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Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
A quote from one of my favorites:
"You're growing up. And rain sort of remains on the branches of a tree that will someday rule the Earth. And it's good that there is rain. It clears the month of your sorry rainbow expressions, and it clears the streets of the silent armies... so we can dance. " ~Jim Carroll
Posted by Smoke at 8:22 AM 9 comments
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Smile Like You Mean It
Save some face, you know you've only got one
Change your ways while you're young
Boy, one day you'll be a man
Oh girl, he'll help you understand
Smile like you mean it
Smile like you mean it
Looking back at sunsets on the Eastside
We lost track of the time
Dreams aren't what they used to be
Some things slide by so carelessly
Smile like you mean it
Smile like you mean it
Posted by Smoke at 8:18 PM 2 comments
Saturday, April 25, 2009
The Beyyyunnnnccaaaayyy Smackdown!
God, I don't know why I'm going to see this movie today. Please forgive me.
At least I get to make fun of the way she talks. :-)
It's hot as hell in Georgia today. Why do I not have any watermelon in my house? Ain't that what Southern people do? Eat watermelon? Gah! I want some. Mustard would say, "Eewwwww!"
I burnt my f**ckin' head with the curling iron yesterday. I never use that bitch and I don't remember it ever getting that hot. WTF? The back of my head burned for nearly two hours.
I have to go to a cookout today and I don't want to. Somebody help me think of a way to get out of it. Please? I'll give you a cookie!
More later!
(How boring am I? Seriously?) O_o
Posted by Smoke at 9:51 AM 5 comments
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
The List of Blah-Blah-Blah
Catch Me If You Can has to be my new most favoritist song.
Adam Lambert is way too fabulous for American Idol.
I have the sweetest wildest kitty in the whole world.
Doing laundry sucks.
I miss it.
It is for me and only me to know.
I get to see Taking Back Sunday in 2 months!
Jepha is following me and it kind of caught me by surprise.
I want the new Leathermouth shirt with the Zodiac thingy.
That is all.
For now.
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Ohhh! I thought of some more to add to the list of blah-blah-blah:
Stupid people really irritate me.
HIM really isn't as cool as I thought they were. Their music kind of makes me want to poke a pencil in my ear or in someone else's eye. How effin' depressing can one band be? Seriously?
Ludo deserves more props for they rock on a whole other level of awesomeness.
Did I say I was going to see Matt Rubano in 2 months? Yeah!
Charlie the Unicorn, Detective Mittens and Llamas with Hats make me laugh way too hard.
Damn. I had thought of something else but I forgot.
More later!
More Blah-blah-blah!
Twitter is stupid as hell and irritating. I don't give a rat's ass what Nicole or Joel or Ryan Seacrest or Ashton Kutcher is doing. And why would anyone give a shit about Pete Wentz?
Seriously? On the other hand, I could read about Adam and Baby Keys all day. :)
My kitty went to the vet today and now he's all purring and stuffs cuz he's happy to be home. How'd I end up with a cat again? I have no idea. It was kinda like POOF! and there he was.
People were really mean today. I'm not sure what it was but everyone gave me attitude. I was like, "I'm a nice person! Stop being mean to me!" and they were like, "Eff you!"
*sigh*
I think I'll just keep adding to this post and make it the longest post in history.
More later!
Posted by Smoke at 9:01 PM 6 comments
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Cuz Mayo Did It
The Joker, Family Guy, pomegranates, Yankee candles, fine-point pens, apples, snazzy heels, loud music, American Psycho, citrus bubblegum, night-blooming jasmine, interstates, small clubs in the middle of nowhere, shampoo, snappy comebacks, strappy sandals, dark movie theaters, Animal Planet & Discovery Channel, horror, coffee & complete silence, loud racecars, nachos, salty ocean air, roller coasters, smiles, LHM's laughter, lemonade, crunchy pickles, ghosts, sunflowers, crayons, my king size bed with the memory foam and the soft sheets, blue jeans, golf carts, waffle cones, riding in the back of pickup trucks on dirt roads, Charlie's Choice, ginger ale, Ball & Biscuit, hair straighteners, zombies, time travel, River's movies, X's and Oh's, Basketball Diaries, D-O-O-M, Bulldogs, long road trips, sweet tea & lemon, fresh cut grass, Georgia in the Spring, Georgia in Autumn, Christmas lights, Scorpios, Leviathan, barbecue, boat docks, coconut, boots, kitty-cats, squeezy hugs when needed, cherry cough drops, and the smell of gasoline.
