| the end of fracasa? fitting. |
[07:04:07 ~ 12:09am] |
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when i first got a myspace account i mainly used the blog feature for short or silly entries, leaving my seasoned livejournal to take care of the meatier stuff. i realized that more and more i'm doing the opposite of that, so i'll probably retire this sucker and consolodate my rambling bullshit into one source. the entirety of My Space is only visible to people who have added me to their network, but on the plus side my fellow livejournal users will no longer have to deal with my frequent updates taking over their entire friends page when they just want to do a quick scan of what everybody's up to.
so yeah, later dudes.
catch up here, if so inclined, if bored out of your mind:
http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAll&friendID=12380455
(though lately it's been mostly lame nonsense regarding the most recent in a string of turbulent romances that seem to plague my young adulthood.. but that's pretty much the bread and butter of any internet diary, verdad?)
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| thanks comcast on demand |
[06:29:07 ~ 04:21am] |
"ive waited my whole life to feel this miserable"
hitch is pretty my favorite romantic comedy ev.
and not just because will smith is my idol.
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| yeah, well, he said you sounded gay |
[06:27:07 ~ 03:06am] |
"just come by and see me at work if youre in seattle, ok?"
"maybe i dont want to come see you, and have your friends make fun of me."
"there's noone here right now that will make fun of you!"
(ten minutes later)
"argh, dude, why do we have so many customers? my boyfriend is here."
"the trucker?"
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| i'm either out of my head or i'm out of my mind |
[06:23:07 ~ 02:52am] |
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i ignored two calls from my best friend today because i was trying to go to sleep, which i felt bad about, but fortunately he was online when i woke up to answer a call from someone who was momentarily higher up on my priority list.
Black Chak Chaka: sup
Black Chak Chaka returned at 2:47:47 AM.
merksteady: im having like a huge crazy romantic crisis that i have to fix right now by calling a cab at 3am in my pajamas and going over to filmores house
merksteady: so i will call you later
merksteady: love you
Black Chak Chaka: i just had one of those
merksteady: i really want to hear about it
merksteady: i will call you later for sure
merksteady: <3
Black Chak Chaka: k
Black Chak Chaka: lata
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| so come around |
[06:23:07 ~ 01:14am] |
everyone is telling me to give him time and he'll come around.
i wish that everyone was right.
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| necessities |
[06:21:07 ~ 07:46pm] |
i need cigarettes.
i need to wash my face.
i need to clean the apartment.
i need sara to come back from california soon.
i need to get my apetite back.
i need to get fillmore back.
i need a time machine.
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| exmen united |
[06:18:07 ~ 11:25pm] |
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so i just received this on my cell phone
called the number back and got a hilarious and decidedly strange blast from the past (the past being a few months ago) when the i heard the drunken individuals on the other end.
seriously guys... wtf?
and no dude, i will not cheat on my boyfriend with you, and no, just because he's nineteen years old does not mean that he's in high school, because most people graduate way before that, though i wouldnt doubt that perhaps you were a special case.
extra emphasis on the word "special",
sara
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| quizas quizas quizas |
[06:16:07 ~ 12:24am] |
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sooo im less than twenty minutes into watching running with scissors, based off augusteen burrough's memoir of the same title.. and i have to say it's already the worst screen adaptation of a novel ive ever seen in my life. i mean i understand why the age progression of the protaganist is sped up considerably, and why they made foster sister natalie's character punk-rawk-hott instead of realistically dumpy, cause.. it's a movie. but even annette benning, who despite havin a few extra miles on her usually shines in pretty much everything, acts in this terrible 2 dimensional way.
anyways
you know the cake song "perhaps perhaps perhaps"? is that a remake of an older song? because there's a version of it on the soundtrack..in spanish. i'm really culturally retarded at that stuff, if i hear a song i like by a modern band i always assume it's their original. but i guess it's probably not.
whatev
why am i babbling about this?
go read the entry about q-tips
<3
sara
p.s. i dont curr if he's a family-hating d bag in real life or otherwise, i would still totally do alec baldwin in a second
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| product confusion |
[06:14:07 ~ 11:12pm] |
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it bothers me that my box of q-tips warns "CAUTION: Do not insert in ear canal" because, quite frankly, i have no intentions towards the q-tips aside from that very activity.
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| dude your fly is xyz'd |
[06:04:07 ~ 11:40pm] |
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SwayingLily: Still alive?
merksteady: unfortunately
SwayingLily: Oh shut it. You're a ball of energy. Once you die, you'll rise from the flames and live again whether you wanted to or not.
SwayingLily: You'll NEVER die
merksteady: i am a motherfucking phoenix
merksteady: im watching kyle xy
merksteady: which is a show about some cute alien kid
merksteady: kind of like alf, but not at all
SwayingLily: The one without the belly button?
SwayingLily: Sexy.
merksteady: i know
merksteady: i hate belly buttons
merksteady: especially when i get pizza crust in mine
SwayingLily: You're a classy woman
merksteady: i put the "ass" in classy
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| noone's neck is as incredibly thick as car-lon |
[05:31:07 ~ 01:56am] |
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i desperately miss
1. brooke
2. tone
3. budlight
thats all
"it's more than i can bear!"
