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[Oct. 15th, 2005|02:24 am] |
well, i shaved...everything. except my head. also, thanks to any chicks who gave us advice on how to avoid razor-burned naughty bits.
tomorrow, we drag.
[cody] |
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[May. 5th, 2005|09:16 pm] |
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what it is with mother's day? i mean, i appreciate everything mom did, and still does, for me. i can't even imagine being burdened with the duty of wiping someone's ass for more than two days. and even still, she helps out, quite a lot. but, why is this one day, this "mother's day," such an important day? i call her on her birthday, i see her at least once every other month. why is there this one day, even more important than her own birthday, set aside for mothers? yeah, they are special. but think of all the shit deadbeat sons (and daughters) have to put up with.
"you're lost right now. you need to find some direction."
"most people your age have already graduated. you're not in medical school, you know."
"maybe you SHOULD join the service full-time."
where's the children-having-to-take-a-verbal-lashing-almost-four-times-a-week-because-they-hate-school day? hmm? hey, i didn't WANT to be born, you decided to go through with the pregnancy. yeah, i appreciate everything that you've done/do for me, but it was/is, ultimately, your decision, mom. but, it wasn't my idea to not invest in a more reliable prophylactic. to not dispose of me during gestation. to have you wipe my ass for four and a half years. or to make my truck payment last month. i do appreciate it. from the bottom of my heart, thanks. just stop nagging.
anyhow, i love you.
i guess, what i'm really trying to say is, fuck Secretary's Day. that is, hands down, the most worthless holiday of all.....just as worthless as secretaries.
[cody] |
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[Apr. 17th, 2005|12:18 pm] |
took a step outside to smoke a cigarette and watch the party accross the way get broken up. run into my neighbor. he hands me a blunt. we talk a bit, hear some dudes about a block away yelling. we investigate. get the lowdown on what the deal was. there's story one.
we're back on the balcony, see a bunch of dudes wearing togas stop on the corner.we investigate. talk to those dudes for a while, as a transient wanders by. his name's Raymond, we find out. we discuss his having freaky sex with a fat woman at a shelter. story two.
see some dudes behind the house accross the parking lot chucking beer bottles another frat house. we investigate, and help throw some bottles at the house.talk to the dudes, one of them cut his hand on a broken bottle, it wasn't too bad. but the other guy, shit. he punched a wall and the third knuckle on his right hand was about the size of a ping pong ball. it was too bad.
that is all.
[cody] |
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[Apr. 17th, 2005|02:36 am] |
i've been drunk for two days.
and i hate frats and frat dudes....but i love driving drunk and yelling things at passersby, or rather, when i'm the passerby.
also, jimmy, martin, emily, or those people i guess i met on friday night, if you could let me in on what i did/said, it'd be greatly appreciated.
now, back to the sauce...
[cody] |
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[Apr. 14th, 2005|02:17 pm] |
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well, i've joined tim in the ranks of 'guy hit on by large drunk dude that lives in our apartment building.' i was working on a philosophy paper, when about three a.m. or so i decided to take a shower. i turned off the shower, heard the distinct 'chuck-chink' of our front door latching, followed by some mumbling and a light rapping at my bathroom door as i stood next to my toilet, wet and naked.
aye, it was him. the dude from the second floor....who let himself in...at three thirty. it proved to be a rather awkward situation.
'the lights are killing my eyes.'
'you want some sunglasses? 'cause these lights are not going off.'
normally, i may have been flattered at someone's coming on to me, but this was just a bit creepy. now, if he were to have shown up bearing pricey gifts, then maybe. because i'm a whore. not really though.
i wish to make this apology to all women on behalf of men. sorry we're such dicks. it's a bit different when you're the piece of ass the drunk dude's after, and now i know what it's like. sorry, ladies.
now, why can't a chick get drunk, break into my apartment, and start blatantly hitting on me? c'mon, ladies, do what the gay guys i live in close proximity to do. i'll be waiting. wink, wink.
[cody] |
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| kill, kill, kill, kill |
[Feb. 15th, 2005|06:26 pm] |
i hate laplanders. and their fucking reindeer.
besides that, school blows it, too. and chicks. they suck
[cody] |
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[Jan. 8th, 2005|06:18 am] |
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i awoke this morning to the sound of a man coming in through my window. not awesome.
from now on, i sleep with my knife, so i'm always ready to cut some bitches. bitches being crackheads after electronics.
also, i have drill in about half an hour.
[cody] |
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[Dec. 20th, 2004|08:35 pm] |
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i got fairly high last night and watched the garfield movie. i teared up a bit. i need to start drinking again.
