gloria jean's coffee. it's pretty alright."

I Know The Secret!
Drunken Staircase.
Like a Codie in a Tinted Windowsill.
Hot. Cold. Taco.
Social Castration.
Krieger Can Do Better.
Land and Miss a Lick.
Catastrophe.
Death in the Indian Summer.
Death from life.
I know the secret.