"more beer?"
"what's the use..nothing helps."
you probably couldnt say that in a disney movie these days.
dejectedly,
merker
p.s. if something's too good to be true, it usually is. this applies to men, barbecue chicken pizza, and pretty much anything else you can think of.
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| seasons greetings |
[05:28:07 ~ 10:08pm] |
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this afternoon i walked into the back room at work and saw that melissa had written "Happy Memorial Day" on the white board.
i was like "...."
that's all.
oh yeah, also i saw the killers perform last night and they totally kicked ass.
having a smoke (taking a drag),
merk dirt
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| no brainer |
[05:25:07 ~ 11:18pm] |
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i got suuuuuper fucking high today.
it was like....whoa.
seriously.
i cant even think. i want a slurpy, but my feet are like...glued to the rest of me.
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| you can take those road blocks down now |
[05:21:07 ~ 12:10pm] |
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as usual i woke up today pissed as hell, because.. i was awake. but after i got my usual morning breakfast of a coke and a cigarette, and remembered that there was a really cool dude still sleeping in my bed, i went out in the living room and my roommate greeted me with my new copy of maxim that had finally come in the mail, with sarah silverman on the cover no less...
"it's gonna be a good day, tator"
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| right face, wrong time. too late, so deep. |
[05:18:07 ~ 02:51am] |
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the first time we met was just after i wrote this entry. we were talking online about how both of our nights had pretty much sucked, and he commented that it was too bad there wasn't anything to do when it was that late. i knew that the seattle art museum recently finished a major renovation and that the grand opening was happening all weekend and suggested we check it out. i caught the bus heading downtown around 2am, tired yet optimistic at the prospect of making a new friend.
first avenue was a zoo with hundreds of post-bar-hoppers celebrating cinco de mayo. he asked what i was wearing so it would be easier to find me in the crowd.
"uhh..a baseball cap and a leather jacket."
he laughed over the phone and said something i didnt understand until i spotted him across the street and realized he was similarly dressed.
since we had exchanged myspace links as well as several emails and instant messages, i assumed we would get along well. what i didnt expect was how charming and funny he would be, or how attractive i would find him.
i got home around 6am carrying what i thought was a one-sided crush. a few days later i nervously suggested that we hang out again, and after we arrived at the theater too late to use his tickets for an early viewing of a zombie movie i had no interest in seeing anyways, we went to his apartment to watch a dvd instead. again he was polite and adorable, but ignored all of my standard obvious flirtations while we drank and talked. i always jump into things too quickly and this was no exception. as it turned out my crush was not as unrequited as originally imagined, and though the evening didnt begin as a date, it ended like one.
that was last thursday. less than an hour after he drove me home on friday i received a call from him inquiring how my hangover was and inviting me to share his company again that same night. saturday morning he gave me a ride to work, and picked me up again that night to go to a barbecue at his friend's house. sunday he dropped me back off at work, and though we didnt have plans to see eachother again until tuesday, all day monday i thought about him until he called while was closing down the cofee shop- from the parking lot. tuesday, wednesday, and today are a blur, but i was with him then too, and count the minutes until i see him tomorrow night.
ive completely lost my head, and the question is not whether i'll fuck this up or not, but in which way i'll do it.
i'm trying not to worry too much because although i didnt intend on ever feeling like this again so soon, it might almost be worth it.. and at any rate, there's absolutely no stopping it now.
in over my head,
*merk dirty*
p.s. dear carolyn, sorry i always made fun of you for finding a boyfriend online. not really, cause it's funny. but. you know. i feel ya.
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| turn up the A.C., its getting hot |
[05:14:07 ~ 01:04am] |
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SwayingLily: Kaballah or Scientology is in. We need to invent a NEW one! And they all have to pay 100,000 dollars to get in. But we won't let in celebrities we don't like. Like..uhh... What's his face from Save by the Bell.
merksteady: screech?
merksteady: he doesnt have 100,000 dollars dude
merksteady: he had to sell his house
SwayingLily: No, no. That other guy. That was on dancing with the stars
merksteady: the hispanic one?
SwayingLily: Yeahhhh. I hate that guy. Well. I wouldn't kick him out of bed.. huhuhuhuh. But, I would kick him WHILE in bed.
my roommate is pretty much my favorite person in the world right now, for several reasons.
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| that's not your mother that's a man |
[05:09:07 ~ 12:18am] |
SwayingLily: What is that noise coming from your room? You sound like you're blowing through a straw.
SwayingLily: Maybe it's toby.
merksteady: naw im just practicing with my straw blowing band
merksteady: we got bendy on the mic
SwayingLily: Bendy. Get out of my house.
merksteady: shh he's loaded again, he'll do anything
merksteady: we cant fire him though because noone else knows how to wail on the crazy straws
SwayingLily: You never asked me if I knew anything about crazy straws.
merksteady: there's no room for two girls in this band
SwayingLily: Come ON! I'll get some dreadlocks and buff up so I look manish.
merksteady: see, youre stealing my signature style already
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