Feck.

get married, and produce more cracker sprogs.

"Feck."

Word thief. That's my word. =\

Oh, and quit your bitching. >_<

"serenity now..insanity later..?"
lol...it'll pass..it's just a phase...
my sister was in the middle of her period thingie and all paranoid beacuse of SARS..so naturally she vented her anger on me
dr.rita says that you should take up a sport and use that to vent out your anger...but really.."mind over matter"
i'm sure you'll get over your block and gain acceptance that you have a new person in your life..so DEAL WITH IT
dr rita thinks that we are often guilty for creating drama for our stagnant lives..or is she over simplifying things?

first, what the fuck is all that bullshit about her "menstrual fluids"...didn't you make the choice to sleep with her while she was on her period?

from what you are telling us, it seems like you will never be happy, and that you are looking for a reason to be unhappy. get over it. seriously. if you keep overanalyzing everything you will never be happy...ever...

um, i don't know if i'm being too harsh here, but i am tired, and the whole period thing kinda pissed me off, but anyway...my opinion still stands.

cool out, from what you've said, there does not seem to be any problems (except that her name is Cat)...at all...so...yeah.

i'm going to bed...to dream of patrick swayze. sweet sweet swayze

Stagnant is such a great word. Describes my life oh so perfectly.

who the fuck is dr. rita? is that you? i don't get it???

hold me patrick swayze...*whispers into the night* hold me!

Yeah...

"My life does not suck and that sucks argh."

What the hell, man.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by disx [/i]
[B]Stagnant is such a great word. Describes my life oh so perfectly. [/B][/QUOTE]

interesting.

'Pook' describes my life currently.

oh, and good news- i figured out the name of my label today. joy!

What? Label?

And what, the hell, is pook?

1. my tee label.
2. not sure-- but i feel about as comfortable as that word sounds... ie. not very.

yes dr rita is me..my friends used to call me dr rita...since i am so "knowledgable" on things...deviant things really
hmm...i guess the word to describe me right now..is nto really stagant..but..hmm..my motto is always something like "it's all relative"..or "it's all subjective"...but really it's true!

i want in axel!

I prefer being unhappy.

I prefer being free to do whatever the fuck I want, doing the things that let me write about depravity, debauchery, blasphemy, profanity, villany, evilness, wretchedness, humanity, inhumanity, and general human nature. Hell, I can't get drunk without feeling guilty. She wants me to quit smoking, keeps asking even though she knows I never will unless it's on my own terms for my own reasons, and only if I get bored of it. She knows I hate living a complacent lifestyle, and tries to make me be "normal", which I hate. She wants me to be happy, I want to be miserable. Being miserable makes me happy, strange and twisted and masochistic as that may seem. I get all of my pleasure out of writing down twisted and blasphemous stories, wicked little fantasies that somehow come out in this great and magnified debaucherous glorification of sin that I honestly appreciate. Hell, I'm the guy that thinks of the book, "Hannibal", as the ultimate romance.

Also, the thing about her menstrual fluids. I've been with her for three weeks, I didn't know (yet) when her period would start or end, when it would take place. She stripped me, first, then stripped after turning out the lights. I didn't realize that the fluid soaking my crotch and legs and pubic hair was blood until the first whiff, then the lights went on and I stopped. I wilted, but I figured she deserved at least something so I fingered her until she came. Blood caked underneath my fingernails that I needed to scrape out with a fucking knife.

So no, by the time I knew, it was already too late.

Wes, "cracker sprogs"?

Well if you like misery and being bad blah blah, then cheat on her or something. Be bad. It's not too hard to be miserable. Pretty damn easy, really.

See, the problem with that is that it's the difference between being an asshole and being an asshole with style. The reason I prefer being miserable, in the way I go about it, is that I can sort of hoard it and keep it to myself and only spread it and show people what it's like when I write about all that bullshit that doesn't really happen but might as well and probably should. When I'm miserable, I'll walk around and drink my fucking brains out, and ramble drunkenly into microphones and feel good about myself. And then I'll write, and sit in my room as I'm writing in black ink in my black hardcover books with blank pages, in the buff, masturbating. And it's really actually quite entertaining, quite satisfying. It's more satisfying, for me, to actually pine away about some hot girl that I'd love to fuck 'til she's rotten than to have that hot chick. It's all about unattained goals, goals that could theoretically be attained but I can't be bothered to or I can't actually realistically get to unless I do a bunch of other things first. That's what most of my goals are, and now that it's nonexistant... or rather, quickly becoming so...

