Date:	2003-06-19 21:56
Subject:	str8 as a windy road
Security:	Public
Mood:	angry
Music:	anything by The White Stripes. I love!

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THEY LIE!! FUCKERS.

Date:	2003-06-17 10:51
Subject:	Big city boy in a 9x9 cubicle
Security:	Public
Mood:	crazy
Music:	it's oh so quiet . . . bjork

Ive now decided, as highly homosexual as this may sound, to become a fashion journalist. Its so my style to live it up in LA (Land of the Alleged) and New Yawk. Maybe then I'll have the chance to have little Gucci babies with Tom Ford. Or hump Gisele, maybe Karolina ... minus the overbite. I need a big city, I feel claustrophobic in Tacoma. I need a change of surrounding, halleluja for this summer. New York, Boston, Philly, D.C. July 2-14. Then a roadtrip with Jo-Jo down to LA, making stops in San Fran and elsewhere. How coming of age, right? I now declare myself an e-bay addict. "The first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem" Whatever. I`m going to bed. I only wrote this because I finally figured out how to get pictures on here. Even if they are from a lame ass image gallery I care nothing for. I`m a trooper, I can work with my surroundings.

Date:	2003-06-15 04:27
Subject:	Repetitive
Security:	Public
Mood:	bouncy
Music:	murder on the dancefloor . . . sophie ellis bextor

Yay for another night at the gay clubs. Bleh! Fake IDs can totally taint the soul. Joleen is my favorite person of all time, I love her like a fat kid loves cake; or like pedophiles like toys-r-us. There was a guy there tonight who had some of those old LA gear kicks that lit up when he stepped, I didnt know whether to laugh or cry. All I could think of was *we will, we will, rock you!* Joleen is obsessed with Travis, I think it's hilarious. She totally wants his wee; I adore her. I went to Club Impact last night, I was completely out of my element, but thanks to the chuck T's I blended in like a good weeve. I dont think Ive ever been surrounded by so many hotties. Hardcore boys are...hubba hubba. Sandra was with me, I threw her in the mosh pit. Watching her get tossed around like a rag-doll, more entertaining than watching old people kiss. Im not sure if I`m in favor of working at AF anymore, its sketch. I dont believe myself to be superficial, but damn...working there doesnt automatically make you a cool person. I think its funny, while pitiful that everyone in there walks around like a fuckin peacock. Dont get me wrong Ive made tons of good friends, but there are some iffys who do not need the ego. Blizzow! I worked with Megan today, shes possibly the only chick Id actually debate kicking it with. Shes the raddest chick, but she works at Bellevue, damn. I know for sure I`m not bisexual (aka confused) but she certainly is attractive and so my style I want to bite her ass. Id also make out with Monica, the bitch is fly. She works at M.A.C. and reminds me of Shannyn Sossamon. I dont like not having anyone of interest, boring. Humph oh well, "if you build it they will cum." Notice how all of my thoughts revolve around the waiting for others to make me happy. I dont need boys, fuck em. Im celibate. I wish it were that easy, its probably my age, I`ll get over it. Its like getting a new toy, at first its the greatest thing in the world and all you want to do is play with it. Similar to my boy craze. Before I had to surpress my "evil" desires, now I`m lettin em out and them bitches are free flowin. How boring is this entry, amongst my others. Writing is just a good way to entertain myself while settling down from club high. By the way, one more boy comment, and then I`m through I promise. I saw this dude today at Nordstrom, 6'2"ish, around 170, brown, green, tan...FUCKIN HOT. I now declare those my desireable stats. Ill take measurments whenever I meet someone. He had semi-long hair. The hip mod do, and he was totally stylish. Yay for seven jeans. Anyways, if you know anyone who fits this description, please fill out a formal application and set up a time for a group interview. I`m tired, apparently it shows in my thought process. I think tumbleweed just rolled across, inside my skull. Goodnight every lame ass person who read this sorry entry.
-B money

Date:	2003-06-12 00:09
Subject:	I feel the need, the need for speed
Security:	Public
Mood:	hopeful
Music:	Lovefool. . . The Cardigans

Yay for another picture-less entry. Damn I`m boring; while technologically incapable. Humph, oh well, who reads this shit anyways? So dilemma, I like this dude..."Danny"; ofcourse the names have been changed to protect the innocent. The scoop,( vanilla or chocolate? ), we hung out a few months back, I adored the hell out of him. Then he went to school. Fuckin huskies. Now he's coming back home in a few days and I really want to pick stuff up where we left off. 'Why?' you ask? Im not really sure. I just wish he was a jerk or really beastly or something, itd be a lot easier. Damn me and a whole journal entry devoted to a boy. I thought I was through with the penis. Hey a mans gotta eat! Im confused about feelings, being mutual and what not, only time will tell. . Like a cheesy DJ..this ones for you:

You And Me Song - The Wannadies

Always when we fight
I try to make you laugh
Until everything’s forgotten
I know you hate that

ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba

Always when we fight
I kiss you once or twice
And everything’s forgotten
I know you hate that

I love you Sunday sun
The week’s not yet begun
And everything is quiet
And it’s always

You and me - always - and forever
You and me - always - and forever

ba ba ba ba ba

It was always
You and me always

You tell me I’m a real man
And try to look impressed
Not very convincing
But you know I love it

Then we watch TV
Until we fall asleep
Not very exciting
But it’s you and me
And we’ll always be together

You and me - always - and forever
You and me - always - and forever

ba ba ba ba ba

It was always

You and me - always - and forever
You and me - always - and forever

ba ba ba ba ba

It was always

You and me - always - and forever
You and me - always - and forever

ba ba ba ba ba


----------Yay for parking lot kisses and long drives----------

Until then folks, I`m out. Ill be here all week. Thanks, Ive been great
-B money

Date:	2003-06-09 02:23
Subject:	Everything to you I bestow
Security:	Public
Mood:	sleepy
Music:	Pretty Piece of Flesh . . . One Inch Punch

Hotter than the California sun, I walk onto the livejournal seen like a trooper. He comes correct. I can't decide if this whole thing is a faux pau, but whatever; Im rull bored. Too tired to think of anything witty, not tired enough to lay my head. I`ll leave you with some flows, this bitch represents to the fullest. Beliedat.

Yo, I roll wit' nothin' but them pretty bitches (One),
Witty bitches (Two)
Them neva-actin'-shitty bitches, (Three)
tattoo on the titty bitches (Four)
Fine bitches, (Five)
them always on my mind bitches (Six)
You-got-the-money, you know I got time bitches (Seven)
Them slick bitches, (Eight)
ain't-scared-to-suck-a-dick bitches (Nine)
Them rich bitches, (Ten)
them 'who you callin' bitch?' bitches (Eleven)
Quick to blast bitches, (Twelve)
all about the cash bitches (Thirteen)
Hittin-yo-stash-and-give-it-to-Drunken-Mast bitches (Fourteen)
Live bitches, (Fifteen)
them fuck-you-in-your-ride bitches (Sixteen)
Rain-or-shine,-by-your-mothafuckin'-side bitches (Seventeen)
Freak bitches, (Eighteen)
them Inbetween The Sheets bitches (Nineteen)
Them call me Daddy when I'm ballin' through the streets bitches (Twenty)
Them pretty nail bitches, (Twenty-one)
bail-me-outta-jail bitches (Twenty-two)
Keepin-you-focused-while-I'm-tryin'-to-get-this-mail bitches (Twenty-three)
Cheddar Chase bitches, (Twenty-four)
them never actin' fake bitches. (Twenty-five)
Quick-to-put-they-foot-up-the-ass-of-them-out-of-place bitches (Twenty-six)
Them blaze a sack bitches, (Twenty-seven)
meet-me-on-the-'Lac bitches (Twenty-eight)
Them pack-the-gat bitches, (Twenty-nine)
always got yo' back bitches (Thirty)
Classy bitches, (Thirty-one)
sexy when they sassy bitches (Thirty-two)
'Call me Janet, Miss Jackson if ya nasty' bitches (Thirty-three)
Out of town bitches, (Thirty-four)
help me put it down bitches (Thirty-five)
Hangin' 'round, give you pussy by the pound bitches (Thirty-six)
Them do-it-all bitches, (Thirty-seven)
keep you standin' tall bitches (Thirty-eight)
'You say you ballin', Well meet me at the mall' bitches (Thirty-nine)
On-the-grind bitches, (Forty)
nickel-plated nine bitches (Forty-one)
'Press rewind if the pussy don't blow ya mind' bitches (Forty-two)
Neat bitches, (Forty-three)
them Presidential Suite bitches (Forty-four)
Expitidions and the Navigator Jeep bitches (Forty-five)
Them double-team bitches, (Forty-six)
fuck you 'til you scream bitches (Forty-seven)
Menage a trois like it's a mothafuckin' dream bitches (Forty-eight)
Scandelous bitches, (Forty-nine)
them bitches in the streets (Fifty)
Now add these bitches up,
I'm fifty, I'm fifty bitches deep

dayamn! I keep forgetting Im white!