if not here, then where?

Thu, 28 Dec 2006 21:07:55 GMT

someone just taught herself to play "heart-shaped box."

Thu, 12 Oct 2006 17:15:56 GMT

http://www.qwantz.com/index.pl?comic=445

Wed, 27 Sep 2006 15:05:20 GMT

"it's funny, just the change in you, since friday."
"what? what are you talking about?"
"well, normally you're sitting over there all pissed off, and you're not like that anymore. not since the weekend."

not since the weekend. you and me both.

Sun, 10 Sep 2006 22:06:00 GMT

"i feel like the minute you let them know that you need them, they use it against you. and the more you care, the more you want her, the less you can stand the sight of her. and everybody knows. everybody can see it, but you. and you humiliate yourself so bad it's like you become a ghost. and you think, 'i am going to vanish in this pain.' and the worst part is, you don't. it just stays there. it just stays with you."

Sun, 10 Sep 2006 02:33:51 GMT

what's the matter, mary jane? been a hard day?
as you place the don't disturb sign on the door.
you lost your place in line again, what a pity.
you never seem to want to dance anymore.

it's a long way down on this roller coaster.
the last chance streetcar went off the track
and you're on it.

i hear you're counting sheep again, mary jane.
what's the point of trying to dream anymore?
i hear you're losing weight again, mary jane.
ever wonder who you're losing it for?

well, it's full speed, baby; in the wrong direction.
there's a few more bruises, if that's the way
you insist on heading.

please be honest, mary jane; are you happy?
please don't censor your tears.

you're the sweet crusader and you're on your way.
you're the last great innocent,
and that's why i love you.

so, take this moment, mary jane, and be selfish.
worry not about the cars that go by.
all that matters, mary jane, is your freedom.
keep warm, my dear;
keep dry.

Fri, 08 Sep 2006 00:10:15 GMT

why was i surprised she came along?
i wouldn't call it cheating.
i couldn't call it cheating.

Wed, 30 Aug 2006 22:57:37 GMT

Harrym27: wow
fuglydotcom: Yeah, i'm really hot.
Harrym27: ur name?
fuglydotcom: So will you send me the photo?
fuglydotcom: My name?
Harrym27: y
fuglydotcom: My name is Veronica.
Harrym27: ah fantastic
fuglydotcom: No, wait, my name is JonBenet.

Wed, 09 Aug 2006 20:54:20 GMT

well, my eighteenth birthday is in two weeks. there was a time when i was really looking forward to it, but.. actually, there isn't really going to be anything different. i could smoke, but i don't smoke anymore. i used to want to, REALLY badly, but i guess it's something i've grown out of.

ha, what was i thinking, that people would "take me seriously" when i turned eighteen? that it would MAKE my parents respect me, as though respect is something that comes with age and not action? perhaps i DID think that, because i feel that i have earned some degree of whatever "adult respect" that people over thirty have created that they think should be EARNED by anyone younger. maybe, though i have in many ways begun to show that i can make adult decisions and act like an adult, despite minor setbacks which everyone at this age experiences, i thought that they needed to see the number, to make it concrete.

whatever.

i'm exactly split down the middle about college. part of me is ready, part of me isn't. what more can be said? sometimes it's very important, other times, i wish it weren't happening.

i was thinking the other day about growing old, and that someday, my parents are both going to be doing just that. someday, i am going to have to deal with the news that my mother or father have passed away, and all that i will have left is memories. that's why i want to write everything down all the time. i never want to forget that my father, who seems like the most solemn person you can imagine, put up a windows undersea theme with these huge starfish as the background on our new computer. i always want to remember that my mother was always trying to get us to play boardgames, and that she has a very big laugh, and she's a genuinely happy person, when nothing is stressing her out. i want to remember all the funny movies i saw with my dad, and how we were both very begrudging about NASCAR, and then we tried it and liked it. i want to remember the way my mom looks when she has time to really go for it with her appearance. i never want to lose this, i never want to lose them, i don't want the way things are now to ever change. life is so fucking short, and after this, there is nothing. it's really amazing that we humans have such minds, and such a concept of "feelings" and "natures" that we can dwell on shit like this. it's what seperates us form the animals.

yeah, i'm PMSing. deal with it.

i can't fucking do IP checks and it's pissing me off.

the CD that the stupid best buy guy made me doesn't work. i've lost a shitload of data, because of that.

Sat, 29 Jul 2006 17:12:22 GMT

"You just don't understand, do you?"

Stella's voice caught, "enlighten me."

His hand slipped across her bare back, so loving, such a gentle caress. She nearly shuddered.

"Enlighten me, Stephen."

Tue, 25 Jul 2006 02:50:35 GMT

"and rebecca? don't flatter yourself. when alonzo says you're 'beautiful,' he just means that you're white."

Sat, 08 Jul 2006 21:38:55 GMT

"again with the sweat pants?"

"what? i'm comfortable."

"you know the message you're sending out to the world with these sweat pants? you're telling the world, 'i give up. i can't compete in normal society. i'm miserable, so i might as well be comfortable.' "

Thu, 06 Jul 2006 03:06:19 GMT

"well, tarver vs hopkins, hopkins made tarver look bad, but hopkins makes everyone look bad. hopkins vs hopkins would make hopkins look bad."

Mon, 19 Jun 2006 02:48:38 GMT

“Stella,” said Delores Vaughn, “you are certainly looking much better.”

Stella smiled automatically. Stephen said, “yes, she gave us a bad scare.”

“Oh, dear, Stella. How dreadful that must have been!” Yvette Delonge ejaculated, red wine coming from her lips. The woman had always spit when she talked.

