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Name: CHICKEN
Country: United States
State: Illinois
Gender: Male
Interests: GUYS! The hunk Tom Welling. The music and art of Tom Waits, Nick Cave, Jack Kerouac, Leonard Cohen. Writing down scenes for my future movie. Writing down beats for my future book. Thinking of things completely abstract to entertain myself on end for hours. Karaoke, drinking, and of course... recreational stalking.
Expertise: Anything philosophical or non-concrete.
Occupation: Troubadour
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Member Since:
7/20/2002
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| ORANGE! Been a bit since I last posted, I'm sure. I believe today marks two months that I haven't had a drink. I don't know how I feel. It's like everytime I kick alcohol for a bit, I always get supremely sick. Makes me wanna pick it up again just so I kill off germs with alcohol before they can infect me bloodstream. Anyways, mostly BEATS today. Read on if ya care's eh? And as always, enjoy the moment. Ø ORANGE! Ø
SWINE FLU: So, I lost a week of work because I had the swine flu. I didn't get diagnosed by a local doctor or anything, but my mom's a nurse and my aunt's a doctor, and they both thought I had it. Also, unlike the normal flu, I wasn't in the bathroom 24/7. I was actually in bed almost the hole week. I was too tired to move, had a fever for a few days straight, and had no appetite at all. I was coughing insanely hard, that now that the flu is gone my breathing still isn't back to normal. Anyways, it sucked for sure. Also dropped 12 hours from my paycheck because I was only able to apply sick pay to two days. That's the only good thing about not drinking lately... I have "reserve" money to help me skate by. Take care of yourselves ya'll. Swine flu sucks.
THE MEN WHO STARE AT GOATS:
Much like the last movie with Kyle Gallner, I soooo wanna see this flick in the theatre, but probably won't. Psychic warfare and such is something I've always been interested in. Telekinesis, mind reading, remote viewing... in fact, I've met quite a few friends through online because of our common interests in the like. And I know I got friends out there that believe psychic powers and such don't exist, but hey... I got no problem with that. I do believe there is a lot of trickery out there, but sometimes there's things that can't be explained scientifically or logically. I'll just leave it at that. But yeah... I so wanna see this flick. Most likely it'll be a DVD rental. I should really rent DRAG ME TO HELL too. Been meaning to see that, and I keep hearing good things aboot it eh?
BEATS:
...AND ALONG CAME VAGINA
Penis was just sitting there, sad and lonely. Then vagina walked by. Penis sat upright and smiled. Vagina said, "don't smile at me, I'll only make you sad". Penis replied, "wanna bet"? Vagina said, "sure". Penis said, "let's shake on it". They shook. Vagina said, "I'm pregnant". Vagina 1, Penis 0.
SHITTING THEIR PANTS
When people see me they start to smile. Never having had met me prior, I wonder why they smile. I don't appear funny looking, at least by my own opinion. I haven't told them any jokes. They say that laughter is the voice of the soul, and that the smile is the face. Am I killing them with my rugged good looks? Red?
TYPICAL FRIDAY
To the point of tears. It hurts to now look at you. I cry at your very sight. I could stare at you every minute, every hour, every day, until you left that fateful night. Yes darling, nothing will ever be the same. Upon you, these eyes shall ne'er more stare. And you're to blame for this blindness and pain. All because you sprayed me in the eye with your beer. Drunken bitch.
MORE MAKEUP THAN A CLOWN, BUT NOT AS MUCH AS A WHORE
The rapists, pedophiles, predators, perverts... all lay preying under the bridge, awaiting for the children to pass by. They lure them in with candy and smiles, then trade them off to each other trying to obtain one with the most "reedeeming" qualities that best suits one's "needs". Then the police show up, not to do their jobs, but to get their piece of the action. Only to be upstaged by the priests, who admonish the police as they "protect" the children in the comfort of a confessional. Then the politicians speak up... Ugh. They're all the same. All the GODDAMN sinnin' same!