[cody] |
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| when a bitch get an attitude |
[Dec. 12th, 2004|10:09 pm] |
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this weekend rocked it. hardcore. even though i only slept about 9 hours the past three days. which i guess adds to the hardcoredness.
i arrived in stillwater thursday evening, and tim wouldn't wake up, so i headed off to edmond. i was the only person drinking, but i had my own little party amongst those at h'auce's, justin's, and adam's.
friday, justin and i saw blade 3 for the sole purpose of bragging to h'auce that we saw it and he didn't. the evening was spent with a wonderfully magnificent lady. WONDERFULLY. after she started to pass out, i went back to HJA's and met a purportedly bisexual drug dealer that offered a bag of ice for a back rub. but someone wasn't willing to make the trade. i'd have done it. but alas, the offer was not made to me, and i really, really wanted some. ice...not man-lovin'. but in the end, i wound up doing some GHB, which, it turns out, isn't all that bad of a drug. quite nice actually. the downward spiral continues. rock bottom, here i come.
and saturday, was the peak of this end of the week. a nearly transcendental evening spent with both friends and strangers, with way too much techno music and introspective thoughts, and not nearly enough groping and making out.
that is all.
[cody] |
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[Nov. 15th, 2004|09:51 pm] |
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hey, look at at me!! i'm twenty-three. whooo...
fuck it.
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[Nov. 5th, 2004|03:49 pm] |
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i'm going to buy a handgun!! whoo!!
and it's only ten days until the 23rd anniversary marking the start of my life. i'd 'whoo!' that one, but i know it's going to suck.
[dr. red rags] |
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[Oct. 25th, 2004|09:01 pm] |
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well, well. my first real entry in months, besides the usually smartass, mean natured quips i post. well, probably not witty enough to be considered quips, for my wit is failing. how i weep.
i rather enjoy my new truck. from now on, i think i'll do my best to stick with dodge. i washed that glorious bitch earlier today. i used my recently purchased mr. clean auto-dry system. it works fabulously. i advise anyone who wants a spot free car to invest in one. they're not too expensive. they fuck your ass with the soap and filters, which are both pricey and don't last all that long. but it only took me about 45 minutes to get ol' ramsey sparkling, and i didn't even have to dry it. no spots!
i had a fairly unpleasant episode with my self-diagnosed mild OCD the other night. i was at hot sauce's place in edmond, and there was large amount of grass clippings in the living room. the vacuum cleaner was broken, and i couldn't sleep because the thought of all that grass was driving me crazy. i spent nearly two and a half hours on my hands and knees, drunk off my ass, picking up even the smallest pieces of grass. but man, oh man, that was some clean carpet. and kitchen. and bathroom.
the trigeminal neuralgia episodes are becoming more frequent. no fun being balled up, wanting to weep anywhere from two to 45 seconds, 20 times a week. unless i'm on the highway!! then it's like a game! wee!
and i need help. i don't know what i should be for halloween. i think i've narrowed it down. either ash, from evil dead and army of darkness, or thomas magnum, PI. and if it's magnum, should i go with jeans, or his trademark khaki hotpants? VOTE NOW! PLEASE, TELL ME WHAT TO DO!! i'm incapable of making my own decisions. i'm also incapable of consuming food orally, which is quite a bitch.
if it's magnum, i'll try to convince tim to be higgins.
also, to anyone i've ever been a bastard to, please accept my apologies. sorry.
[cody]
'i kissed you in the water, made your dry lips sing' |
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[Sep. 27th, 2004|03:15 pm] |
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hi! i'm the bad guy! and for no apparent reason! choice! holy mother of fuck, that's rad.
piss off. here's a reason:
[cody] just can't quite get around to giving a shit. |
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[Aug. 15th, 2004|05:51 pm] |
i'm home. doesn't feel like it. i don't particularly want to be 'home.'
it already feels like it's going to be just like last year. except i won't be able to escape by being deployed again. blows, it does.
on an unrelated note, i'm disposing of my Longest Standing Love. THE BRONCO will slip out of hands soon. i'll be even more irritable than i usually am. so, uhm...watch out. i'm set to Punching Mode. and i probably will be for a few more months.
and to anyone who's ever wanted to hit me, i'd suggest that you do it. please.
