| LIFE II |
[29 Sep 2007|04:52pm] |
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Sup world?
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[28 Aug 2007|04:35pm] |
Been working and relaxing, mostly relaxing
I move Saturday and I'm beyond stoked
My computer is broken and I won't have the internet for a while
You know how to reach me
Bill
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| random shit |
[31 May 2007|07:47am] |
cocoa pebbles are the shit
winning money in poker is the shit
i actually like 2nd ewoks movie (battle for endor), but the first one blows pretty hard
baby ewoks are the cutest shit ever
i've been out of highschool five years and i'm not even old, FUCK!
turning point is the shit
i love the feeling of moving into a new house and am stoked as fuck for july/august
david horn has a greasy head
also:
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[26 May 2007|09:08am] |
small get together for my birthday, tonight at my house
nothing big
byob
if i know you, you're invited
bill
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[23 Apr 2007|05:28pm] |
This is twilight's silence screaming in my ears
This is twilight's silence, so sincere
This is twilight's ill temper reaching for my neck
This is twilight's ill temper, so chaotic
It's ripping and tearing
Ripping at my flesh so delicately sewn
Back together after being ripped from bone
It's ripping and tearing
As I slip into bourbon laced dreams
It gnaws at the base of the infrastructure of my sanity
Rip me from the arms I wanna stay wrapped up in
Before they tear me apart and the fangs sink in
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[23 Apr 2007|05:26pm] |
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"...And as time crawls by one by one we say goodbye to get ready to give the "L" word one more try."
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[18 Apr 2007|03:16pm] |
My new job has made me hate syrup and butter.
I have mad gas today.
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[31 Mar 2007|04:44am] |
boots bebop: haha so i was at my friends house today, and one of them has a cat, hanson's cat, you know hanson, anyway, so i was there and we were all watching a movie and taylor, hansons roommate, said "dragon sucks, oscar is way fucking better" dragon is hansons cat, oscar is mine, and i laughed so hard because hanson was so mad that taylor said it. but i said "hell yeah! oscar rules!"
boots bebop: haha
boots bebop: well i am there alllll the time. and i call them "the parents" so
imbillmoney: that story about the cats is funny
boots bebop: my cat is such a bad ass.
boots bebop: i love him so much
boots bebop: he's annoying at times, he needs so much attention, but he's a total goofball and a cuddle baby. 99% of the time i go to the bathroom, he follows me, and when i pee, he has to sit on my lap, while i go. its hilarious.
imbillmoney: my cat is so lazy, he literally does nothing, sometimes it's like he's not even here
boots bebop: he's in my lap now, as we speak
boots bebop: my old cat was pretty lazy, the one at my parents. he's kind of mean too
imbillmoney: i dont have a cat
boots bebop: ummm ok you said you did?
imbillmoney: i dont have a cat
boots bebop: weirdo. i gotta go to bed. goodnight
imbillmoney: haha im jk
imbillmoney: i do have a cat
boots bebop: whats his name
imbillmoney: invisible
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[07 Mar 2007|03:40am] |
Dear internet,
It's been a while since I sat down and just wrote what came to my mind. Sometimes I think too hard when I write whatever it is that I write. Sometimes I think it ends up being better that I don't settle for the first thing that comes to my mind. Who am I kidding I've already changed what I wrote in these first four sentences.
Life has been pretty mediocre lately. I took a pretty hard fall emotionally recently and I'm just starting to work my way back up. So, at this point I'm at the all too familiar state of being of "okay." The only thing I look forward too recently is band practice. As generic and typical as it seems, screaming into a microphone is so fucking therapeutic. Actually completing "pieces" that have been nearly finished but never completed until now is pretty rewarding. I actually feel like my notebook is going to fill up someday.
I walked out of my job on Monday. It felt pretty fucking awesome. I did leave a note so I guess that sorta makes me a pussy but whatever, I did it and I feel awesome. Today was mostly spent looking/applying for jobs, band practice and a lot of fucking nothing. I've got some money spent up that I really don't want to spend so hopefully I can snag a job soon but I'm pretty confident I'll find one this week.
I really want to get my massage career started ASAP but money is a bitch. All my tests/registration fees/insurance costs total over $400. Hopefully I will find a black bag with some money in it soon.
I met up with a friend of mine and we did some acoustic shit together. He is teaching me to sing and I think we're both pretty stoked on it. It's way harder than I thought it ever would be. Hopefully this turns into something I'll actually show people some day.
My sister's car is in the shop so I lent her my car for a week. I'm kinda stoked that I may actually exercise on my bike this week. I really like riding until I'm tired and just wish I was to my destination already. I also wish it was hotter. Fuck winter.
Lets go to Vegas. SOON.
I'm tired.
Love,
Bill
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[01 Mar 2007|01:30am] |
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"If I paid a girl I knew five dollars to blow me, I'd feel bad but if a prostitute sucked me off while I wore a condom, I'd go for it" - Anonymous (But I really know who said it)
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[28 Feb 2007|03:35am] |
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[23 Feb 2007|05:21pm] |
Everyday trapped in this flow, coming home so tired, stuck in complacency, waiting. Waiting on something more.
Expect to be let down this week, maybe next month. Still we wait.
How did we get this old and still not have it figured out?
Still writing songs like this, can't keep waiting.
And time is running out, we feel like we've been tricked again.
There's no reward here, don't bother waiting.
There's got to be something more for me.
There's got to be.
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[21 Feb 2007|01:40am] |
now feel this,
one thousand rusty blades
for their infinite black crusades
diamonds have bled brighter truths
luckily we learned in our youth
we are the fortune under the fold
buried beneath their mountains of sold
human souls and lost visions
blinded by their own dictations
on the population going to
burn in hell or sweet salvation
luckily we've found our niches
but it doesn't mean we're free of stitches
now, thank the godless we've found solace
always lurking in the shadows
but shades of grey, pave the way
between innocent and at the gallows
now hear this,
when we're broken on their floor
knees bleeding and eyes sore
will they reach down to raise us up,
or will we drown in their praise of the ones above?
we've found solace in the shadows
more, as always at http://wordsthatispit.livejournal.com
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[18 Feb 2007|04:06am] |
Wrap your arms around me, I'm fucking freezing...
...and I just saw napalm in your eyes.
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[16 Feb 2007|02:45am] |
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I really wish I could just pass the fuck out right now.
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[15 Feb 2007|03:18am] |
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I had a shitty day.
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[13 Feb 2007|02:21pm] |
i watched the sunrise and the dawn came with it
i shut my eyes i just want to ignore it
what nerve he has to shed his light on me
on these thoughts of mine i just want to forget
these sandy eyes feel like they've been waking up for years
they've become so fucking swell at ignoring my fears
they've averted their attention, their vision, their sight
from familiar clocks reminding that i'm short on time
and so they shut, they forget, they ignore
and now the leaves are changing
faucets are freezing and thawing again
as i think to myself maybe this year i'll open closed doors and let the world in
i watch the sun set with no regrets
but im reminded of failure in my own silhouette
more at http://wordsthatispit.livejournal.com
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[09 Feb 2007|05:43am] |
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these numbers are so large
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