BOY GOTS A DONK
Residual connections from sugary confections, and the princesses dance about. Walking broken glasses, to head off the classes. Gods removing all doubt. The wounds begin healing, as numb is the feeling, and we continue on and on to extinction. But walking tall, we face it all, whilst taking on all provocations. This is the way we pass time away, recovering from our prior addictions. Swearing to stay true, yes honest we do, making only the most plastic of all our convictions.
GUSTAFSONSDOTTIR
A silver spoon, born with gutterspeak, makin' headlines and breakin' hearts. The cash was handed down, while he deems it earned. The selfish prick will never learn. That is, not until the duct tape.
Customer Quote Of The Moment: "One man's mead is another man's poison".
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| ORANGE! Just some blah blah blah yakkety schmackety yo. Enjoy it and enjoy the moment eh? Ø ORANGE! Ø
BOOK: Well, my book is "finished". Ken still hasn't given me the coverart, so I'm releasing a "whore" copy with a quick pasted on cover cuz a decent chunk of people are demanding it from me now. Though I won't be making any money from givin' it to em', it'll be nice to appease their satiations from a writer's point of view. I got my proof copy and I thought everything would be great, but damn I've found flaws on pages 1-35 already. I didn't want to, but I'm gonna need to order another proof after I fix these corrections cuz there's too many to let slide. Then when Ken gets me the proper coverart, the "true finished" version will be available. Until then, you'll settle for the "whore"!
MY DREAM: In my dream, I was driving somebody in my car and they asked me "Why do you always have such a faraway gaze in your eye all the time?" When I woke up I thought of this. It's actually true. I don't think I'M ever really driving (figuratively). I honestly just go through the motions, and let memory take me places. Might explain why sometimes there's gaps of time missing from my life. I just do stuff subconsciously, and then when it's done it doesn't register in my mind. Ah well... who knows what it all means? And why it was such an impactful part of my dream.
THE INCIDENT: A man sits outside of his city apartment building on a park bench. All the apartments have one side bearing a large panoramic window to the streets. He sits facing the windows looking up. He notices in the apartment adjacent to his, a man is looking out directly at him. He squints his eyes and looks at the window more intently and swears the man within is himself. He sees the man run over to the wall, open a door, and disappear through it. By how the rooms of the apartment are designed, there should not be a door where the man walked through. If there was, he would've gone into the man on the bench's apartment room. So the man on the bench, disturbed by what he saw, gets up and runs over to see a better view into his own apartment room, but sees no man within. The man is puzzled by this and calls the building super asking who lives in the room next to his. The super replies to him that their is no room next to his apartment, and that he has the last room on that side of the building. So the man disturbed by this, and not willing to discredit what he saw with his own eyes, goes over to the wall where the man would've walked through and begins to pound. He finds his wall moves in a bit at some point when he pounds. He presses at the base of the wall and cracks the wallpaper. He rips the wallpaper off and finds a door hidden beneath it. He opens the door and walks in. It is the apartment he saw from the bench. He explores around it and finally comes to the large panoramic window facing the street. As he looks out, he sees a man at a park bench staring back at him. It is his very self. He is taken aback with shock thinking "this can't be!" With fear and shock fueling his mind, he runs back through the door leading to his apartment. As he passes through the door, he notices he has not walked back into his apartment, but rather into the room he was just in. As he is trying to logically think his way out of this puzzle, the alarm clock in the room flashes 10:31 AM as the radio begins to blast. The radio DJ comes on and shouts "Happy Halloween everybody! I hope everyone's doin' okay on this Devil's work day! Say, when's the Devil's work day begin... why at 10:31 my friends!", and then the GRATEFUL DEAD's song HELL IN A BUCKET starts to blare out, with lyrics screaming "If I'm in Hell, might as well, enjoy the ride..." The man scared senseless breaks the alarm clock, but the music keeps blasting and actually becomes louder. He rips the cord out of the wall, but to no avail it keeps playing. He feels as though he is in Hell unable to escape this room. He grabs a chair and bashes the window with it, but can't break through. So, stuck in the apartment, he falls to the floor, head in his hands shaking and crying. At some point he passes out amongst his tears. When he awakes, he is back in his own room with various drugs all around him on the floor. He gets up and pounds at the wall, but there is no door. He gets up and runs outside, looking up at his apartment from the bench once more, and much like the super said, there is no apartment next to his. He has the final room on that floor. This is the day he stops taking all his drugs. Was it Divine intervention, the Devil's doing, or a really bad trip? He remains forever uncertain.