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[Jul. 23rd, 2004|05:01 pm] |
'ELLO, 'ELLO, LOVE....
hmm....it's been almost a month since i last updated. i know that no one really reads this. i know that a few subscribe to it, and they'll know that something new's up, but will they care for the content? who knows? i kind of like doing this, so i continue to update every so often.
it's been nearly a year since last i had a homcoming. a year. a year since i returned to america. and once again, i'll be making that westward journey across the atlantic to nothing. nothing at all. fuck my ass, i'm scared to go home. i'm actually frightened to go home. what the fuck, man?
i'm still alive. this year is nothing compared to last. no near misses, no known attempts on my life. it's been a bit boring. but, my homecoming, which is very, very fucking nigh, will be more pleasing for me. i have plans. great plans. which kind of contradicts the former paragraph. oh well. i wrote them at different times. i'm scared to go home, but i've some plans that will make cody the happy boy he should be. also, i'm going to fight more. just for the goddamn fuck of it. because i want to.
i suffer from trigeminal neuralgia, also known as tic duoloureux. i prefer the latter name. it sounds far more pleasant. especially more pleasant than the nickname, the 'suicide disease.' dubbed with such a moniker on account of the pain is so great, that the sufferer wishes death upon himself. and if the episodes lasted more than the fifteen to twenty seconds that they did, i'd probably try to fucking kill myself. it's horrible. some believe that this affliction is the most painful known to modern medical practice. believe me, as far as i've ever felt, it is. the fifth cranial nerve has constant pressure upon it, usually by a blood vessel. this constant pressure, i'm assuming, irritates the nerve in some manner, and it becomes incredibly sensitive, the cripplingly painful episodes being set off by even the slightest of stimulation. anyhow, it sucks it. it sucks it long, and it sucks it hard. it's so fun having one of the most painful neurological disorders known to man. fuck, it's neat. better still, i've had this since i was very young, i just never knew it had a name. purportedly, the episodes become more and more frequent as time goes on, which they have in the past few years with me. so, i've got so much to look forward to.
well, that's about enough of that. i'll see you very soon. probably too soon, methinks. until that day. until that day.
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[Jul. 5th, 2004|09:22 am] |
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has anyone ever seen this?
if you have, and didn't share it, you're a dick. it is quite possibly one of the most comical, yet informative, sites i have found. especially this page here.
also, ten dollars to whoever can find me a working 'burnmaker.' it was on thespark.com a few years ago, but they got rid of it, and thespark itself is now defunct. i've tried with no avail to find one. i would love you forever, or at least pass you over during one of my ptsd-and-alcohol-fueled stabbing frenzies. much like how the angel of death passed over the jews who put lamb's blood over their doors. hence the christian celebration of pass-over. kinda wierd?
damnitall.
[cody]
'Oh snap! I forgot my math again!!' |
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[Jun. 30th, 2004|07:55 am] |
i don't know. i don't know why i am where i am. i don't really care why. i talked to someone the other day about all of this stuff, and later, after our conversation, i realized that i really don't have any opinions about this stuff. i just don't care. i don't want to waste my time being concerned with things that, ultimately, don't affect me at all. well, yeah, it affects me right now, but i enjoy this. not what i'm doing this go around, because my presence here is unecessary. i am entirely superfluous, not unlike a third nipple.
but last year....have you ever been shot at? have you? it's amazingly fun. if you've ever seen 'blackhawk down,' the scene where the dude talks about one knows when they shoot at one because one can hear the snap as the round flies by. well, it's true. when you have small pieces of metal whizzing by you at incredible rates of speed, you kind of get a new outlook on life. for the first few weeks i was home, i wanted to do everything, at once, right away. but as the drinking increased, the lust for life dwindles. but that's neither here nor there. i do this for me. i do it because i enjoy the rush. i enjoy the decent sum of money i have when it's all over. i enjoy being a medic, helping people, even the locals. it's amazing knowing that you've actually helped someone, and not just a whiny american, which, no one can deny, we all are. but someone who actually could use some treatment, because the local health care system is a bit sub-par, to say the least.
in the end, i just don't care, because i'll probably be dead in twenty-five to thirty years, and there's nothing that can happen in my lifetime, short of nuclear war or someother global disaster, that will change anything. it's all money. that's all it is. no one actually cares about anything but that. i'm the same way, so i can't complain about the oil companies being the reason we're at war. i can't complain that it's probably halliburton, inc., actually running everything. and i won't. because i don't care. because if were a ceo for some massive oil corporation, i'd do whatever it took to get that 60 dollars a barrel. people can complain all they want, but, they should realize that they also are after that dollar. maybe not as much as i am, but still. if one actually didn't agree with that, then one should leave society, where the bill does rule everything. go to the woods, the plains, the mountains. live there, the few places that are devoid of monetary influence.
but, like i said, i don't know. and i don't care. i don't have time to care about things that'll make me mad. i just want to find whatever it is that may make me happy. my ever elusive, personal jesus. that's all i want.
but hey, who knows. i am, after all, a fucking idiot. |
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