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Thursday, November 11, 2004



This is the best site I have seen in a while, and I think everyone should link the shit out of it, just cause it is so entertaining, everyone should see it. I wont tell you what its all about, ill just let you find out for yourselves. Its great though.



I really love that I have a server to host all my shit on. It was a great birthday gift. Probably the best gift I got this year. Thanks a lot dude.

The past few days I have had this loose dry skin on my bottom lip, and I keep biting and tearing away at it. Now I have a bloody, scabby lip. How hot is that? I don't use chapstick, and never have. I don't want my lips to build a dependency to the stuff, and besides, lipstick is for girls. I want to squeeze lemon juice on it, and cry like a little girl.



When I was a kid, like 3-6 years old, I used to be this acrobat, a kitchen acrobat. I would climb up on the counter, and hide in the cupboards, jump across the sink, and when I was feeling lonely, I would drink some vinegar.
Good ole' red wine vinegar. I think I was addicted to the stuff as a kid. I would drink it right from the bottle, while I hid in the cupboard. My mom would always yell at me for drinking it, fuck I was a stupid kid.



I hosted which now is going to become a 'weekly' poker game last night. I got spanked by my friend Andrea, she took us all and won the POT which wasn't much, but I sure could have used the cash.

I lent my rings to a friend, a month ago and I went to get them back last night.(As I have said before: "God like to shit on me") My friend lost my rings, all my gold and diamonds are gone, gone for good. I started collecting diamond rings when I was 17, and added a new one every year. Their collective worth was around $5000 Can. I told my friend how much they were worth, and he went white. He said he would pay me back, but I had a lot of memories tied to those rings. The first one I had, I gave as a gift to my first serious girlfriend. Wow, that was so fucking long ago.
But yeah, I am in mourning today, knowing I will never see the rings again.
que the choir singing "amazing grace"



You people out there are about to play a game with me, its a game I play every morning its called:
Is it warm enough to go outside in a pair of boxer shorts for my morning smoke?
Are you all ready?
ok
first I go into the kitchen and check the thermometer on the kitchen window
4 degrees Celsius, this is going to be risky.
then I feel the window to see if it is overly cold.... It isn't.
Now I take my smoke and head out side to see if I can handle a cigs worth of time outside in my boxers.

don't you think the time it takes to smoke a cigarette should be used as a valid unit of time. Think about it: A smoke take about 6-8 minutes to smoke, so lets round up and say 10 mins. So instead of telling your friend you will be over in 20 mins, tell him/her "yo, I will be there in 2 cigs."
glorious, I have invented a new unit of time. Use it well my friends, use it well.



what? The revolution isn't until tomorrow?

killed softly at 11/11/2004 01:40:00 AM
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