MALL: So, walking by the mall kiosks where everyone stops you in trying to sell you some shit, I figured since I had nothing better to do I'd stop and let people run their speils by me. First off, I don't know what it is, but people look at me and assume I'm a smoker. So I'm walking by an "electronic cigarette" cart. Pretty much they have nothing to say to me after I tell them that I don't smoke... but just the idea of it. Basically, it looks like a cigarette and apparently it seems like a real cigarette enough... you can smoke it indoors because it's not actual smoke, but seems real enough, yet you have to continuously buy "smoke packs" for it to use it. So essentially, you can smoke indoors... but still not in private places like restaurants even though it's a simulated smoke... so what's the point? Moving on... I start walking by a frangrances and perfume cart in the mall. A guy tries to call me over and I tell him "no thanks, I can't stand that shit", and keep walking. Then I backtrack and ask, "but how much does your Drakkar Noir cost? Thinking about a gift for my dad in the upcoming holidays. The guy tells me and I say, "thanks, just needed to get an idea for the pricing". Then he's like "let me show you this" and he asks me over to the side to have me sample some fragrance. He starts getting out the tester and everything, and I'm like "no, thank you, I just needed to check the price". He starts insisting and basically is about to spray the tester strip, telling me to give it a wiff and jazz. In my head I was like, "how does he NOT get it? I told him I can't stand perfumes and fragrances and he's askin' me to smell em'?!" So I told him flat out, "no... don't even spray that... like I said before it would be a gift for my dad. I don't wear, nor ever will wear that fake scented shit..." and left. I hate walking away from people abruptly, but if you don't listen... why am I bothering talkin' with you. Last kiosk, my favourite... guy is selling a secure clear cover for cellphones. I have a cover for my Ipod Touch from Zagg. It comes with a lifetime replacement warranty should ANYTHING happen to it. It's "military grade" or something like that. So this guy proceeds to tell me about their screen protectors and refers to Zagg as crap. So right off the bat he's dropped my attention span for him by calling a previous purchase of mine crap. Then he tells me about how Zagg has lines and striations to em, and they bubble up beneath etcetera. I tell him mine has no imperfections to it. He asks if I put it on myself or someone did it for me. I said I did it myself, so I wouldn't fuck anything up. His reply... "oh". Then he tells me how the screen starts to get yellow, unlike his product. Hello!!! Liftime replacement warranty! NEXT ISSUE! Asks me how much I paid for it. About three bucks because I work in Best Buy. He tells me his product gonna start to get carried in Best Buy stores fairly soon. Then he says the daily special was three bucks off, but I could get it for five off since he understands I already have Zagg. Yeah, so instead of waiting to buy your product at my store for three bucks when we recieve it, you'll give me a discount today in which I only pay thirty dollars if I chose to do so. Long story short, I had a viable reply for everything he said... much to his attempted selling shagrin. Victory... ME.
BEAT:
DOSE
A yo-yo sits upon the nightstand, untouched for months on end. It has not be hidden, shelved, or thrown away. It remains upon the nightstand next to the alarm clock day after day, week after week, month after month. It's kinda like the Bible in the nightstand's drawer. The Bible that is at the owner's beck and call, yet remains untouched gathering dust and drying up within the cedar drawer awaiting for the owner to once again crack it open, and expose it to the air. The difference however is that the yo-yo remains on the nightstand because the owner would rather be seen of as childish in the eyes of company, rather than be seen as religious. When a toy takes more of a precedent over GOD, truly the terrorists have won. Sad.
