February 14th, 2001

Ceci n'est pas une personne.

This weekend...

...should be awesome. We're going to the rave in Boonville. It'll be a 3-4 day party at Erika's, with 30-40 friends from Gigsville. If the last few Fucko (a "Fucko" is a citizen of Gigsville) events are any clue, this should be un-fucking-believable. I am so psyched just thinking about it.

Now if I could just keep thinking about it and not other things, all will be good. I wanna find a way to hold my brain hostage... "Think 'Happy Thought(TM)' or your Alison Hanigan fantasies get it!" Somehow I don't think my brain would care, but it's a nice idea.

I _NEED_ to lose weight. I'm tired of being a fat fuck. I've been lifting weights (I _HATE_ weight lifting... boring...), doing yoga (I _LOVE_ yoga! Very relaxing, and lot's of cool people who are not Body Nazi's.) I get down to 195, and that's it... I wanna be 180, but I just can't reach it. I wish I didn't love food so much. Maybe I should start doing DMT after every meal. Eat, trip, puke (not care I'm puking as I'm still tripping). I really want a new body... To look like Brad Pitt, Peirce Brosnan, Rupert Everret(sp?), or Chris Isaac. Not the fat hairy lump I am now. I don't see the "Teddy Bear" look being fashionable anytime soon.

Piggy In The Mirror by The Cure

shapes in the drink like christ
cracks in the pale blue wall
i'm walking slowly and quickly but always away
twisting twisting to the floor

flowers in your mouth and the same dry song
the routine from laughter land
sixteen white legs and a row of teeth
i watch you in secrecy

you're dying for the hope is gone
from here we go nowhere again
i'm trapped in my face and i'm changing
too much
i can't climb out the way i fell in

jump with me
for that old forgotten dance
the midnight sun will burn you up
your life is cold
your life is hard
your life is too much for words

these occasions are such a relief
another point another view to send
hey hey hey!
we start to talk
and it's all so safe
i feed you in my dreams

footsteps on a wire
high above my head
the stain reveals my real intention
i'm the waiting beast
i'm the twisted nerve
as i dance
dance back to the body in my bed

look at the piggy
piggy in the mirror
  • Current Music
    The Final Cut by Pink Floyd
Ceci n'est pas une personne.

When love goes wrong...

First, on a total tangent, I just have to say The Ferret has me laughing my ass off right now.

Okay, now that is out of th way...

When love goes wrong. As I have discovered today, it's possible to love something too much. In my case, the object of my passion is Tortino Party Pizza's. I _LOVE_ these things. I've eaten three today,. The roof of my mouth is starting to blister because I couldn't wait for it to cool down. I admit it, I'm a cheap pizza addict.

On another side note, when ever some on mentions addiction, am I the only one to instantly think of Bob Saget in Half Baked?

"Marijuana is not a drug. I used to suck dick for coke. Now that's an addiction. "
"I seen 'im!"
"You ever suck some dick for marijuana?"

So yeah... If the pizza trucks a rockin', don't come a knockin'.
  • Current Music
    Velevet by Sun Ra