hi josh i see you too, and i know the feeling

your face

when you forgot to wish your sister on her 21st

:}

so theres a bird outside my window that tries to chirp every morning, but can't. It sounds like a dog in it's first few seconds of feeling pain. This bird, I have named, Squeak Squeak (The Lion Pig), because it cannot seem to convey its voice into a intelligible bird language. I feel that because of Squeak Squeak's inability to produce a coherent flow of communication with it's voice, it will soon die.

I do not sympathize it, but have a great feeling of empathy towards it. Because, I understand how Squeak Squeak feels. It's muffled voice box can only be translated to Magpie language as 'DINNER'. They will end Squeak Squeak. Those bastards. Squeak Squeak is just like me; in a land where very few can understand it, it's desire of belonging in a habitat where it can fly around and sing all it wants.

"SHRIMP ON A BARBIE?"

this land is cancer

Jump on it Tonto!

There are two kinds of people in the world, my friend. Those who have a rope around their neck and those who have the job of cutting

going to be studying a favorite movie genre of mine... the westerns >:)

Day 2

after a long read up, i realise how fragile cats and dogs are :( and if i had a pet right now, i would not want to be next to it for fear i might crush it while i sleep

He beat it

as the whole mourns for the lost of Michael Jackson, a genius in his profession, a one of a kind one man parade with tricks in hat, the greatest entertainer of all time, we..we forget about the children haha.



I have this weird thing when it comes to dealing with the death of a person, even the familar stranger (Jacko was the familiar strange). But seriously, half the time im cracking up jokes about him and the other half still doesnt believe hes dead. Just like when Steve Irwin or Marc Vivien Foe died, its like i had a walk in the bush and came out and thought it never happened.



death is an arsehole no doubt about that. it takes away the things we love and leaves us with grief to chew on. the day will come when everyone around me will start to die, while i just sit on my bed inhaling the air in my room and never reeeallly taken time to truly appreciate the minutes i have left, bout 27 349 330 to be exact. but death can be pretty beautiful. its usually when one is close to their death that they are most alive, like a realisation, not inebriated. alive.
maybe in those moments michael's footpath wasnt misty anymore and he was thinking 'woah' and yeah death took him then and there.


Proffesional douchebag Kurt Vonnegut once said 'One of the few good things about modern times: if you die horribly on television, you will not have died in vain. You will have entertained us.' he wasnt kidding :3

owwwwwww!

shelter me

Are you tired of losing rest.Are you in desperate need of peace.Well your problems my friend will soon begin to cease.I am your local truthless hero.Your Saviour in the little screen.Please dont worry your local truthless hero is here while you sleep