5. mental masturbation: anybody who uses this phrase probably uses it correctly, but, it's not funny. it's not witty. so, how about 'mental exercise'? (update 8/12: i really just wanted to set the mood for this entry by using the word 'masturbation'.)
4. sleep deprived: ya mean, yer tired?
3. oral fixation: women say this a lot, while they're smoking cigarettes, or when talking about oral sex. the phrase is totally stupid. it's like, mmm hmm, you and 95% of other women.
2. narcissist: ya mean, the person is self-absorbed? sorry, but i strongly doubt that they masturbate while talking dirty to themselves in the mirror.
1. fetish: since when did liking something automatically qualify it as a fetish? to add insult to injury, women who like shoes, but not in an erotic way, always say they have a shoe fetish. sorry, i don't see how that is a substitute for your mother not having a penis.
whoa. it's.. this date. whoa. hi. nothing is new, really. i'm still in sc. my perversions have evolved into untenable categories. otherwise, hmm, my mom is fine, she's in HI. i'm okay, too. keep in touch, if you want. like, you can facebook 'andrew drush fuller'. or don't, i don't care, cos i probably fucking hate you, and don't want to be all polite online and civil with you, fucktard.
i have a portuguese class and a knitting class that start in november. laika tried to bite a little dog. i lost my job. the monarch butterflies came back. i made a facebook page. okay, i don't know how to link to it, haha. but, it seems neato. there was some red in my toothpaste-spit this morning. i am going to salinas today, and i am almost definitely going to get a NEW CELLPHONE! CALL ME! oh man, i gotta tell keith.. my mom just said on the phone in the background 'oh, he finds the head. he'll find the head' it's a meaningless injoke, with no sexual innuendo fyi. he is obsessed with starting a band called FIND THE HEAD. i'm going to reno tomorrow. okay, that's all!
in conclusion: 1. call me cos i am really looking forward to having a phone again. 2. find me on facebook. i donno how to. search for drush fuller or whatever.
i know it is bad style,, but i couldn't help erasing the entry that was below this one. oh, it was all, like, 'midtown and westside must die!!'-type preposterous babbling. it made me sound like an assssshole. it was just, unpleasant. oh crud, nothing i have written here is of any value really. OH MAN: now i wanna erase everything! this sucks! even though i have only used livejournal for like, 1hr in my whole life. ugh, i don't wanna have a hissy-fit and erase stuff, especially myspace. i can't really think of who could possibly be hurt by ME not having a myspace, but somebody probably would. so.. okay.. must not have online hissy fit! someday i will write a real entry in more than 15 seconds. maybe it will have correct grammar like when erin writes. yeah right!
i noticed something today-WAIT, first, listen to this: i got a job, jeeeeeeeeeeeeuhHJUEEEGHGHHHH. today was my first day. it was easy to get up at 6. the office is hella close, 10-minute drive. on my bike it would probably be closer to 20-30 minutes. in metric time, nah haha. anyway, they stay in santa cruz county all the time, and i figure half their jobs are in town. which is dope cos, lkjlkjkljhgjhg mountains, kjelfhhfrd. kjhfr, eroiuer hkjdfhofh eoirfoideoij foije oitrjior KUYKUYIYUK. on a side note: my dad told me this weekend that he measured an 8" diameter poison oak stalk at rancho san carlos, in the santa lucias. i'll give you a moment to fantasize. anyway yeah, remember, today was the first day, so this is the only day i can exercise bragging-rights. so: i rule. but yeah, so uh, yeah, uh-huh, when i logged on to livejournal just now for fuck knows what reason, i was remembering something that happened today. first, somebody asked me, and it happens way more often than it should, cos i mean, cmon, "fala português?" my first thought, of course, is why it's 'portuguesh'. to them, like what, every 's' is a 'sh'?? it really stands out and sounds weird. oh wait, also, forgive me, what i meant was an 'unvoiced dental fricative', not a 'sh'. haha! my second thought is how to say, more or less, 'nah, english', followed by 'and some swedish'. (side note: pretentious as hell. man that is stupid. i suck.) my next thought is 'não, falo inglês, e um pouco sueco'. by now, in real life, i say, "uhhhhhhh... uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... uhhhhhhhhhh." for a while, and they are already talking in english. always, everytime so far. jejejejejejejejejjeej: häääääääääääää. insert happy face here. oh yeah. and, of course, if you have read this far, then, hmmm.. well, message me for a prize, i'll think of one later. actually, if anyone has read this far: that means me and you are out of touch, and i hope you drop me a line sometime. i will make an effort to reconnect with some estranged people this weekend. i hope you all are doing great! nah, fuck you. i mean it!!!
honestly now, why should anybody do anything? ever? under any circumstances? why bother? why prepare for any sort of future? if you just don't do anything at all, you wont have to worry about it. why don't you just kill yo self? think about it: then, there wont be ANY positives or negatives to worry about. there will be nothing. might as well.
i am fully joking, just wanted to write that. hmm let's see. it's a nice day. but why do anything, ever? jeje. umm... can't think of anything to write. emmmm... yeah, that's all, ohwell! here's a pretty picture as a 'constellation' prize!:
doctors, they like thrive on the disease, because disease has profited them. and with the profit they buy more of the disease, they vaccinate themselves, they infect us, and they kill us! like with nuclear bombs, man. well they're all safe and sanitary in their underground survival shelters with all the guns and all the money? HA.
hey, anything's better than the 9/11 conspiracy assblowists, bohemian grove blah blah shit, the ruling class is descended from lizards or some shit, ooo look at the pyramid with the eye on the dollar bill, etc. get a life.
found these on the tracks. yeah ok ok i put the pipe right next to the heel balm for the pic, i found it laying like 10 feet away, so you know. and nah i didn't keep either of em; i don't have d.r.c. feet and i don't need a pipe. leave em for somebody more qualified.
i went ahead and did go to 'eharmony.com' just figured i would give it a shot. i filled out tests for an hour until i had no brain left, it was so they can match me with my most compatible soulmate. I FINISHED IT!! i was proud. so i clicked forward. IT SAID: we have no maches for you. it said this happens on rare occasions that we simply cannot be of service to certain people. well, worth a try huh?? i's like, k. so i gulped vodka up to the point of the first heave-y motion, then i sat on the porch and listened to the new SKITSYSTEM which is DOPPPE as fuck by the way. then i laid in bed and had to kepp modifying the dog's position due to proximity issues.
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let's say you are a slacker-ass middle-class american. there is a draft that's gonna be all sending you into america's war against congo or some shit. assuming that all these countries accepted your asylum, which country would you go into exile in, if you had to choose only one?
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drush's journal
oddly cheerful
go home
day3 got a taste of the shakes
fine
hehe, look at the pooping pig!
paranoid
i try for figure
why the fuck is my teddy cryin
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