November
WE CUT OUR TEETH IN THE BEDROOM, WE SLIT OUR WRISTS IN OUR COSTUMES!
ALL OF THEM, WITCHES, WITCHES, WITCHES, WITCHES!
WE ARE THE DEATH OF THE PARTY, WE ARE THE LIFE OF THE FUNERAL!
ALL OF US, RAGMEN, RAGMEN, RAGMEN, RAGMEN!
I WANT THE RIPENED FRUIT, I WANT THE FRESH MEAT, I WANT THE FIRST BORN, I WANT THE TOWN BEAT!
WE TRADED VOWS ON THE FRONT LINE, THEY USHERED US THROUGH THE STOP SIGN!
ALL OF THEM, WITCHES, WITCHES, WITCHES, WITCHES!
WE FOUND OUR WAY IN THE BLACKOUT, WE ARE THE GHOSTS IN THE LIGHTHOUSE!
ALL OF US, RAGMEN, RAGMEN, RAGMEN, RAGMEN!
I WANT THEE OPEN WOUND, I WANT THE DARK STREET, I WANT THE VIRGIN BLOOD, I WANT THE WET HEAT!
-Every Time I Die/Roman Holiday
Haven’t been up to too much…just mostly Modern Warfare 2;
The release date was 11-10-09, a couple of shops out here in Hawaii started selling them a week early on 11-4-09 and 11-6-09. I was pretty angry that I couldn’t get one on Wednesday, they were only selling it to people who pre-ordered the game…if only I had known that. They told me they would be selling more on the 6th, and to the public at that. So after confirming on the phone with them before driving there, then driving to the shop nearest to me, those douchebags said in person that they were only selling it to pre-ordered people because they didn’t anticipate how much copies they’d get and didn’t have enough. I angrily drove out the shop that’s all the way out in town and in traffic without checking via phone first because their god damn phone lines were tied up all fucking day. In traffic, they finally answered and confirmed that they have some, but it’s first come, first serve. Tianna was with me, so I had her jump out the car at the shop while I go find parking, for her to get in line and get the game if she could, which she did. Rejoice, I got the game some days before most of the US did and I didn’t have to further wait in anticipation for this fucking masterpiece of a game. Yeah, that’s what it is, a fucking masterpiece. I gamed like I haven’t gamed in years it seems, hardcore all fucking day for hours. I started up with making some internet moneys again, but now that shits on hold for a while until I sorta kinda get over this crap. I got some shit to work on that I’ll get to slowly but surely, but things have been decently alright in that department. Needless to say, I pretty much dominate the game;
Been playing with a lot of pals, shits grand, day in, day out. Single Player mode is amazing, like watching a 5 hour movie. Spec-Ops missions is a fun co-op mode. And of course the online play, yeah, don’t gotta say anything about that, it’s a beast. Killing people all day. I kill everyone.
A day/night before getting my new girlfriend MW2, I met and kicked it with a friend, Ashen. Ashen is a raverrrrr girl. We were supposed to meet at a place near me, but she fucked up and totally went to a different area that I was not talking about, so I had to make fun of her for that for a bit when we did properly meet up. She jumped into the car not knowing if I was a serial killing rapist or not, luckily for her, I didn’t feel like eating another woman that night, not just yet anyway. I mean I’ve been thinking about making a new wallet and maybe her face skin would do but I dunno, I’ll give it some time, haha. I just drove around one side of the island practically, while we just chatted it up. We’ve been pretty raw and open to each other with just about anything, so she seems pretty cool in my book with that said. Although, actions do speak louder than words, but we’ll see. I played a quick dirty joke on her too…I basically almost always explains the kinda guy I am to females before, you know, anything even gets to thinkin’ down that route. She had asked me what I was going to do the next day, I told her I had to pick up my girlfriend. I’m surprised she didn’t get what I was talking about, but she had a look of disgust on her face as if I had lied to her, it was fucking awesome, and she was like…”What? Who? I thought–” and of course I don’t ever let jokes run on too long, but I told her my girl, Modern Warfare 2, hahaha. After we got back to her car, we kicked it some more before mall security told us that we had to leave, so we went to a park nearby and continued. Until a piggy piggy copper crept up slowly and beamed his cop spot light at us, and I told her “Alright, let’s just leave otherwise he’s gonna question and prod and give us shit.” We did that, I told the copper that we were leaving, he slowly crept away. Back to my place it was where she briefly saw where I lived and all of that crap. It was like 3 in the morning and she had to jet, walked her out–she tried to hug me goodbye as does everyone apparently, where I don’t reciprocate it at all and just stand there awkwardly. I think we just shook hands after I didn’t do anything, I don’t even recall, haha, but I do recall creeping up on her like a ninja and smacking her booty a good one. I told her that’s how I say goodbye, ain’t that the fuckin’ truth.
I’m stressed, but you’re freestyle, I’m overworked, but I’m undersexed.
I must be made of concrete, I sign my name across your chest.
Give out the same old answers, I trot them out for the relatives.
Company tried and tested, I use the ones that I love the best.
Like an animal, you’re moving over me, like an animal, you’re moving over me.
When did I get perverted, I can’t remember your name.
I’m growing introverted, you touch my hand and it’s not the same.
This was so unexpected, I never thought I’d get caught.
Play boomerang with your demons, shoot to kill and you’ll pop them off, BANG, BANG!
You should be sleeping my love, tell me what you’re dreaming of.
I knew you were mine for the taking, I knew you were mine for the taking, knew you were mine for the taking when I walked in the room. I knew you were mine for the taking, I knew you were mine for the taking, your eyes light up when I walk in the room.
