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[Sep. 24th, 2003|12:38 am] |
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| |  accomplished | ] |
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| | Justice for all - Metallica. | ] |
This journal is now friends only.
If you want to see come talk to me, leave a comment.
There are lots 'o disease ridden goodies in store. |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 23rd, 2003|12:18 am] |
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| |  exanimate | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Death in Vegas - Put your hands around my throat | ] |
People who wear pinstripe rock, i have decided.
Are you all in my cult yet? If you're not, i expect you to all kneel and grovel before me.
I'm not going to wait all day people...
Blah, now i have to wander down chaple street to get cat food and chips, wearing my ever so fashionable houseclothes that no one is allowed to see. |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 22nd, 2003|08:01 pm] |
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| |  recumbent | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Blood, milk and sky - White Zombie. | ] |
Heh. I was dragged over to a friends house at 1:00 am this morning, then had to leave when ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) turbokitty2020 decided that he didn't want to play that game anymore and politely called "time, gentlemen" and sent us on our way. I then spent a merry hour looking up dedthings on the net and wondering why you have to be over 18 to look at porn, but you can go onto any medical site and see the after effects of a ballistic Mack truck to the skull.
Will the wonders of the modern world ever cease?
Evidently not...
In other news from Dedthingville i have decided to become the leader of a personality cult. I now demand you all wander around chanting my name and converting others to my cause. Failure to do so will result in having to sit down and have a coffee with me to discuss your inadequacies :) Or hideous torture involving Barbie dolls and spray on Teflon. I have not decided yet. You will all wear robes that will mirror my exceptional lack of fashion sense. Failure to do this will involve you buying me new clothes that are not black pants and shirts.
I think my hausfreundfuhrersimulcrumhas turned into a corpsicle (what we pull out of the freezers at work). She's cold all over and hardly breathing. I would poke her with a stick, but thats probably illegal.
I have discovered that there actually are some really decent people online. Then again, it's always nice when someone allows you to rant at them... :)
Ok, now i think i should haul my bulk over to the couch to watch slim girls kick the living bejesus out of people on Alias. I hope its on.
Oh yes, i also need to know how to make animated icons. Anyone have any idea? |
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| Bah Humbug. |
[Sep. 21st, 2003|12:46 pm] |
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| | awake | ] |
| [ | music |
| | I find you gone - Wolfsheim | ] |
Well well well. Last night was a blast. Pity it wasn't really blasted, into smithereens, but oh well we can but hope. I should not really go to clubs in...certain states... shall we say. Bloody hell. i have sooo much work to do, and i have to see my ex to catch up today...
I would post something exciting, but you will have to wait until after my brain turns back on.
If anyone wants to leave a surrogate life with me, i promise it will be badly looked after and mistreated whenever possible. All enquiries to be left with my remaining conscience, somewhere in a jar in my cupboard. |
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| The joy of responsibility. (Or the lack thereof) |
[Sep. 20th, 2003|05:36 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  flirty | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Johnny Cash - Hurt. | ] |
With my blithe avoidence of work on the upperswing, i must now protest. I have just recieved an email from work telling me that i have 32 hours of time that i owe them.
Fuckery.
This means i will be looking at dedgirlsbits for a very long time.
I am not in this gig to do work! I am in it for the unflattering surgical greens i have to wear, the stunning amount of free narcotics that never seem to flow my way and the unavoidable smell that creeps through even the haze of Pine-o-clean and ammonia.
Sigh. looks like i will now have to come up with a mystery illness to disguise the fatc the the casualty reports i was working on 3 months ago are all covered in cat urine. I think a healthy combination of Marburg and Lassa will do it, maybe a touch of Congo fever and Ebola Reston. How about i just go into work painted red and say my bowel violently exploded and i need a few days to recover?
Hmm, do you think that will fool a room full of some of the cleverest people in the country.?
Damn right it will.
On a brighter note, my hausfreundfuhrer and i went for a walk tonight, down chapel street where i learnt that a minibus doing burnouts on a busy intersection is a cause for hilarity.
