I'm Rich

It's where your heart's at, bitch.

Fri, 06 May 2005 06:26:03 GMT

The truth is, I just want to enjoy love while I kan, while it's there, present, unkontaminated by mine and anyone else's bullshiioot. This inkludes the other half of whatever love it is.

Living in the moment is dumb, but fun, and as long as we're having fun, who the fuck kares?

I want to be rich, but I kould give a fuck less about money. I just want to live on a farm, get what I need from the land, be happy with my wife and kid, and surf everyday. In ugly plaid shirts.
Bekause an ugly plaid shirt will not matter to my family. Dammit.

Rambling is the result of life. But, fuck, it's a life worth living.

The real truth is, I would have taken you anywhere you wanted to go, and I still would.
And the only reason I would, is bekause you would have done the same.
Bekause I'm hot, you're hot. (Thumbs up!)

Okay. The really real truth, above all truths: I have bekome so infatuated with my own idealistik hopes for the future, that I'm typing inside jokes that only people from the past will understand.

So much for that "living in the moment" shit.

Sat, 30 Apr 2005 22:37:19 GMT

I'm the invisible man, i shake my hand, but you don't even feel me.

The most agonizing game of uno. The most agonizing acceptance of a gift.
Love. In some form.

Sat, 26 Mar 2005 15:00:40 GMT

summer days bring upon summer feelings.

I'm in Love.

With myself.

the lack of words was never colder

Thu, 20 Jan 2005 02:53:55 GMT

T-minus 5 hours until i embark on my journey to airport hell.

Not really sure what the hell my dad is thinking.

Trusty musik, don't fail me now

heaven and hell changed the locks on me.

Mon, 17 Jan 2005 23:42:12 GMT

Fuck my step-dad. As much as i love the airport, sitting in an unknown one by myself for 24 hours does not seem like a thrilling experience.

Some people get love, but don't kommand respekt

Fri, 31 Dec 2004 11:29:34 GMT

Been a while since i've left an entry on this thing. I guess things got too busy. Or i fooled myself into thinking i was too busy.

As most of you know, Maria passed away. I'm going down to Vegas in January for the funeral. Her mom's asked me to speak. It's strange, i'm still not sure on whether or not i'm going to. I want to, it's the least i kould give to a girl that changed my life... but there is that problem with me spontanesouly busting into tears. Whatever, i'll get through it, it's something i need to do for myself.

I wasn't even sure if i was going to go to her funeral. It sounds selfish, and a little retarded, that i wouldnt go to the funeral of the girl that was the love of my life. It was just that, well, i'm not sure how to explain it besides like this: right now, in my brain, the little box thats specified as "the last time i saw Maria" is filled with the memory of us at the airport, the wheelchairs, the last hugs and kisses, i wasn't sure if i wanted to trade all of that for Maria in her casket... but i realized i would never get over it if i didn't go.

Meh, i don't know, these thoughts are random. Random cathartik ramblings have brought me back to livejournal... that's usually how it works.

I had no idea so many people down there know about me, that Maria had talked to people about me so much. I mean, i knew she talked about me, but not to the point where i would be asked to speak at her funeral. Writing what i'm going to say has been so hard. No amount of words kould ever do her justice... hmm.

Right, the point is, don't ever get 'too busy' for what's really important.

i know - kliche, but just fucking do it people.

giving thanks

Fri, 26 Nov 2004 05:59:18 GMT

I would like to thank: Love, Life, and Musik.

Not in that partikular order, or language.

this shit is BANANAS

Wed, 24 Nov 2004 09:58:18 GMT

Ooooh, thats my shit, thats my shit.
Let me hear you say this shit is bananas...

Brianne needs to stop. Nicole needs to start, and i need to get the fuck out of neutral. Not to mention get the fuck out of Alaska. Get some MK reunionunion going.

I do miss old Maria. the young one must have been charming also.

Gonna speed it down and slow it up - in the backseat.

You don't know the half of it motherfuckers.

But tonight i'm going to give you all of my love - in the backseat.

yes uttered napoleon

Sun, 31 Oct 2004 21:45:59 GMT

I skip skoooool too much. I don't make musik enough. Success without kollege is the goal. Probably not the most thought out goal.

Holy God Jr.

Sun, 17 Oct 2004 12:03:44 GMT

dshkbvsdkbvkljbnd ffuckin shit.

We and Willito are driving and we hit a stop light. We look to our right and find this like 20 year old dude making out with this 70 year old. Like, this chick was obviously fucking senior citizen, a fucking grandma. I didn't stop laughing/yelling in disgust for like 5 minutes. It was fucking amazing. Fuck kount: 3.

Posted at the risk of being extremely cheesy.

Thu, 07 Oct 2004 09:36:46 GMT

I just got done watching eternal sunshine of a spotless mind.

It has me worried. Just as most of those weird movies involving romance do.

Maybe it's the fakt that i always watch them between the hours of 1 and 4 in the morning.

Or maybe i truly am worried.

Love me.

it simply was, my dear

Thu, 07 Oct 2004 05:40:17 GMT

The life is not so bad at the moment. Apparently my being is determined by three things: Girls, Musik, and Other. Everything else is a sub-kategory.

I am a robot, this is my fuel.

Richard's gotten out since i last updated(too long ago) and we don't really know how long it will be until the AK-47 is resurrekted. When you live in the lonely state of Alaska, you have to think of immature things like that to keep yourself entertained.

Sometimes it works too good.

Other than that, Willie has uglified my mother's kar,
klub millenium sucks the testikles right out of my skrotum, just as i suspekted it of doing,
that swimmer girl is a beauty,
and tamo will always be the guy that i have the most lame/meaningful konversations with.

over and out.

explosive

Mon, 27 Sep 2004 08:57:39 GMT

I have a feeling.

It's probably that same feeling the M*A*S*H* people had when they put asians on tv for the first time. Or whatever it is they did.

fuckin' paper klips.

Wed, 22 Sep 2004 11:59:45 GMT

Twas an interesting night at Ye Olde Chevron. Megan and this (un)smart girl decided they needed kandy as i was getting gas. Willy Wonka inadvertently locked my keys in the kar, but some suave ass Filipino kab driver unlocked it with such grace, it was beautiful, and i shall be forever in his debt.

The bad part, however, is that this (un)smart girl, previously mentioned, was konvinced that she kould pick my lock with paper klips, i told her it was alright, she insisted, and of kourse, they got stuck in the door.

It's alright, makes for a good story. Sort of. As long as you were there.

Shit.

oooh girl, your breath is harsh/ kover up your mouth like you got sars

Wed, 22 Sep 2004 07:45:41 GMT

Old journal = papow, dead.

Hopefully this one won't be whiny.