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by origamiLips [/i]
[B]i want in axel! [/B][/QUOTE]

in what ? exactly?

label..lol..your tee thing..lol..
rita always wants in

right on babe. we'll talk later. when im not at work *sob* ( still at work )

awww....*pats you on the head*..soon it'll be over..
but i might be sleeping..lol...damn time zones

I just want to know why you fucked her on her rags?

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Jaron [/i]
[B]Also, the thing about her menstrual fluids. I've been with her for three weeks, I didn't know (yet) when her period would start or end, when it would take place. She stripped me, first, then stripped after turning out the lights. I didn't realize that the fluid soaking my crotch and legs and pubic hair was blood until the first whiff, then the lights went on and I stopped. I wilted, but I figured she deserved at least something so I fingered her until she came. Blood caked underneath my fingernails that I needed to scrape out with a fucking knife.

So no, by the time I knew, it was already too late. [/B][/QUOTE]

so... i take it, you didnt enjoy it all that much ?

LOL. Tuffy. you totally rule.

marry
reproduce
consume

making comments like that one is going to help me win the race, tuffy. for that, i thank you heartily.

ps see the first post. i thought these they live-ism were apropos.
if you disagree, i'll delete the post and voila, i've taken a step back in the monstrous post effort.

your magnanimity is astounding. we all should tip our hats your way. muchas gracias.

ole. si, vamos a ver!

tres generaciones es mi tequila favorita, y tu?

hmmm...comment on riding the red river, or chug the sauza....

There was once a an exceptional lass named Moe.ron
who took exception to a virgin named Jaron
she ripped of his clothes
punched him in the nose
and said, now baby, maybe I'll let you suck on my tampon

that is so decidedly gross, mirkah. i want to puke. please? may i?

decidely so, but i am still waiting for permission to speak.

Fram, of course you can vomit anytime but that would make you a very very naughty boy...

Tuffy... ::wiping away tears::

are you going to punish me if you do?*panting in anticipation of sudden blows across his pitiful shoulders*

eww jaron common you did it during her period. fuck it prolly looked like the texas chainsaw massacre after you two were done

jaron sucks.

that is all.

and mirkah is the best poet this side of the mississippi

well i once painted a face on my hand, it was a lot cheaper, didnt haveta take it out for dinner, movie or anythign

There was once a lad named Knox
Who dreamed of bagging a fox
he really wanted a girl
But no one would give him a whirl
So he ended up cleaning up with his socks

There was once a cowboy named Tuff
who rode his horse in the buff
He always said thank you maam
before he ate his eggs & ham
and before sticking his nose in her muff

Cla-ssy. Me next.

There was once a lad named Rent
we all agreed he was a quite bent
He had the last laugh
when he pulled out his staff
and said haha you [i] thought[/i] I was just Clark Kent

Hey, do me, too.

And remember, it's pronounced Diz.

there was a romantic named disx (DIZ)
he was some kind of avatar whiz
he met origami on the net
and we all have a bet
wether or not he's giving her the biz

there was once a slut called Wes
all the birds agreed he was the best
but then he tasted the dick
of the great Palahniuk
and never went back to the nest

Man, you're great. You ought to make a book of these things.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by mirkah [/i]
[B]There was once a lad named Knox
Who dreamed of bagging a fox
he really wanted a girl
But no one would give him a whirl
So he ended up cleaning up with his socks

[/B][/QUOTE]

MIRKAH!!!! I THOUGHT YOU WERE GONNA BE THE LUCKY ONE TO GIVE ME A WHIRL!

there once was a boytoy named knoxville
he met a cougar on his way to hicksville
she gave him a taste
and laid him to waste
and they never got the stains out of the Seville

While this one was great...
[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by mirkah [/i]
[B]There was once a lad named Rent
we all agreed he was a quite bent
He had the last laugh
when he pulled out his staff
and said haha you [i] thought[/i] I was just Clark Kent [/B][/QUOTE]
THIS is my favorite....
[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by mirkah [/i]
[B]there was once a slut called Wes
all the birds agreed he was the best
but then he tasted the dick
of the great Palahniuk
and never went back to the nest

[/B][/QUOTE]
Classic. Absolutely classic.

(Death Penalty Jane)

There once was a chick named Skinner
who was tolerant of most sinners
but child molesters made her sick
she'd cut off their dick
and say what WTF did you think we were having for dinner