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Name: Andrew
Country: United States
State: Ohio
Metro: Dayton
Birthday: 8/13/1987
Gender: Male
Interests: zombies, sadie, comics, Romero movies, music, video games, black lights, flogging molly, mosh pits, sadie, losing my friends in mosh pits, donkey konga, watching tv shows with shaun of the dead cast members in them, Spaced, horror movies, RUM, almost making zombie movies, pirates, bullets and octane, digital photography, shenanigans, toronto, short films, science fiction, sky flowers, driving, LED scrolls (*nose plug*), showing mortals how technology works, instant messaging, zombie dogs, bats stink and i hate 'em, after prom, 05 nonsense, 42, buddies, violence, stand up comedy, puppies, EBAY!, paranormal activity, sea shanties, drinking songs, fireworks, travel, lollygagging, Daria, JTHM, web comics, my webshots account, funky tunes, eddie izzard, my own darkness, the late Mitch Hedberg, Dane Cook, family guy, ringtones, bread for my bread gun, aliens, robot chicken, and a partridige in a pear tree.
Expertise: zombie survival, technology, short filmmaking, digital photography, writing
Message: message me
Yahoo:  rebel_llama@yahoo.com
Member Since:
7/6/2005
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| I forgot all about this thing.
i updated in november. That's wild. Things were way different back then.
So what's up, everyone? I'm really quite bored right now and wish that some people didn't have to go to school so they could stay up with me late into the night.
Wanna hang out anyone? Holler at me, friends.
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| cool. i always wondered what it felt like to have a knife in your back. | | |
| i'm house sitting. All by my onesy. Someone was supposed to sit with me, but they are detained by life. that's alright though. Hopefully they'll chill by the end of the week. sup everyone? How's it going, huh? we never talk anymore... i got to run from the cops. That was the best part of that night. so very exciting! Just when i thought the evening was bunk, ShaZAM! Policia! um... let's see... almost thanksgiving. what a retarded holiday. i have to take vitamins so i don't get sick. I need to care for the sick, not join them. I feel like i helped care for the sick tonight, and i feel pretty good about it. But i was also close to the sick, which makes me likely to become the sick. But i'm going to care for you if you've got anything short of zombie infection... even then, i'll stay with you until your last moments. i'm good like that. tomorrow is wednesday... er.. today i guess. wednesdays are laaaaaaame. I need to give out some half-assed apologies... half assed because i offended people i consider friends, but i still stand by what i said. If i lose them as friends, then it was meant to happen. I'm not too worried. I know i have at least one friend, and quite frankly, that's all i really need. I'm actually pretty happy right now... time to do some christmas shopping i guess. I suck at it, but i love giving gifts more than almost anything. i love the feeling. <333 | | |
| I can't do this anymore.
Find someone else you can call "sweetheart"... i'm sick to death of fucking hearing it. Along with all your dumb fucking problems. I'm tired of telling you god damn people that everything is going to be alright.
And if one more person tells me what a "sweetheart" i am, i will leave and never return.
You'll have to find a new replacement friend. You know the replacement friend system, right? That's when you hang around me to make yourself feel better... And i get to listen to your problems with ACTUAL caring and compassion and hold you when your crying and tell you that this is a beautiful world, and that you're a beautiful person.
But replacement friends aren't permenant. No sir. There's an invisible contract that says, once you find real friends (or your real friends come back), you don't hang out with me anymore.
Conscience giving you trouble? Just pretend i never existed. Push me from your mind. It won't be hard once you have real friends. You can just go ahead and forget all about me. That's my suggestion.
what's that? what about my feelings? nonsense! I don't have any! I wont even make you feel guilty. In fact, if you ever need help after the contract has expired, i will still go out of my way to help you if i can. You can call me at 4 in the morning and ask me to bring you ginger ale for your upset stomache, and i will reply to you, "Sure, it may be a few minutes though. I have to ride my bike. I'll try not to get the soda all fizzy and unappealing."
and i will convince myself that we're friends. Because i have no one else.
Don't call me a sweetheart. It just hurts now. | | |
| why no IM? am i not worth your time?
oh not you.
Well... i'm terribly confused and tired. Mostly confused, hence why i am still awake. I don't want the things other people want. I just want to be around. Hang out. Be able to say the words. Those damn words. The words i'm forbidden to say. Oh how angry you'd be.
I'm aware i don't make much sense. This isn't for you. It's for me.
I'm so sick of being a sweetheart. Why does everyone say that? And when i say everyone, i'm almost being completely literal. You might think you're complimenting me, but you're actually hurting me. Everytime i hear that word, i want to break down right on the spot. But i don't. I just smile and look immediately at the ground. Everytime. Yeah, i'm a sweetheart. Too bad no one likes a sweetheart.
What's that? "Everyone likes a sweetheart" you say? Makes sense. Sweetheart is far too nice of a term to reserve for someone nobody likes. Alright. People like a sweetheart. awwwww....
But no one loves a sweetheart. | | |
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