And you thought I was all about sparkly diamonds and what-not. :)
Oh! I almost forgot:
As always, Thank You For The Venom.
Posted by Smoke at 6:17 PM 13 comments
Saturday, January 3, 2009
HAPPY BIRTHDAY LHM! ♥
For LHM - Iron Maiden!
Posted by Smoke at 8:11 PM 12 comments
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!
Whooooooohooooooooooo!!!!!
*In other words, I can't think of anything else to say at the moment. :)
Posted by Smoke at 2:18 PM 4 comments
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Merry Christmas!!!
Happy Holidays!
P.S. - I still need a valium.
Posted by Smoke at 12:24 PM 5 comments
Saturday, December 20, 2008
WAL-MART SUCKS!
I hate that place.
I hate that place.
I hate that place.
>.<
I need a valium.
Posted by Smoke at 3:00 PM 0 comments
Monday, December 1, 2008
My Son's Evil Mind
I went shopping last Friday for Christmas and I can safely say that I had not been home more than fifteen minutes when my mother yelled, "He's in your car! He's in your car!" Oh, yes. Snoopy McSnooperson had found his Christmas presents. And when his father asked him why he did it his response was, "My evil mind!!!"
Huh?
Ummm, no son. You may act like an adult most of the time but every now and then you have the mind of a true eight year old.
He says he only saw one. Look at that face up there. What do you believe? I'm not so sure. Hmmm......
♥
Posted by Smoke at 2:52 PM 12 comments
Thursday, November 20, 2008
I wonder if they belong to my son.
Posted by Smoke at 10:16 AM 3 comments
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
Black Math
Black Math
Don't you think that I'm bound to react now?
My fingers definately turning to black now
Maybe I'll put my love on ice
And teach myself, maybe that'll be nice
My books are sitting at the top of the stack now
The longer words are really breaking my back now
Maybe I'll learn to understand
Drawing a square with a pencil in hand
Mathematically turning the page
Unequivocally showing my age
I'm practically center stage
Undeniably earning your wage
Maybe I'll put my love on ice
And teach myself, maybe that'll be nice
Listen master can I ask you a question
Is it the fingers, or the brain that you're teaching this lesson?
Maybe I'll put my love on ice
And teach myself, maybe that'll be nice
-The White Stripes
I was trying to think of what to write and could not for the life of me come up with anything. So here's some Jack White for ya! This guy should really write a book or something. I mean, I'd like to have a calendar with little Jackisms for every single day of the year.
Wouldn't that be nice?
Posted by Smoke at 3:18 PM 10 comments
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
I see right through you.
And if you think this post is about you, well, what does that tell ya?
Posted by Smoke at 11:29 AM 8 comments
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Reality. Perspective. Life.
Do some research and let me know how it works out for ya. You might be surprised.
Posted by Smoke at 1:19 PM 3 comments
Friday, September 26, 2008
Spaceboy
(For my friend Mayonaise - Just because.)
Feel it
Break your bones
Mr. Jones
Taste me
As I bleed
Taste my need
And spaceboy I've missed you
Spinning round my head
And any way you choose me
You'll break instead
Watch me
Death defy
Defile my life
I don't need
I don't care
Please
I want to go home
I want to go home
I want to go home
I want to go home
'cause when a lover aches
That's when a lover breaks
I want to go home
I want to go home
And spaceboy they'll kill me
Before I'm dead and gone
And any way you choose me
It won't be wrong
And any way you choose me
We won't be long
We won't be long
We won't be long
We won't be long
We won't be long
We won't be long
Posted by Smoke at 9:55 PM 6 comments
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
My Conscience is Clear
I have no problems when I look in the mirror. How about you? You good?
Yeah, that's what I thought. That's ten different kinds of crazy right there.
I bet it sucks to be you.
Posted by Smoke at 7:36 PM 4 comments