I am in a disturbingly good mood for a single guy home alone (my hausfreundfuhrersimulcrum does not count)on a friday night, even though i did have a good time mucking around with such said housemate, eating icecream with chocmint ice magic and playing maracas.
anyway, time for me to go and read books.
It seems all i do is read books. all i want now is God to come down and ask me some questions a'la "who wants to suck up to eddie magu- sorry, be a millionaire". what is the good in being an ex arts wanker if i cannot show it off?
Bah i say, Bah. |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 17th, 2003|01:15 am] |
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| |  annoyed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Sway - Las Palmas | ] |
Hmmph.
The army wants me to join them as a member of the internal forensic unit, which is flattering, and they have done their homework on me cause they know that i am only doing weenie medicine because i suck at maths. They are trying to sweeten the deal by offering me my full MD, paid for by the australian public.
The money is wonderful, but i minor issues with
A) being shot at by people who don't know me. ( i expect it from people who do know me)
B) being away from all my snivelling, wretched friends whom i love so dearly :)
And finally, and most vainly;
C) i like my long hair and piercings.
Bah, humbug.
Nothing else exciting to say. |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 13th, 2003|03:45 am] |
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| | recumbent | ] |
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| | Times like these - Foo fighters | ] |
*sigh*
I went to go see an old friend of mine, an ex whom i have not had much contact with, at a concert tonight. I had alot of fun playing around and being idiotic. I spent quite alot of time making sure i was on my best behavior, and that nothing i did could be misconstrued. sigh. then i was battered around at the soilwork concert, covered in other peoples sweat and deafened by caterwauling. still it was fun :)
Then i found out that the rest of my night consisted of me going to work and then being lonely. So here i am, trying valiantly to give a shit and failing miserably.
I'm trying though, and i must give a big hello to lunadaze and rosanegra for pick,ing me up and taking me all the way down chapel street. saviours and vixens all. i shall repay you in sexual favours and slightly off candy when next i see you.
Well maybe not the favours, i have a reputation to protect. Or is that destroy? Something anyway. :)
ok, i need some sleep. i am lonely, frustrated and sorely in need of something to tear to pieces and stomp into the ground.
Bah, time for a new perspective.
Or lollies.
Which ever i get to first. |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 7th, 2003|09:34 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  tired | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Epicenter - VNV Nation | ] |
Meh. Things going good. Had a job interview for a mindless job, but money is money. I am finally getting on top of things i think...
I would post more, and i have things to say, but i have no energy left.
i need sleeeeep |
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| To rant, or not to rant. |
[Sep. 5th, 2003|09:27 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | working | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Go film (hard version) - Covenant. | ] |
Yay. My life is...good. happiness and stuff. I don't like being yelled at about issues that are not even my fault. Some people should learn that on certain topics, like my hausfreundfuhrer, i will not be swayed by "cunning" topics that use intelligent tactics involving yelling very loudly in my ear.
I mean really, i live with the woman, i spend almost every day with her, and have for almost 4 years. Who's bloody side do you think i take?
Well its all good. I week to think about how daft they were plus a healthy dose of being aggresively reasonable will solve everything, at least for a while. Yeah, i know its a band-aid solution, but deal with it if it works.
i spoke to an old friend today, and that was funny. he really wasn't in the right frame of mind to have a ballistic perverse intellect thrown at him..bahahaha. though he did tell me that whilst i may be wonderfully intelligent and all that, it still have a nose like a windsock and a smell like rotting compost.
* you are meant to all leap to my aid and protect me from this vile slander!*
Anyways, i am off to watch vidjos/dvds and have a nice dinner.
