(no subject)

is it just me
or
is everyone on my friends list
fucked up
six ways to sunday this evening?

guess I had better open that
bottle of Jim Beam
I was saving for a rainy day
wouldnt want to be
the only sober fuck
out
of the bunch

[aint this a first]
[me being the sober one]

another test thingy

not sure about all this but
what the hell


Test Results

You think of yourself as being calm, loyal, brilliant, and stable.

Others think of you as being comforting, compassionate, undemanding, and loyal.

Your relationships can be described as mysterious, powerful, beautiful, and unremorseful.

When stressed, you feel calm.

Take this test here.

ok so i am bored and perhaps a bit drunk

I am Chocolate Flavoured. I am sweet and a little bit naughty. I am one of the few clinically proven aphrodisiacs. Sometimes I can seem a little hard, but show warmth and I soon melt. What Flavour Are You?

I am Vanilla Flavoured. I am one of the most popular flavours in the world. Subtle and smooth, I go reasonably with anyone, and rarely do anything to offend. I can be expected to be blending in in society. What Flavour Are You?

whatever

(no subject)

dammit people

amuse me

(no subject)

ok so
generally
i am a
believer in
the
whole six degrees of seperation
thing

and since I have been bored

I was playing with this

and so far
in about an hour of
random journals
the farthest i can get
is
six hops

[wait change that nobody0000 made seven]

isnt insomnia grand?

i made the mistake
of
actually reading some of these
journals
and
this
has become

rather
depressing

(no subject)

in case
you were wondering
it takes
nine minutes
for email
to travel
from
the lj servers
in seattle
to my email server
and
then down to my client
here
in
Santiago Chile

i
know
that has been
bothering you
for a while

(no subject)

whatever radio
the
graveyard shift
at
my hotel are listening to
leaves much to be
desired
not only
is the
selection of music
abominable
but
the DJ sounds
like
the
voice over the intercom
at
grocery stores
near
you
but with less
personality

Hey ... I resemble that remark

someone
*cough*
has insinuated
that the odds of
their surviving
a week or two
in
Ibiza
with me

would be
shall we say

infinitesimal

but what a way to go?
no?

too late for that buddy

fuck this noise
i
am going to
hit myself with a bottle or
something
and
knock my sorry ass out
before
i
embarrass myself
any further

night night

semi charmed life

my three days
of confinement

seem to not to be
for naught

i have been graced
with my name
on the guest list

so i am off to the show

drinking and dancing
and
backstage passes

oh my
life could be

worse