Stella nodded, Stephen said, “I hate myself for not seeing it sooner. Stella always says I’m far too busy at work. I let it get before her, I’ve never been so sorry in my life.”

“I didn’t say that,” Stella said, but did not say. The two other women stared and nodded with simpering red mouths. Stella stared off behind them. A woman was arguing with her husband, far off in the party. She had a pale blue dress on. He looked very apologetic. Genuinely, she meant.

Stephen said something. Stella nodded, automatically.

I am nothing, she thought, I am no one.

The woman in the blue dress slapped her husband. No one turned to look. Only Stella saw. The man grabbed the woman by the wrist. And then Stella made up her mind to kill her husband.

Wed, 07 Jun 2006 00:05:01 GMT

forever?

forEVER ever?

forEVER EVER?

Sun, 28 May 2006 14:15:56 GMT

it's still over, but i still feel almost nothing.

almost.

Sun, 21 May 2006 15:01:05 GMT

Stella groggily thought, "what have I done now?" She must have said it aloud, because he responded, "you're killing yourself."

He was sitting on the bed, beside her. An unlit cigarette rested between his fingers of his right hand. Her heart began to beat faster, and she closed her eyes in shame. "I know," she replied, not thinking clearly at all, not at all, "I married you."

She should have known better.

Mon, 15 May 2006 11:57:31 GMT

Mission 3: Over

Mission: Impossible braved its second weekend but didn’t do much better. The total box office is now $80 million after eight days. This means that Paramount has pocketed $40 million (the other half has gone to theater owners).

Mission’s total expenditure is somewhere between $200 and $210 million, including promotion. As you can see, we are far away from there. Tom Cruise got his $20 million payday off the top, so that means Paramount really has $20 million from ticket sales.

This disaster cannot be laid at the feet of studio executives. In the case of Tom Cruise, they have had little control over their star—make that none. The ads, the trailers, the posters, whatever—all of it was very good. The publicity department basically steered him around landmines to the best of their abilities.

One day, not right now, but one day, MI:3 will turn a little profit between DVD sales and TV. Foreign box office will help, although by the time you finish doing the currency exchange, the number is more for bragging. It does turn out that Cruise still has a big following in South Korea, if that helps—they had the biggest numbers abroad last week. If anyone at Paramount has a sense of humor, they should send Tom a fully loaded Kia as a gift instead of the usual Mercedes.

-FOX411

it's true that i don't really care about the MI movies, as i haven't seen any, but i just thought the end of the article was really funny.

Mon, 08 May 2006 11:43:17 GMT

prom was fun, especially when EVERY WATER GLASS TURNED INTO VODKA. and then the fact that there was a song that said, 'let me get your pussy wet' over and over, and we screamed "WHATTTTT???" until it was gone. stephanie martin and i had the same bracelet on!!! OHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOO :( i almost killed myself!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! lots of people were gross on the dancefloor. there was no good music. i actually did the electric slide, thanks to following avalon and this black guy, and both of them kept laughing on me and i kept stepping on people's dresses. COUGAR FEUD WAS AWESOME. i won a DS and TWENTY MALL BUCKSSSS!! avalon won a deck for her Ipod!!! I thought i won a computer, but it was just a second chance at the last two crappy prizes left! i took a whole box of cookies home and had to get up the next day at eleven AM! i fell asleep on the counter at 8 PM and went up to bed at ten. i am STILL tired!

Tue, 02 May 2006 03:36:14 GMT

'I heard his very last words. . . .' I stopped in a fright.

"'Repeat them,' she said in a heart-broken tone. 'I want—I want—something—something—to—to live with.'

"I was on the point of crying at her, 'Don't you hear them?' The dusk was repeating them in a persistent whisper all around us, in a whisper that seemed to swell menacingly like the first whisper of a rising wind. 'The horror! The horror!'

"'His last word—to live with,' she murmured. 'Don't you understand I loved him—I loved him—I loved him!'

"I pulled myself together and spoke slowly.

"'The last word he pronounced was—your name.'

"I heard a light sigh, and then my heart stood still, stopped dead short by an exulting and terrible cry, by the cry of inconceivable triumph and of unspeakable pain. 'I knew it—I was sure!' . . . She knew. She was sure. I heard her weeping; she had hidden her face in her hands. It seemed to me that the house would collapse before I could escape, that the heavens would fall upon my head. But nothing happened. The heavens do not fall for such a trifle.

Mon, 01 May 2006 03:34:54 GMT

"i thought you liked them? they liked you."

"THEY DIDN'T LIKE ME! ...they never liked me."

and i just noticed that a SINGLE TEAR goes running down riff raff's cheek.

Fri, 28 Apr 2006 22:19:11 GMT

krookstoonks was always getting into these savoury fits.

Tue, 25 Apr 2006 12:11:30 GMT

i don't like when songs are catchy with a good tune but have embarrassingly bad lyrics.

i also HATE when i can't drive to school. but more than that, i hate begging a ride off of other people.

also, i hate being overdrafted. kljsflja;ofjeoifjgdkfg;af;kldjglkj;lkjg.

gotta be more careful.

p/s amason. tim curry. THIS weekend.
Sir Charles Sedley: Kynaston... It feels I've had the honour already.
Ned Kynaston: Or you've already had the honour of feeling it.
Sir Charles Sedley: Obviously I'm behind on my drinking.

Wed, 19 Apr 2006 01:54:32 GMT

capote is better the second time around.

Tue, 18 Apr 2006 11:36:45 GMT

sixmoreweekssixmoreweekssixmoreweeks

Thu, 13 Apr 2006 16:31:47 GMT

dear avolon,

http://pbskids.org/boohbah/parentsteachers/philosophy.html.

curiosity:
satisfied?

signed,
whatthefuck.