Maybe i should stop looking at bondage restraints and piercing pictures, they are putting me into an odd state of mind... |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 3rd, 2003|01:21 am] |
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| | apathetic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Something droning in the background | ] |
I had i good day, i think. I saw Finding Nemo. That was a fun, to a certain degree. I was told some really annoying things today, and i feel better in a really crap way.
yay for oxy-morons.
i think i will go and sleep now. |
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| (no subject) |
[Aug. 30th, 2003|09:31 pm] |
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| |  nauseated | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Marco V - Godd | ] |
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| ...Hang him Higher... |
[Aug. 28th, 2003|06:16 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  nerdy | ] |
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| | No leaf clover - Metallica | ] |
An icebreaker works by using its bow and keel to ride up upon the ice and crushing it beneath its weight, allowing the ship unconstricted travel and leaving a path of destruction behind in its wake.
Maybe its time to change tactics in my life. |
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| Ick Ickity Ick Ick. |
[Aug. 28th, 2003|04:54 am] |
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| | recumbent | ] |
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| | Merging bloody oceans again. (its random, i swear!) | ] |
Can somebody tell me why i am looking at deadthings, sorry- correction BURNT deadthings, at 4:55 in the morning? I mean really. i am meant to glide through this course on a combination of sheer brilliance, astounding genius and a healthy dose of complete bullshittery, and now i find myself actually DOING WORK. Christ almighty, slay me now.
I need my head fixed. i really do. who really wants to be an expert on posthumous trauma..?
On the upside i actually managed to make a new icon. I was getting sick of looking at Influenza all the time. Do we all like my scalpel.? fitting yes.? Not as much as the 'flu, but still. Now i just need some computergeek friend of mine to tell me how to make animated ones, and i'll be in buisness.
Oh yes, the most revolting thing in the world is NOT to cut through a crispies carapace like i previously reported. It is to extract Vitreous Humour from the eye with a syringe in a crispie. I had just eaten, and it was revolting. When i am coroner, or a hideosly paid consultant wortking for the coroners court, i will pass a law stating that everyone that does not die in an orderly and serene fashion will be cremated without anyone offical looking at the corpse. Yeah that'll teach all you bastards who do icky, miserable deaths to bugger around with my gorge and bile duct.
bastards. |
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| (no subject) |
[Aug. 27th, 2003|04:46 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  jealous | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Lux Aeternae - Requiem for a dream score | ] |
Its my mothers birthday. i have to go celebreate the old coots life now. I wish i still had the collapsing birthday cake i gave her for her 40'th. after you put the 20 or so candle on it collapsed concave...bahahahahha
i love my mother, really... :)
I am still peeved about sydney, and that no one told me, and that i really want to go. To be honest i don't feel very welcome, but i'll live...
I hate burns victims. They smell bad. i really should have more compassion i suppose, but they ARE dead when i get to them. i was allowed to assist today. *nods*
Stupid pugilist pose.
To those who have not ever cut through skin when it turns to carapace, don't.
They haven't let me for a while, they don't seem to trust me with expensive lab equipment... i wonder why... (and no i am not answering why, unless you ask really nicely)
All this and i was only there for 2 and a hlaf hours...i looked for my new friend, the glossiophagist, but he wasn't there...
ok, time to have a shower and rid this "temple" of all its impurities.
Dear lord there are a lot of them... |
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| Some words by John Donne |
[Aug. 27th, 2003|02:58 am] |
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| | awake | ] |
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| | Merging oceans - (again, for the 10,000,000,000 time) | ] |
Oh do not die, for I shall hate
All women so, when thou art gone,
That thee I shall not celebrate,
When I remember, thou wast one.
But yet thou canst not die, I know,
To leave this world behind, is death,
But when thou from this world wilt go,
The whole world vapors with thy breath.
Or if, when thou, the world's soul, goest,
It stay, 'tis but thy carcass then,
The fairest woman, but thy ghost,
But corrupt worms, the worthiest men.
O wrangling schools, that search what fire
Shall burn this world, had none the wit
Unto this knowledge to aspire,
That this her fever might be it?
And yet she cannot waste by this,
Nor long bear this torturing wrong,
For much corruption needful is
To fuel such a fever long.
