BRITNEY WHAT ARE YOU DOING!??!
EVIDENCE
MORE EVIDENCE
Monday, November 27, 2006
CRAZY TRAIN IS A GENIUS
SHE SENT THIS TEXT TO THE LORD OF THE JAMZ LATE SATURDAY/EARLY SUNDAY:
"Must...make...way...hofme. Sllefpimh on street not opt4on."
"Sllefpimh" IS OBV. ANOTHER LANGUAGE.
CRAZY TRAIN IS A POLYGLOT GENIUS.
"Must...make...way...hofme. Sllefpimh on street not opt4on."
"Sllefpimh" IS OBV. ANOTHER LANGUAGE.
CRAZY TRAIN IS A POLYGLOT GENIUS.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
WHY DRUNKS SHOULD ALWAYS DATE
DID WE TALK ABOUT THIS ALREADY? I CAN'T REMEMBER. LET'S JUST TALK ABOUT IT AGAIN.
ENDLESS POSSIBILITIES FOR CONVERSATION!
ENDLESS POSSIBILITIES FOR CONVERSATION!
F*CKED UP DUDE
PROBLEMZ WITH TODAY:
1. I AM AT WORK AT A MAKESHIFT MESSY DESK THAT IS NOT EVEN MY OWN MAKESHIFT MESSY DESK BUT THAT OF A COWORKER TAKING SABACTICLE IN HAWAII. WHAT AN AZZHOLE FOR BEING IN HAWAII WHILE I AM HERE.
2. MY THROAT/HEAD STILL HURTZ. THE DWARVES IN MY BRAIN ARE RESTLESS. EDIT BY CRAZY TRAIN: THIS NEEDED A PICTURE. BRAIN DWARVES!!!! (CUE BIG BLACK)
3. I HAVE WORK TO DO, AM OVERWHELMED. IN SHORT, I FEEL MILDLY RETARDED.
4. SOMEONE HAS EATEN MY CEREAL ! IT IS MISSING FROM THE OFFICE KITCHEN, NOWHERE TO BE FOUND IN THE MUTIPLE MUSTY DUSTY CABINETS AND DARK RECESSES! SOMEONE MUST HAVE ABSCONDED WITH THE GOODZ. WHO WOULD DO A THING LIKE THAT TO A KID LIKE ME? WHEN ALL YOU HAVE TO LOOK FORWARD TO IN THE WORLD IS YOUR DELICIOUS BAG OF OVERPRICED GRANOLA AND YOU HAVE BEEN DENIED, WHAT ELSE IS THERE TO LIVE FOR?! HOW MANY HOURS MUST YOU WAIT TILL LUNCH? (THERE WAS NOT EVEN SOMEONE ELSE'S YUMMY CEREAL TO STEAL TO SETTLE THE SCORE, UNLESS YOU COUNT THE GRAPENUTS AND I THINK THEY'VE BEEN THERE SINCE THE ICE AGES AND ARE THEREFORE REPELLANT, NOT DELICIOUS NOR ENTICING). WHOEVER STOLE MY CEREAL I HOPE YOU CHOKE ON THE NUTRITIOUS WALNUTS AND HEARTY OATS!
IT IS A SAD SAD DAY.
1. I AM AT WORK AT A MAKESHIFT MESSY DESK THAT IS NOT EVEN MY OWN MAKESHIFT MESSY DESK BUT THAT OF A COWORKER TAKING SABACTICLE IN HAWAII. WHAT AN AZZHOLE FOR BEING IN HAWAII WHILE I AM HERE.
2. MY THROAT/HEAD STILL HURTZ. THE DWARVES IN MY BRAIN ARE RESTLESS. EDIT BY CRAZY TRAIN: THIS NEEDED A PICTURE. BRAIN DWARVES!!!! (CUE BIG BLACK)
3. I HAVE WORK TO DO, AM OVERWHELMED. IN SHORT, I FEEL MILDLY RETARDED.
4. SOMEONE HAS EATEN MY CEREAL ! IT IS MISSING FROM THE OFFICE KITCHEN, NOWHERE TO BE FOUND IN THE MUTIPLE MUSTY DUSTY CABINETS AND DARK RECESSES! SOMEONE MUST HAVE ABSCONDED WITH THE GOODZ. WHO WOULD DO A THING LIKE THAT TO A KID LIKE ME? WHEN ALL YOU HAVE TO LOOK FORWARD TO IN THE WORLD IS YOUR DELICIOUS BAG OF OVERPRICED GRANOLA AND YOU HAVE BEEN DENIED, WHAT ELSE IS THERE TO LIVE FOR?! HOW MANY HOURS MUST YOU WAIT TILL LUNCH? (THERE WAS NOT EVEN SOMEONE ELSE'S YUMMY CEREAL TO STEAL TO SETTLE THE SCORE, UNLESS YOU COUNT THE GRAPENUTS AND I THINK THEY'VE BEEN THERE SINCE THE ICE AGES AND ARE THEREFORE REPELLANT, NOT DELICIOUS NOR ENTICING). WHOEVER STOLE MY CEREAL I HOPE YOU CHOKE ON THE NUTRITIOUS WALNUTS AND HEARTY OATS!
