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Name: David
Country: United States
State: Michigan
Metro: Lansing
Birthday: 1/25/1988
Gender: Male
Interests: uh i like skateboarding and snowboarding mostly, but once and a while i'll throw some dirtbiking and wakeboarding in there, listening to father dubbed "gangster rap", stillwater grill.cutlass
Expertise: bussing at stillwater. oh and making ultimate flavor soda
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  fiberopticpotato
Member Since:
1/17/2005
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| so its 2:54 in the am and i need to wake up in about...oh...4 hours to make sure i get to my class on time. unfortunately i have recently discovered i cannot sleep, so thats why im sitting here curled up typing in the dark.
another recent discovery is that my past entries have all been while i was taking the wonderful drug I used to love called adderall, and they are very quite much on the level of ridiculousness.
i think that every day people get less ridiculous. some more and some less but pretty much everyones always going to be ridiculous for their entire lives. babies are the most, old people are the least(mostly). what else is true however is that most of the ridiculousness comes from them not even realizing how ridiculous they are.
where does this ridiculousness stem from? who knows, but my best guess would be assumptions. mostly these assumptions are based on the guess that everybody actually gives a fuck. too many people today dont realize how many people dont really actually give a crap about what your really actually feeling. not just how you tell them you feel, but how they say it in their voice, face and basically how they make you feel. if you feel awkward talking to someone, they probably feel the same damn way. if you feel happy talking to someone, it usually rubs off on them.
To me, this is pretty evident that its better to tell people the truth, because they are going to know when youre lying. Its easy to know when someone's bad at lying because you can tell the person changed the way they feel by their voice, body, and how they made you feel when they gave you the answer. the real masters of lying are the ones that dont care what happens to them when they lie. the people that think about the consequences and show their fear are the ones that dont have a clue how to say no about taking the cookie from the jar. or the money from the bank. or the life from a human.
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| a plethora of extrinsic influences with origins emanating from facebook.com has forced me to come to the conclusion that dudes are too easily mind-fucked. grammatical analogy? see attached:
Todd Buckets went from being "in a relationship" to "it's complicated".
is to
Sarah Truckets went from being "in a relationship" to "single".
as
"i'm in love with this girl, guys. like i really am"
is to
child
welcome to 2007. the only place where you'll find men that let women rule them.
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| theres an irony to writing the following on my xanga,
but what the fuck i'll write every fucking thing im doing, not only on IM not only my blog not only on my myspace not only on my webpage not only on my facebook not only on my phone, voicemail, chatroom, database, newsletter, magazine, bulletin board or sign, but on my fucking FACE.
i think im just going to write every fucking thing i am doing on my FACE so that everyone will know what i am doing because everyone cares what everyone is doing all the time.
maybe i'll write on my FACE, that i have to do three errands after school and then go watch a basketball game because i feel everyone should know. oh and EVERYONE would want to know my personal issues too. whats the difference between me writing that I have a 'thing' for animals on my xanga and just straight writing the words:
"TODAY I FEEL LIKE HAVING SEX WITH A UNDERWEIGHT DOG"
on my FACE. lets just write all our fucking events and thoughts and feelings on our FACE
vanity, vanity, vanity. what a sweet song to be singing. but the only
person that thinks it sounds good, is you. so write it on your fucking
FACE.
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| blog entries are for pussies, which is exactly why i am not writing one. when you write a blog entry you are basically wetting yourself in vanity. but i dig.
Phrase of the day: the ganja is most fierce when you're only a fetus.
Fetuses are pretty fucking gnarly when you think about it. its this tiny human piece of skin and shit, and then it flourishes into this thing of greatness. i wish i could have a pet fetus. i would put a leash on the fetus and feed it quality breastmilk and pet it and shit. just squeeze the milk into the bowl. the amazing thing is is that you only need one bowl cuz the drink is food at the same time. then i would grow a fetus farm and sell them and make millions. and my tagline for my ads could be "the amazing thing is is that you only need one bowl cuz the drink is food at the same time" and that would be it cuz that pretty much says it all. and then it would cut off with the fetus in a jar in my right hand, thumbs up on my left, and some famous person like paul bunyan with his big fucking ox in the background.
...anyone want a pet fetus?
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