These burning fits but meteors be,
Whose matter in thee is soon spent.
Thy beauty, and all parts, which are thee,
Are unchangeable firmament.
Yet 'twas of my mind, seizing thee,
Though it in thee cannot persever.
For I had rather owner be,
Of thee one hour, than all else ever.
*********
The man knew how to write...
The tune changes somewhat if you place an psychological ailment like lust in the position of the fever...
I talked to a man today who committed glossophagia. He was in a private room but stuck his head out and told me how much he liked my coat. I must say i tried to keep my tounge as far back in my mouth as possible.... |
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| (no subject) |
[Aug. 26th, 2003|09:16 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | exanimate | ] |
| [ | music |
| | wumpscut - Hang him higher | ] |
Bahahahahaha....
This is nothing.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/health/3159813.stm
You should see what we say at work.
When we say baby back ribs, we are not talking about food. Unless you are an anthropophagus, whereby i want to meet you.
My face hurts. |
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| Eagles may soar, free and proud, but weasels never get sucked into jet engines. |
[Aug. 25th, 2003|04:23 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | aggravated | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Merging Oceans (again) | ] |
*********************
Merging oceans
no wind can blow my faith away,
no fear to drown, I' m merging oceans
at mercy of the raging storm
I'm holding on to merging oceans
horizon lost to creeping dark
no turning back, I' m merging oceans
I reach my goal where I began
within the flow of merging oceans
merging oceans, no turning back,
no fear to drown, merging oceans |
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| At 4am all my dreams die. |
[Aug. 25th, 2003|03:29 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | recumbent | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Merging oceans - Rotersand | ] |
mmm.
I slept for two hours.
I feel like crap.
I feel like my life is a huge rubix cube, but some fucker has taken off one entire side of colour, and whatever i do now is incomplete. I found some stuff out on the weekend i really didn't want to know, and walked around the city hoping some idiot would try and pick a fight with me.
one day i should really grow up. But not today.
On the bright side i did clean the ENTIRE house, and walked down chapel street with my new fashion accessory, a mop.
It was bright yellow, and it was pouring rain. so i am sure i made a comical sight, a boy and his mop.
This really bugs me, i usually never have problems, and my blithe (or should that be blind) attitude to my own health and wellbeing allows me to bull through anything that is in my way. but not at the moment. oh well.
I only ever have a desire to survive, or thrive when my continued existance would inconvienance someone else.
Life teaches us its small lessons, and we move on.
Anyway, i hope everyone had a good night/weekend.
Remember kiddies, just because my face is turned up at the sides and you can see my teeth, it doesn't mean i am smiling.
though, strangely, i am now. :)
ah well.
'Tis better to rule in hell, than serve in heaven. |
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| (no subject) |
[Aug. 23rd, 2003|01:34 am] |
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| | awake | ] |
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| | Rage on Tv. | ] |
Its never nice when you can't say what you want to. I find myself not declaiming what i believe in case i ruin what i have. Its not through anyone's fault, i just don't want to make things worse. What sounds perfectly reasonable in my head is just garbled nonsense whenever i say it. I just wish thats sometimes fairytales did come true. then again, seeing that i have a wide collection of grimm fairytales i would probably be turned into a toad, or shoved in an oven or something.
Have a good night, guys.
bah.
My cat is sick, and i am going to wash her with special dermatological stuff soon to make her a little better. |
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| Well well well. |
[Aug. 22nd, 2003|05:37 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | apathetic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | firewire - cosmic gate. | ] |
Looks like tonight i will be huddled under my doona, eating chips and playing Alice. I could do work, but i have already done a whole half-hours worth, and thats enough for me. I have to go to court on monday to give evidence in a burg. case. Lucky, lucky me. what are the chances i get a magistrate that i know??? Stupid moron was trying to steal air conditioning units. what an idiot. So many easier things to do thses days than steal a/c units.
anyway, to those who are going out tonight, have a good one, and tell me what mischeif you got up to:) |
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