| so many livejournal friends. |
[02 Oct 2003|12:19am] |
this is typerisishterer, updating in place of the master. he's off fuckin on the first date. in conclusion:
holla.
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| To you, my friends. |
[18 Aug 2003|02:36pm] |
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Sooooo... I've added some new friends. I hope you add me back. And to the ones that have added me back, thanks a bunch/million. You're sweet. Like something sweet. You know, like candy. Or... some other kind of sugary ickistisherly product. Soooo... Thanks. And I just think you should know that once I made up a game. You could research the game in my older entries. But the deal with the game is preparing for the future. I know that might seem like an idle activity to some of you livejournalers, but it's essentially essential. I swear. No doubt. Not joking. Seriously. Cirrous. So, in conclusion, you know, go ahead, put me back down as a friend. I mean, I haven't done anything to offend you, have I? I hope not. I mean, I put you on my friends list- that means that you're my friend. Not my enemy/foe/enemy foe. So, you know, put me as a friend. I'd appreciate it. I mean, I think you would, if you were in my situation/place/area. So, good talking to you. And big ups to my typistishister. AKA the first lady. But you'll learn all about that later. P.s. A hint: The five-year plan. END.
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| to all my new friends! |
[12 Aug 2003|12:27pm] |
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To begin, this is the newest entry in my diary. This goes out or HOLLA OUT TO, as the kids like to say, all my new friends. Oh friends, I'm so glad I have you. Without you, I don't know what I'd do. I'm just so glad that you're there to give me positive feedback. And I just wanted all of you to know that I made up a game. If you'd like to know specifics, you could research that in my older entries. But you could purchase this game, if you like, for a nominally high fee. It's an expensive. But I want you to know that the game has very wonderful properties that could help you. Metaphysically, speakingly. So buy it. If you want. Baby. And you know, it will help. I guarantee it. Kinda. END.
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| Let me search it, abumpbabumpbump |
[10 Aug 2003|02:03pm] |
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Sooooooooooooo... I made up a game. I've made up many games, actually. Some good, some bad, some kinda good, some kinda bad, some pretty good, some pretty bad, some kinda okay kinda good, some kinda okay kinda bad, you know some uh-huh uh-huh good, and you know some uh-huh uh-huh bad. But I think I've always made up these games because all I've ever wanted to be, sometimes, is to be an Ideas Man (Ideas Man n. Occupation centered around creating ideas; always paid very high, much prestige, the only thing better than being a rockstar. p.s. And you don't even have to wear the little shirts with glitter that say "rockstar".) But my parents always squandered my hopes and wishes so I don't believe that I ever will ever can ever achieve get obtain have be this goal of Ideas Man. But I think I can keep it as a hobby because I mean parents have nothing to do with the squandering of hobbies. I mean, they can try, but whatevah. er. ish. ist. ick. er. Soooooooooooo... I made up a game. I achieved a game. I got a game. I obtained a game. I have a game. This. Soooooooooooo... it's good, it's bad, it's kinda good, it's kinda bad, it's pretty good, it's pretty bad, it's kinda okay kinda good, it's kinda okay kinda bad, you know it's uh-huh uh-huh good, and you know it's uh-huh uh-huh bad. But in order to be an Ideas Man, I would need to have a typerishistererish. And luckily, I have one. It's LBV. My lifepartner. LBV is great. LBV is my lifepartner\typeristisher. So, thanks LBV. END.
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| you won't be sorry...!!!...!!! |
[23 Jul 2003|12:44pm] |
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sooooooooo... like I assured that you would not be sorry and that is true you ARE NOT. this is the deal. i have two songs that i wrote you could die w/ there are goodness you want to live for ever because they are so good . they (as in the songs) can help you in your daily activities and other s. Examples of both these two ways the songs can be used are as follows
1.)daily activites
doing the dishes
vaccuming
taking out the trash
feeding the cat or other pet
painting the house
watching tv
2.) other s activites
fighting zombies and other supernatural creachers such as unicorns
assaination
getting super powers
fighting somone w/ supra powers
becoming of age
getting your own country or world
so w/ all that said this has been a commercial for some songs i wrote email me at h2totheo@aol.com and for a reasonable amounght of a lot of money you can HAVE the songs for FREE so go ahead and email for you won't be dissapointed i guaranfuckentee it.
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[14 Jul 2003|12:37pm] |
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deer. oh dear. and i woke up with her.
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| LJ shapes who I am |
[04 Jul 2003|12:44am] |
I am writing this because i find that writing all of my personal issues (that i am not able to discuss with other peoples in person) in a public forum (one were not only people that I know and am writing about, but strangers can read) is very up lifting.
sooooooooo... with all of that said...
as previously mentioned my nerves have been racked (just like they were about to be hit with a/the little white ball in billiardspool)so I cry metophoricallyfor what might or will happen.
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| pppfffffffffttt...6 (378) 4846-rang pffftt... I-TERNET noise |
[02 Jul 2003|11:33pm] |
sooooooooo... i am doing typing. me think is goode. i like the computor, it says i do. I DO /I DO /I DO /I DO/, it makes me feel connected to others being. OF PEOPLE.
i made up a game. this is a/the played game first have some card(s) of the playing typeerish-kind and then pull one out any one and your are then assoiciated with that card.
soooooooo..., IN THE FUTURE when the (all seeing)
I-TERNET
has taken control of everyones lives and through its buecratic ways makes you feel/fill out forms or applications for everything ( an example of this would be an application to drive down a street you haven't previously driven on ) you would be able to feel/fill in the space for the card your assoicated with (on the forms). That spot would be right after date o' birth but before addres of residence/ workplace/ grade school/ school o' higher learning/ place o' worship/ friends/ 'latives/ stores that you often frequent/ nearest electrical company/ nearest power plant/
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| This is about lbv. |
[29 Jun 2003|10:19pm] |
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I don't know if you know her as a person. But I do. Sooooooooooooooooo.....
PAY MORE ATTENTION TO ME. I'm fly-er. Seriously. For real. Totally. True. Come back and see me again. Seriously. I beg of you. I'm so lonely in real life that I have to go on the internet and sign on livejournal.com so pity me. PLEASE. It says I'm pensive, are you paying attention?? No one pays attention to me. Everyone hates me. I'm without friends, family, countrymen, allies, even foes. Or enemies, if you didn't know what foes meant. So what I'm trying to say is I LOVE YOU. I might not know you in person, but I know that I would love you because you're beautiful. No matter what they say. Words can't bring you down. Wanna make out? Or mack, as the kids like to say?
THE END.
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