IT IS A SAD SAD DAY.
Monday, November 20, 2006
EMERGENCY MESSAGE FROM SICKBAY
TO CRAZY TRAIN:
HALF TRAIN IS NOT A GOOD TRAIN. THAT SED, I THINK YOU ARE THE ENGINE. AM I THE DINING CAR? SLEEPER CAR? THE CABOOSE HAS TO BE ABLE TO SHAKE IT SOMETHING SERIOUS. WHO'S THE CONDUCTOR ON THIS TRAIN ANYHOW? RIGHT NOW, I'M IN THE SHOP. NEED SOME REPAIR WORK TO RECOVERY MY USUAL SPEED AND FEROCITY. IS THAT A WORD? I HAVE NO IDEA.
DETAILS OF MY STATUS: I FEEL AS IF MY HEAD MIGHT EXPLODE INTO HUNDREDS OF TINY PIECES AND THE DWARVES THAT ARE HAMMERING IN MY BRAIN WILL COME SCAMPERING OUT SINGING (PROBABLY SOMETHING OFF BIG BLACK'S SONGS ABOUT F*CKING) AND MAKING MERRY (FREEBASING), TAKING MY MIND WITH THEM. WHATEVER IS WRONG WITH ME I AM PRETTY SURE I NEED SOME VICODIN.
TIME TO CRAWL BACK TO BED, PULL THE COVERS OVER MY HEAD.
XX,
TRAIN WRECKEDDDDDDDDDDD
HALF TRAIN IS NOT A GOOD TRAIN. THAT SED, I THINK YOU ARE THE ENGINE. AM I THE DINING CAR? SLEEPER CAR? THE CABOOSE HAS TO BE ABLE TO SHAKE IT SOMETHING SERIOUS. WHO'S THE CONDUCTOR ON THIS TRAIN ANYHOW? RIGHT NOW, I'M IN THE SHOP. NEED SOME REPAIR WORK TO RECOVERY MY USUAL SPEED AND FEROCITY. IS THAT A WORD? I HAVE NO IDEA.
DETAILS OF MY STATUS: I FEEL AS IF MY HEAD MIGHT EXPLODE INTO HUNDREDS OF TINY PIECES AND THE DWARVES THAT ARE HAMMERING IN MY BRAIN WILL COME SCAMPERING OUT SINGING (PROBABLY SOMETHING OFF BIG BLACK'S SONGS ABOUT F*CKING) AND MAKING MERRY (FREEBASING), TAKING MY MIND WITH THEM. WHATEVER IS WRONG WITH ME I AM PRETTY SURE I NEED SOME VICODIN.
TIME TO CRAWL BACK TO BED, PULL THE COVERS OVER MY HEAD.
XX,
TRAIN WRECKEDDDDDDDDDDD
FREIGHT TRAIN -1
LIFE IS SAD WHEN YOUR TRAIN IS ONLY HALF COMPLETE! I WONDER WHO'S THE ENGINE AND WHO'S THE CABOOSE?
I MADE LORD OF THE JAMZ PLAY "LOOK AT MY CRAZY EX!" WITH ME BECAUSE I WAS SO LONELY. HERE'S A PICTURE OF THE THREE OF US:
I MADE LORD OF THE JAMZ PLAY "LOOK AT MY CRAZY EX!" WITH ME BECAUSE I WAS SO LONELY. HERE'S A PICTURE OF THE THREE OF US:
Friday, November 17, 2006
I HEART POOR QUALITY VIDEO
HERE'S SOME POOR QUALITY VIDEO OF THE MOUNTAIN GOATS FROM LAST NIGHT! HE'S SINGING "NO CHILDREN" AFTER 30,000,000,000 PEOPLE IN THE AUDIENCE SCREAMED "NO CHILDREN"!!
I LOVE HIM. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. HE LOVES ME BACK.
I LOVE HIM. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. HE LOVES ME BACK.
Thursday, November 16, 2006
welcome to the fun party kidz!
HOLY FUCK.
in brief:
HEADACHE.
NO DINNER.
FREE BEER.
DRUNK BY NINE.
CRAZY TRAIN AND I STRIKE TERROR.
BOYZ HORRIFIED/CONFUSED.
mission accomplished!
in brief:
HEADACHE.
NO DINNER.
FREE BEER.
DRUNK BY NINE.
CRAZY TRAIN AND I STRIKE TERROR.
BOYZ HORRIFIED/CONFUSED.
mission accomplished!
HUGGIN' POCKETS
THIS JACKET HAS HUGGIN' POCKETS! THEY ARE POCKETS THAT ARE ONLY ACCESSIBLE WHEN ONE IS HUGGIN'! HOW RAD IS THAT?I BET IF ALL JACKETS IN THE WORLD HAD HUGGIN' POCKETS THE WORLD WOULD BE A LOT HAPPIER. AND I'D GET TO HUG A LOT MORE PEOPLE.
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
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