A hammering in my head don’t stop from the bullet train from Tokyo to Los Angeles.
I’m leaving you behind, a flash in the pan, a storm in a teacup, a needle in a haystack, a prize for the winning, a dead for the raising, a catch for the chasing, a jewel for the choosing, a man for the making in this blistering heat.
Sweat it all out, sweat it all out with your bedroom eyes and your baby pouts. Sweat it all out in our electric storms and our shifting sands, our candy jars and our sticky hands, sweat it all out.
Don’t forget what I wrote you then, and don’t forget what I told you then, and don’t forget I that meant to win, and don’t forget your ventolin.
So a hammering in my head don’t stop in the bullet train from Tokyo to Los Angeles.
-Garbage/Hammering In My Head
I got more ink under my skin sooner than I had anticipated, but fuck it, rolled on with it and dumped more hours into it. Almost done, one more short session and I’ll be all wrapped up. Center is about done, may need minor touch up’s after healing. Demon wings needs to be fully colored in, angel wings need to be shaded and darkened more. Both sets of wings will have some colored highlights on the outside of ‘em a bit, and that’s it;
I hate it when people ask me if this shit hurts or not, I mean, what the fuck do you think? It’s torture, god damn torture, find a fucking happy place while trying not to move at all while controlling your breathing and salivating and swallowing while the needles and artist works their magic. It feels like what it looks like; a needle(or multiple at once) rapidly and repeatedly jamming in and out of your skin. But, I deal with it, the pain, I can take, I love art. Tattoo therapy rocks, Doug rocks, big time. Here’s a part1 and part2 vid of my good pal and tattoo artist Doug being interviewed; www.dougtat2.com
Current phone look;
OH, also, my xbox360 died some days ago, could you fucking pick a better time ya stupid bastard? Getting it repaired, red rings, it’s covered under warranty. Sooooo, until then, got a new xbox360 from a store that I plan to fucking return and get a refund when I get my xbox360 back, haha.
Yeah, same song and dance. Damn girl, everywhere I go, same song and dance. I like the way you move all over the globe, same song and dance. Something about it man, same song and dance, in the pale moonlight.
I’m looking at ya, yeah girl, you’re kinda tooken back by the whole rapper thing, are ya? Prolly thinkin’ you’ll get slapped so dang hard, ya won’t even be able to stand up straight, aren’t ya? Couple rape charges, people think you’re a monster, the police constantly bugging ya non stop. I walk up on ya, well hello Tanya, I think you got your on star button inside your car stuck. You out of gas, do you got a flat, I would hate for you to be stranded at the laundry mat. I got your back, why don’t you put your laundry baskets in the back and sit up front, I’m not askin’, it’s a trap. You just got jacked and body snatched and it’s a wrap in broad day, no mask for this attack. I heard ‘em say exact opposites attract, if that’s a fact, it’ll take task force to get ya back, c’mon.
Yeah baby, do that dance, this is the last dance you’ll ever get the chance to do. Girl, shake that ass, you ain’t never gonna break that glass, that windshield’s too strong for you. I said yeah baby, sing that song, it’s the last song you’ll ever get the chance to sing. You sexy little thing, show me what you got, give it your all, look at you bawl, why you cryin’ to me? Same song and dance.
The first victim I had, she was a big one, a big movie star, a party girl, big fun. She was the girl the media always picked on, in and out to rehab every 4 to 6 months, she was always known for little pranks and slick stunts, and nickelodeon flashed the little kids once. What an event it was, I was sitting in front, I was hooked in at the first glimpse of them buns. Seen her backstage, now here’s where I come in son, look here she comes, I better pull out the big guns; Hello Lindsay, you’re looking a little thin hun, how about a ride to rehab, get in cunt. We’re starting off on the wrong foot, just what I didn’t want, girl, I’m just kidding, let me start over again hun. See, what I meant was, we should have a little intervention, come with me to Brighton, let me relieve ya tension, you little wench ya. Murder wasn’t my intention, if I wanted to kill you, it would have already been done. Slowly she gets in and I begin to lynch her with 66 inches of extension cord.
My second victim was even bigger than the first, pop star icon, the whole works. She played the little school girl when she first burst up on the scene and seen that the world was hers. She twirls and turns and flirts in skirts so bad, it hurts, it hurt me, it made me mad at first. Alas, after my songs, but what was really going on was I had developed a crush, I just didn’t know how to tell it to her. Should I cut off one of my ears and mail it to her, send her pictures of my collection of skeletons or footage of me impalin’ myself on an elephant tusk? We’ll settle this once and for all, Im’a tell her at dusk, tonight, tonight is the night, and tell her I must. Creep up to her mansion in stilettos and just climb the gate and ring the bell, like, hello my love, I just picked a prescription for seroquel up. Now would you like to share a pill or two with me, I’ll share my Valium with you cuz I’m feelin’ you Britney, I’ll trade you a blue one for a pink one. Ever since a school girl juvenile delinquent, I’ve been feelin’ you, ooh-ooh girl, you sexy little gal you, hold that pill any longer, it’ll get sentimental value. Come on toots, gimme the Valium, alley-oop, I’ll slam dunk it in your mouth till you puke. And just as soon as you pass out in your alphabet soup, I’m ’bout to make a new outfit out of you, new outfit, shit, I’ll make a suit out of your shoot. Now show me how you move baby, do how you do.
Same kickin’ and screamin’, same cryin’ and sobbin’, same song and dance. Same beggin’ and pleadin’, same yellin’ and bleedin’, same song and dance, yeah, same song and dance, I know, same song and dance.
-Eminem/Same Song & Dance
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Tom = Inspiration + Success
December 17, 2009 at 8:41 pm