Bart's Quote About My Soberness Of The Moment: "You don't have that Jan Michael Vincent bloat like you used to".
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| ORANGE! Stuff to read eh? Enjoy the moment. Ø ORANGE! Ø
WHOOPS: So this guy at a bar tells me to play some music. I tell him "you know me, I only play crap". Apparently he didn't know me, and I only thought we met before.
MY FUCKIN' ANNOYING CAT: Why is it whenever I'm doing something important, or consuming my time with something neccessary, my cat HAS to be in the room fucking shit up? Like right now... she's on a box trying to dig through it, and it's not like this box hasn't been here forever. It's not like she's never encountered this box before. It's not like... wait... wait... now she's opened the drawer and slid in. Whoah... now she's out and wanting out of the room... for the next three minutes. Then she'll want me to open the door to let her in again. Ugh. Curiousity is going to KILL this cat, I swear.
NEW TAKE ON ZOMBIES: I'm tired of all the current zombie flicks. I just feel there's always some way we can improve them that writers aren't utilizing. Like, a couple ideas of mine are vegetarian zombies. You know... wouldn't you just shreik in terror at the thought of them trying to attack the crops in a slow, slow, slow fashion. Highly stoppable, more annoying than crowes and insects. Or what about a robot zombie? "MY BATTERIES HAVE DIED, BUT STILL I LIVE ONNN!!!!" Talk about your energizer battery eh? It keeps going, and going, and going...
BIG JOHNSON: Damn, I miss those shirts. From the "Pop Tents" to the "Bungee Cords"... you can't beat a Big Johnson.
SONG IN MY HEAD: COLIN HAY - WAITING FOR MY REAL LIFE TO BEGIN. Originally I heard it on SCRUBS, shortened and sung by some gal a couple years ago. I don't know why, but recently it's popped in my head and keeps repeating. Maybe since I've been off alcohol for a month, my mind's goin' through a shift again and this is just such a great mindshift song. Anyways, check it out if you get an opportunity. And check out the scene from scrubs on Youtube as well. It's really sweet and great lyrically. Just like BRIGHT EYES - FIRST DAY OF MY LIFE, which is another great mindshift song I live by.
JOKE: How do you remove dandruff from a pussy? / *Brush off your friends shoulder after you ask them*
DITTY: THE ALPHAOMEGALON
Within my hand a life is held
Fingers cradle the child's birth
Old with age, man's hands make sin
My finger's dig his earth
Man's soul wails a Hellish call
buried alive beneath the sod
My hands motion out man's last rites
as falls cold the final clod
BEATS:
THE CHILDLIKE PRINCESS
She's crazy like it says on her bracelet. She's sweet like candy, as is her name. She's as beautiful a flower, as is the rose. Her heart can never be tamed. She is a naive, spoiled, young princess. And idiot savant to LOVE's very game. She'll break your heart anytime that she please. Yet her heart shall never be tamed.
YIN YANG HATES HIS NAME
The duality of man; a tender soul, and a vengeful beast. A sick, sadistic, supplier of pain... and a creature of absolute peace. A heart that's as black as pitch, a yet 'tis made of pure gold. This heart can be filled with great measures of warmth, and deliver such hatred and cold. The peculiar thing to the duality of man is this; No matter how good or nice one can be... there's a darkness inside we all try to hide, that breatheth life just as equally.
ANSWER QUESTIONS AS I PLEASE
Ronnie just found out that he is NOT the biological father of seven and a half month old baby Kayla. Thank GOD! I mean, he doesn't even have a job in the first place. How would he support a kid? He'd probably just end up a deadbeat dad like all the others that won't take blood tests unless court ordered. Yep, he's got a new lease on life. All thanks to a talk show. Yep... no deadbeat dad found today. Only a slut, trying to cover her tracks.
