coughing burns calories

My new name is Brezzles god dammit!!!!!!!

2004-02-27T21:14:50Z

Just weeks ago I was bamboozled by a certain someone whose name will not be mentioned because we have much to discuss ( you cunt). I was lead to believe, partially through my own ignorance, that my nick name...brezzles... was spelled brezzlez. The justification I was given was that it followed th same gramitcal rule as the word skittles. uh, that makes no sense. So in light of this new development, I am deleting this live journal, and replacing it.

get your ass to the car on time

2004-02-20T22:01:19Z

Emily is a cunt

I'm still not over it

2004-02-20T05:33:29Z

ok here is a link to a picture that shows homeboy and his friend with some unfortunate women.

http://pic1.picturetrail.com/VOL134/1098249/3309423/44547229.jpg

homeboy is the shorter one, and doesn't look half as ridiculous as when I met him. What is ridiculous, is that his friend never changes his clothes, since this is definetaly what he was wearing when i saw him months before at a completely different show. Obviously this is his "this oufit will get me laid" outfit. What the fuck. What the fucking fuck. Ok, I'm done making fun.

The Avocado green jacket made the man

2004-02-20T05:13:12Z

While spun of my ass yesterday, I was reading emily's journal in a desperate attempt to bore myself to sleep. Just as I felt myself slipping into a state of mind numbing idiocy, I stumbled upon a comment that caught my attention. I was drawn to the post, not for it's content, but for the strangley familiar man in the icon picture. As I clicked on the link to his journal, i realized who homeboy was. Emily's old man live journal stalker, who basically redefined the word "douche" for me a couple months ago at the apollo sunshine show. This guy was fucking unbelievable.I've literally never seen anyone as unspeakbly ridiculous. It's actually hard to do him justice in words, so I'm not even going to try. (He is def someone who needs to be experienced visually to be fully appreciated.) The most memorable thing about him was this revoltingly chic avocado green women's jacket he was wearing. (Which actually seemed less ridiculous when contrasted with his friends almost knee length red velour jacket and orange wrap around shades) So I was pretty much in tears when I found an account of how he aquired this ultimate tangible representation of his ludicrousness. I don't know if anyone will appreciate this except for emily, katy francis, and jamie, but whatevs.

"Two whole weeks ago, or was it last week, I was at Wasteland (a formerly-cool vintage shop that has fallen somewhat from what made it good in the first place) and I was slinkering into a rather snug girls leather jacket, a super mod-looking one, and it's not like it was at all girly, it just looked great. And I stood in the mirror and looked at me looking back, and even though it was too tight and all wrong in the arms and et-cetera I was transfixed and bewildered."

"transfixed and bewildered"? fucking brillant.