I was pretty smashed, so it’s pretty messy, but it’s honest
Archive for the 'Personal' Category
19
Nov
09
FuCk 2012
Just Saw 2012. Why Does John Cusack always wear the same outfit in EVERY movie?
I think he only gets work because he brings his own costume.
AND, WORST MOVIE EVER, i might write more later, though the film just really isn’t worth my time.
11
Nov
09
The old warlock “DRL” =)
Don’t even think about starting on me for playing this. You have needs yeah?
Me too, playing is my best way of venting. NEEDS DAMMIT! =)
10
Nov
09
I’m reinstalling WoW
I’m bored to the point where I’m re-installing it. God help me. God help us all.
10
Nov
09
I just had an epiphany about people, life, and relationships, it’s like i can see the matrix.
I don’t even know if i can get this to make sense, it’s just like;
All the lame stereotypical “advice phrases” are correct. You need to take them more literally and really read into them.
Like “Live every day like it’s your last” <– you need to align your thoughts so that you can enjoy as many points in time as you can. It doesn’t necessarily mean you need to go on an uber holiday and get smashed. You just need to “Live each day to it’s full potential” See that sounds gay, but you actually just have to get your mind into a thought pattern to make the most out of little things.
I regularly find myself saying “Best Day Ever” and I’ll tell you what, it definitely makes me feel better. An example of this was a few days ago; i was pretty bored most of the day, just ran out of stuff to do, went to the shops, went to the gym. Pretty lame huh? but then i got home and remembered that i had a chocolate milk in the fridge, AND instant access to “Zombie” by the Cranberries. BEST DAY EVER! And that was the full potential of that day.
That is to say that each day has an amount of “fun” potential that can be quantified. The goal is to seek out this “FUN” and by doing so you ARE “Living each day to its full potential.”
INFO ON MY PENIS STARTS HERE… you sicko.
Yesterday kicked ass, i had Brad phone me to say a bunch of pharmacy girls wanted to see a photo of my penis. At this point i could have chosen to NOT live this day like it was my last. Perhaps that phrase is more suited to decision making. So when you’re making serious decisions in life, ask yourself what you’d do if you were going to be dead tomorrow. Of course this doesn’t apply to things such as “should i max out a credit card on things i can’t afford” because that’s just ridiculous, you still need to use your common sense. But yes, i messaged the pictures to “the person with the iphone” (my request because they have a better screen), and then Brad reported back to me over the phone what was happening, as though i were in the newsroom and he was at ground zero.
“Yes, we’re just getting.. what? yes, the first message is coming through now. They’re opening… yes they’re opening it… and now… they’re inspecting. We’re just waiting on a verdict. Good, we’re hearing good things all round, some even would say massive. Ok, i’ve just been told that Katie is explaining something to Louise, ok she’s saying ‘no it’s uncircumcised, see the bit here at the tip’. One report is that it is a ‘fine specimen’ others continue to run back and forth to ensure everyone has had a look.”
Then i think we laughed for about an hour. I know that story should be separate, but as if you didn’t want to know how it went. =)
Love you guys,
Lovett.
08
Nov
09
Fear Factor
Things that i fear;
Honestly, Spiders, fucken birds and toads. Snakes i don’t mind. The spider thing i think i inherited from dad. It’s like, you know that logically you shouldn’t fear the spider, but your subconscious over rides all and causes you to panic. Same deal with toads, but i think i fear them because i was introduced to them when i was hitting puberty and i think they were just another new thing and i couldn’t take it. The birds is simple. I watched “The Birds” when i was 10 or so.
I think my greatest fear is ending up alone. I mean, i don’t doubt people like me. I just don’t know that i can find someone who i can stand for so long and vice versa. But really, even if i do find that person, i don’t think i could handle out-living them. Once they died i’d probably cap myself. But, can i really match up with someone? i just want someone to adore, that’s the feeling i’m really after.
I do wish i had this existence, and then was cryogenically frozen, and had another go in 3010. Like what’s the PlayStation 9 gonna be like? Yes, that’s right people, that is the only advancement of the human race that i am interested in. Of course not, but you know, shit would be cool, it would blow your mind.
07
Nov
09
All in a day’s work.
I decided to try and develop a style where the same story occurs if you mix around the paragraphs, like a Tarrantino film. I don’t know if i did it here, but i came up with the idea about half way through, and I’m pretty drunk and didn’t want to forget this idea. I’m going to make it fit the structure, but i’m drunk and can’t right now.
I stood in the small, dimly lit bathroom. I was washing the blood off my hands into the sink. My hands were wrapped in a white cloth, which was now stained with blood. The water from the faucet caused the blood to spread throughout the cloth, turning them almost completely red. They felt awkward against my hands. I quickly undid them, anxious to relieve myself this discomfort. I looked up into the mirror, my long dark hair dripping with sweat, cuts and bruises across my face.
I could see the old man in the reflection. He was standing behind me, pondering whether to walk into “the room”.
“Think twice old man.” I muttered.
He stopped. His elongated skeletal figure whimpering in an almost unnatural mannar, he paused his breathing for a few moments. Then cried out in his mother tongue and headed back into the night.
The cloths were not bandages, they were wraps, to protect my wrists. The blood was not mine, it belonged to the executives who lay mangled and mutilated upon the boardroom floor. It was my job, to take them out. I don’t know who they were, or what they did, i just knew they had to be dead.
I received the instructions via phone call as always. The instructions were to take out all the men in the meeting that was to take place in “X” building at “Y” O’clock.
I’m very personal, i like to do everything by hand. I arrived outside the building 2 hours before the scheduled meeting time. Nobody showed up until a quarter to “Y”
I can’t be bothered finishing this now, i’m gonna watch Aladdin or Hannah Montana or something
I don’t, i do’t even think, i like the story, i should do the zombie guy again.
This should make your day. It made mine; first read this;
Then listen to this;
04
Nov
09
Why you should love me
You know in those “self help” programs how they get you to write down good things about yourself? and you kinda don’t really answer, and just draw penises on the piece of paper, and like stick figures dying, and sometimes those pictures look really cool, but then you don’t know what to do with them. Anyway, I’m going to write down some positive things about “Why others like me”, as though it’s that booklet.
A. I am fucking entertaining, i’m like a Sesame street character on speed, and if you don’t get it, then you should fuck off, because let me tell you something. If you don’t Like Hanson and other 90’s hits, then there’s something wrong with you motherfucker. That shit’s unnatural.
B. Laser hair removal: Because Astroboy doesn’t have to deal with this shit.
C. Because point B was fucking hilarious
D. I have glorious locks of hair, check this shit out;
(not an overly impressive photo, i promise i don’t look like a mannequin in real life, see the vampire pics video, I’m sexy as fuck. =] )
E. Because my hair smells like roses and i smell like Vanilla Cherry Blossom
F. Because my taste in music is Rad, i love a HUGE variety of shit
G. Because i have sweet guitars, and a sweet amp, ad i’m pretty decent at blues.
H. Because i’m confusing but RELAXXXXED
02
Nov
09
My current playlist