B.F.F.
That's the good ol' toxic spirit. And you just know you wanna hear it. Break up, cry, and be consoled. Be comforted by a friend, who's been through thick and thin, and who's advice is the only one you want to be told. Advice from the fatty, who never had a boyfriend, who seems to always know the types of guy you really need. You never follow her advice, for you think she can't be right, but maybe her advice is what you should heed. Cuz she's waitin' for Mr. Right. It's not that she can't get a man on account of her fatty fat fatness. It's that SHE won't settle. But you do... whore.
Quote Of The Moment: "If there were such a thing as cock flavored vodka, we'd never see her again." - Ken Terror
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| ORANGE! I'm at home sick, so what else do I have to do other than type stuff, grow facial hair, and sit around the house? Anyways, here's the stuff I'm typing. Read on if ya care to. Enjoy the moment eh?
KANYE VS. TAYLOR SWIFT: First off, I'd like to say that I love Kanye West's music (occasionally), and I absolutely hate Taylor Swift. I don't know about her music, I've never heard it. I just hate her. It's one of those things. Like how some people hate, or are afraid of, clowns for no real reason. Anyways, my take on whatever went down, and I didn't see it personally... only heard about it on the net countless times... I can't hate Kanye. I can hate MTV. Afterall, who pays the mic bills? Why didn't security stop him? How many times are they gonna rerun the VMA's afterwards? How many hits are they looking to get from it on their website? Most important question of the four; HOW MANY TIMES ARE THEY GONNA RERUN THE VMA'S AFTERWARDS? MTV in spite of the tremendous shows put on by the artists, need a moment of "shock" to get people to watch the rerun episodes of the VMA's. I saw a rerun clip of Janet Jackson singing in honor of her brother, and honestly I don't think I would rewatch the show for that. I saw Pink with a trapeze artist wearing a heart shaped pastie on her titty (and even though I like the fellas, pink is the one dame that I feel some umph for), but I still wouldn't rewatch the show for that. Okay... maybe if I caught the Pink segment haphazardly I'd sit through it again, but I wouldn't schedule my television time around waiting for it. Anyways, I do believe Taylor Swift is a country artist anyways, and isn't there a station for country music that ISN'T MTV. Seriously, I've never seen Jazz, Easy Listening, Spanish, Country (other that country rap/rock like Kid Rock's stuff), etcetera, played on MTV before. Anyways, before I turn this segment into an epic (which being a writer it'd be easy to do), I'm just gonna cut it short and say don't be mad at Kanye for the whole incident. He's a talented puppet for MTV, er... ahem I mean artist, and he's a gay fish. Thank you.
THERE'S NOTHING SADDER THAN A SAD JAPANESE MAN SINGING KARAOKE: So driving home a couple days ago from some restaurant (most likely Buffalo Wild Wings), I saw a whacky wailing flailing inflatable tube. Not a tube man... just a tube, at some off road sale thing goin' on. It looked sad and pathetic. A tubeman, void of arms and flaggy hair. I tell you friends... if you can't afford to cut a few strips of plastic up, and duct tape em' to a whacky wailing flailing inflatable tube... then you shouldn't be selling what you're trying to get people so desperately to see.
STUPID ANTI-DRUG ADVERTISEMENT: So this kid walks into a room where someone's smokin' marijuana. The guy offers the kid a hit. Then the kid sees this little devil appear on his shoulder saying "Do it! Do it!" And then a little angel appears on his other shoulder saying "No, don't!" Then, back and forth different characters like the kids coach, girlfriend, mother, some whore he knows, etcetera keep appearing telling him to either smoke it or not. Finally a voice narrates "Hey, the only voice you need to listen to, is your own", and then the kid turns down the hit. My thought seeing this commercial was if you got these little fuckers appearing on your shoulders telling you what to do, maybe you NEED that hit to mellow out, because you're already one fucked up kid.
