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Scientist Burns Penis with Hot Laptop

I’m trimming down all of the shit that has accrued in my communities section. There are some that are dormant as all hell. Um. I think that’s it. I’m thinking about cutting my friend’s list down to. Just becuz.

This is completely stolen from newromantic23 who stole it from serriannen.

If you went crazy and decided to go on a mass killing spree, what song would you be listening to as you were pumping lead/tearing apart/stabbing your victims?

Pantera’s “Fucking Hostile”. The Kelley Deal 6000 version (more loungy) is also acceptable. ‘Nuff said.

Do you have a song that you can listen to that put you in a better mood than you were in prior to listening to the song?

The Pixies “Here Comes Your Man”. It’s my theme song!!!

What song is your “guilty pleasure”?

Madonna’s “Human Behavior”, Abba’s “Dancing Queen”. My justification: I’m gay.

Is there a song/songs that made you cry? What was it/were they?

“Joga” by Bjork, “Hallelujah” by Jeff Buckley.

Name an artist you like that would surprise people who think they know you.

I really like TLC.

Is there a song you could never get sick of?

“Never Let Me Down Again” by Depeche Mode
“Warsaw” by Joy Division/Warsaw
“Sex Jams II: Insect Incest” by Milemarker
“All Souls Day” by Unwound
“Love Buzz” by Nirvana

Is there a song or band that you won’t listen to because of the emotional turmoil that you’re reminded of that surrounded you when you did listen to that song or band?

Not really.

Describe one memory you have (off the top of your head) that surrounds a particular song, which will immediately pop into your head when you hear it, and name the song too.

“Smells like Teen Spirit” by Nirvana. As much as I can’t really listen to the song anymore, when I hear the riff, I’m taken back to the day I found out Kurt Cobain killed himself.

Name one CD you regret buying. Or owning.

I had a Mariah Carey obsession in junior high. That’s all I’ll divulge here.

Last but not least – Slap down lyrics from ONE song that would best describe you and/or your feelings in general. Note who it’s by, what song, and album.

“Unauthorized Autobiography” by Unwound on Repetition (Kill Rock Stars, 1996?)
journal entry number twenty, getting older, feeling meaner, thinking faster, getting even, making standards, faking answers,
can you rewrite history?
a conversation with myself, turning into something else, risking my security, losing my obscurity.
bored with my life, repetition, waiting for the situation, select problems impair decision, fearful living, nothing given,
can you rewrite history?
a conversation with myself, turning into something else, risking my security, losing my obscurity.
a conversation with myself, turning into something else, risking my security, losing my obscurity.

Hot hot hot. No I’m not quoting The Cure. It’s just been hot these last couple of days. I want all of that rain back. Especially since I bought new windshield wipers. I want to fucking use them. Grrr….

Um. I found that journal that was missing. It was buried in the trunk of my car. And let me tell you, there are some gems in there.

Desktop 11/20/02.

I don’t feel like figuring out how to get in onto my livejournal. I *heart* Joy Division and Ian Curtis.

ZZZZZZZzzzzzzZZZZzzzzz…. (and so on).

Was supposed to watch Gilmore Girls. Fell asleep.
Was supposed to hunt for lost journal. Fell asleep.

Great.

I really do need to stop playing on a school night. Raf came down from Santa Barbara for a seminar/training that was cancelled. He had his room paid for the night, so we hung out. Ate dinner at Lala’s, an Argentine place on Melrose. Mmm mmm good. Had coffee and went to urbanemonkey‘s for some talking. Went to sleep at 2am and here I am.

I really do need to visit Santa Barbara soon.

I’m trying to survey the writing I have done since junior high. It is upsetting that I’m missing a journal from the summer between sophomore and junior year and a journal from 1999-6/2000. I’m convinced that the former is gone forever, but the latter I KNOW is somewhere. This is so annoying. Ugh.

Friday night, I was out with and company. Her friend from school, Kaui, came along, too. A very nice person, but when she got drunker and drunker, I became the whipping boy. I just have to say that my nipples are still tender and I have slight scraping on my knuckles from when she tackled me to the ground and dry-humped me. Quite flattering, but still annoying nonetheless. But hell. She was piss drunk; it’s forgivable.

Saturday night, I was out in Silverlake to see a friend (actually more of a casual aquaintance) perform. I compared it to a male incarnation of Kylie Minogue. Spent the night outside on the patio smoking and talking with Marco about everything and nothing (what I’m best at). Did the obligatory Denny’s run at 3am. Not just any Denny’s but the one on Sunset and Gower. I’m convinced that’s the best Denny’s ever. Saw Sean, a boy I had a crush on in SB, talked to him for a minute and kissed. Nice and sweet.

I’m convinced Sunday doesn’t exist so here I am today. Boo! My friend Raf is going to be in town this week, so I’m going to play!!! Woo hoo!

My coworkers are bastards.

Wednesday evening, as I was getting ready to go home, I went to the water cooler to get some hot water for my tea. As I was heading back to my cubicle, unbeknownst to me my coworker Lourdes was hiding in my cubicle. As I entered, she jumped out and said, “Boo!” I jumped out of my skin, scalding hot water splashing on my hand. I’m muttering every curse word at her when I realize the auditors from the bank are still in the conference room. Meanwhile she’s laughing up a storm, uncaring over my well being (I know I’m being melodramatic, but so what?). Jump to yesterday: Lourdes tells everyone in the office what happened. I had to contend with everyone telling me, “Boo” and then laughing.

The story is not over yet. I walk in to my cubicle this morning to find “Boo!!!!” in size 72 font taped all over the walls, computer, printers, cabinets, everywhere! I am dealing with one of the conspirators. I’m giving her the “You’re either with me or against me” spiel. I figure if Shrub can get away with it, so can I.