DOWN WITH THE SICKNESS: So... I got another infection on my stomach. I think this time it's from the cat's rear claw digging into me. I mean, you know how they step on their own shit in the litterboxes. I guess I was just on the recieving end of a tainted claw. Also, I got a cold with sinus pressure so ridiculous I can't barely stand. Also when I blow my nose, gunk shoots from the inner corner of my eyes. That's how fuckin' horrible it is. I nearly popped my eye out of my head altogether a few times. And the fever... fuck, is that ever something. No matter what I wear, I'm sweatin' like a watermelon at a baptist's barbecue. And it's been causing me to hallucinate. I woke up early to call in sick to work, and because of the fever I wasn't sure if I already called in or not because I woke up in the middle of the night a dozen times thinkin' to myself "I gotta call in sick to work". So when I woke up, I thought I called in three times prior.
RIDICULOUS PRODUCT: So late at night, I saw this advertisement for this dumbbell that has a moving weight attached to it. It's for women to help get rid of their arm flab. And honest to GOD when watching it, it looks like their jerkin' off this weight. I'm sure you can find it on youtube. Ellen Degeneres even made fun of it on her show. Ellen said, "Who on Earth would buy this thing...", then she reaches behind her couch and pulls it up and demonstrates it "besides me". Also, just as ridiculous is the "Tiddy Bear". Look that one up, eh?
HESITATANT: I haven't seen a flick in the theatres for... well, since I was kinda dragged to QUARANTINE. But before QUARANTINE, the last flick I saw was THE SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS MOVIE. Anyways, I'm really wantin' to see JENNIFER'S BODY, only becuase I saw Kyle Gallner in it with sexy dyed black hair, and an emo-fag look. There was also some other cute lookin' guy with black hair in the preview, but not as cute as Kyle. My reason for hesitation is for one, do I wanna break my streak of NOT payin' eight bucks for a flick, and then missing the crucial eight minutes of it after I have to use the bathroom. Or for two, odds are the guys get killed pretty decently, and Gallner probably has like a total of two minutes in the movie. At least with HAUNTING IN CONNECTICUT, he was there for the whole movie. And bonus, shirtless scene  . I know over half my readers are like "gah, what a girl" when reading this. And I know the other half of the ratio is gonna give me replies like "right on dude" and "Kyle Gallner's sexy as fuck! You should see it just for him!" So, say what you will... it's my entry, and that's the way it is.
BEATS:
IT SPEAKS VIA SPEAK IT
Resisting the best, while being at rest. A bottle in front of me seems better than a frontal lobotomy, wouldn't you agree? With my wit with words, people think I'm a smart feller. And I can honestly said I'd rather be a smart feller than a fart smeller, I tell you what. But the breast line I can disclose, is hidden beneath my clothes, and this is how it goes; "You must first learn to balance a tack hammer on your head, in order to head off your foe with a balanced attack."
WORST PIES IN LONDON
The tea tax takes it's toll on the two-faced tottlers of Trecal Tart Towne. With taxes on their tea, crumpets seem to crumble without moisture in the corona of the complacent convection over in the sky. There is no priming of the pump when the rivers run dry, and the seas turn to salt. A useless pump brings no water. No water allows no tea. Trecal Tart Towne is teasless. And papa's got a brand new bag. Of coffee.
IT'S A MERCY KILLING, DARLING
I could tell you about the takeover... but that'd just spoil all the fun. All the people would be prepared and ready to defend. All the children would be sent to the safety houses. All the armed forces would be deployed and ready to be lambs to the slaughter. It's much more fun with the element of surprise, as well as it is a service to all. For if the takeover occurred whilst you were prepared, you'd look pathetic. We'd demolish you, and you'd be well aware of it. However, when we takeover by surprise, we give you an excuse for being so pathetic. We let you believe that were you prepared, things would've been different. But they wouldn't have been. So we aren't going to tell you when the takeover shall occur. We are very humane afterall.
Days Without A Drink For The Moment: 19
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| ORANGE! Well folks, time for yet another entry. I'm gettin' more and more into my BEATS again. Been awhile since I felt any rush of inspirado with them. Been downloadin' some nice tunes lately too, and just kinda been groovin' along. My grindr app locator problem has been fixed, and now it seems there are even LESS guys around me on it. Well, aside from that, you know the format to my entries. Read what you want. And afterwards, enjoy the moment eh?
CRUEL THOUGHTS: I know that there's someone for everyone out there... but sometimes when I'm at work, and I hand somebody their reciept, I notice a gold ring on their left ring finger. And as they walk off for some of the people I think in my head, "Who the fuck would marry THAT!?" I don't know... maybe they had a better disposition in their younger days and have turned into a being of absolute disillusion as I see them now... but man... I mean, sometimes... man...
KARAOKE: After Kielbasa and I sang El Chombo's song Chacaron Maccaron, a couple people in the bar including the karaoke DJ came up to me laughing and saying "Where the fuck do you find this stuff!?" Because I have a habit of singing and finding the most ridiculous songs ever recorded... But then I say to the DJ himself, "Everyone always asks me where I find these songs... but then I can ask you, why do you HAVE these songs?" If you've never heard it, check it out on youtube. People thought I was just singing like a retard up there with Kielbasa, but the lyrics really do sound like a deaf man with down syndrome trying to sing.
BULLSHIT: So my mom and dad got a new camera. This new camera needed a different card other than SD, so they bought it... a sony pro duo card. They take a few pictures and put the card in the laptop to view em'. Lo and behold the card fits in the laptop, and reads just fine. Then, my mom figures with how far the card went in the slot, maybe it's one of those push in and eject type deals to get the card out (like you do on the camera). So she pushes it in, and it goes FAR in. My dad grabs a knife to try and clip it out, but pushes it FAAARRRRR in. Basically... the slot for this card to go in, is wider than the pro duo card, and two pro duo card lengths. So the card is completely IN the laptop by at least an inch and a half, and in this slot the width of a quarter... so it's virtually impossible to get out. I look on the internet, and apparently a lot of people have had this problem. Why the fuck would Toshiba make a card slot that'd read pro duo cards, yet it's advertised as only an SD slot? Furthermore, why would they make the slot so fuckin' deep when SD cards can only go so far in? Do they purposely want people to lose their pro duo cards in the slots, just so they can be paid to remove them? Anyways, through searching on the net and reading about the many people that encountered this problem, the only solution I found was to slide a piece of construction paper folded in half over the bottom pins, and then puttin' a knife in the fold and doin' my best to grip the card with the construction paper and pressure-pulling it out. Barely got it out. Long story short... get a card reader and save yourself the trouble.
THE THONG DIARIES: Best part about thongs... the freedom. Worst part about thongs... the "SCCHCHLLLEEERRPPPPK" sound made getting up from a leather chair. I'm just sayin'. TMI? I know.
BEATS:
SBAITSO
I've had 1, 2 many. But when you're in a 3 way, 4 5 minutes... and it's the most amazing 6 you've ever had, then all the sudden your uncle 7 shows up from Sweden and demonstrates the method he used in WWII when he 8 all the German girls out... causing them so much ecstasy they would shout 9, 9, 9, pleading for him to stop... you need 2 tie 1 on to try and forget about it. But if that doesn't work, you have another, then another, over and over a 10.
(SCRAPPED)
Will you take away the pain? Will you make me feel like there is nothing that can bring me down?
What's Sitting There For The Moment: In my drawer next to the computer I have my ACID MUSIC 3.0 program just sitting there. I shelved it away because my old computer couldn't handle it, and I said when I got a new one I'd use it again. Well, I've had this "new" one for four years and yet the ACID is still in the drawer. C'est la vie.
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