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State my opinion and have it not agree with cat? Tough shit and get over yourself cat. |
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deal with it. please sorabji not another sheep incident. |
I don't care that you're a right wing facist bully boy, Trace. I respect everybody's right to have an opinion, even if it's ill-founded and downright stupid. I've even dated a bloody Republican. I got annoyed with you because you were single-handedly turning Sorabji into an AOL chat room with your continued posts of sparkling witty things like "OK.."lol".. (Though you seem to be better today). I realise you're probably bored and lonely at work, but surely there are chat programs you can access? I get extremely frustrated when I have to wade through 50 posts from you in an 8 hour period. You're drowning out the many interesting and intelligent and downright twisted (you know who you are!!) voices that do post here. As for me not being original...I thought my post about you being Satan was unique...or perhaps you often get accused of being a homophobe with an attention-deficit problem...somehow it wouldn't suprise me. (ignore Trace switch on) |
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Apparently, I need one of those "Fuck yeah, I'm weird!" stickers/buttons. |
i say stuff and 9 times out of 10, my thread dies. can we do like a mutiny thing here? nevermind, i'll shut up. |
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What your posts lack in quality and creativeness, they more than make up for in quantity. There. Satisfied? |
we like the alternative puppethead bores here. actually, i like everyone. or hate you all equally. take your pick. the one thing that pisses me off is when someone's feathers get bent out of shape and they have to start some whiney thread about how they're being maltreated. hello, fucking asses of the world, everyone here is maltreated once in awhile. |
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where did anyone get the idea this is open for discussion. |
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I think she's swell. |
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'sokay. I don't really get it, either. but then, I don't get much of any(thing). All you ass-munchers should move to Bakersfield. The whole town smells of ass and Dell Taco. YUM. |
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kymical loves white boy ass. kymical loves that Gee thinks so highly of her. (aww shucks.) |
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*hereby asserts his curiousity regarding mathboy* |
i played a show with a really awesome band he liked (Lift to Experience) i opened for them and put him on the guest list cause i could do that. he showed up and bought me a beer. all real nice. and i should have kissed him, cause Lift, was fucking intoxicating and i had had 2 beers already. but i didn. i hugged him tho, and it was a very strong tight hug, that one that should lead to kissing. then a few days later i am talking to him on the phone when he says, "who was that girl you were sitting with when i came in?" friend of a friend her name is Kelly she has a boyfriend and is 18-19. (mathboy 24) i say " that is kelly." he says "how old is she?" to get to the bottom of things i say "i don't really know, i know she is dating my friend evan and he is like 18 so probably somewhere around there." he says "oh, so she isn't single then?" i say "no, sorry bout that, better luck next time." after this conversation i was confused. i don't think he would be as calculating as me and use this as s ploy to get me to make a mover or else. so i assumed that he really has been oblivious to this whole thing and it has all just been coincidence and i have realized i should just leave the boy alone. i think that would pretty much be the end. tho i did see him today, and our schedules would never work out. he can't even find the time to answer an email i sent that he solicited me to write. that i can not tolerate. he is back in school, back at work. and regretably probably out of my life. i gave him an origami lily, he liked it. but i think i have lost the battle. i would like to think i fought the good fight tho. |
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i often blow things out of proportion. one of the gifts of having an over active imagination. that and imaginary friends. only down side is knowing what the boogie man looks like. |
And it is sad that things didn't work out between you and the mathematician...do you know who your next object of affection is going to be? |
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would it spoil everything if you were straightforward? |
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interest in one girl does not interfere with interest in another girl. hellz, I'll even actively pursue 2 or 3 at the same time cos with my luck, at most one will be interested. OK, 33 minutes to my important test. |
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it has been heard amongst my band often recently. "hey son, how many girls called you today? oh, zero? well, how many called you yesterday? zero? well you know son, zero plus zero equals, fag!" patrick, i did the math, i was hoping it would be him + me = us. but instead it was kym + imaginary affection = kym luckily i got out while i still could, he was really cramping my style. now all the fellas will know that i am single and open for bussiness. woo yeah. |
If you don't let him know how you feel...you'll never ever know if he feels the same. And there's every chance he does, but he doesn't think he's got a hope in hell. Now go call him and say "I have feelings for you"...is that so hard? At least then you'll know for sure. Seize the boy! |
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Think of all the mischief you could cause with that. |
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Or, alternately, just tell him you're interested? |
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hee. I'm such a dork. |
have you known guys to play games like that? I don't have guy friends that do, nor have I personally. I don't think my personal experience is anymore valid than yours, i just stated my opinion. bad day at work? |
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half the time you think someone is hinting, and then they're not. or you confront them, tell them how you feel and then they don't say anything. suck. maybe i'll swing by mervyn's on my next day off. i read an article in jane about make-out parties. apparently they're the next big thing. maybe i should have a party. and invite some people from work (like a few of my cute co-workers...) i did it again, didn't i? |
I like monopoly. Women are evil. Men are /dumb/. how's that for generalizations? |
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i'm particularly fond of initiating his desire with a simple glance. does that sound like something in a romance novel? i need a new relationship. with a boy who likes to play mind games (i'm writing a story about a girl who joins a cult...she's bitten by a member and seduced by the leader who may or may not fall to her feminine charms) |
I hate all this piddling crap! I used to never be able to read signals...from boys OR girls...now i can, somewhat...but it's still a pain. Oh well. It's damn fun, anyway. |
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I eat enough to kill a horse, and I'm underweight. Go figure. |
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Antithesis (strolling up): hey, Pez. You, Me and a stick of butter. *uncomfortable pause* Antithesis (aside):ahem. I don't think it's working, Tbone. *Anti turns back towards Pez, who's eyes are slowly going wide* Anti (faux confidently): Heh, yep. Seriously. (motions with the butter) c'mon. Pez: That's margarine. Low-fat. That, and... *eyes go even wider* Anti(looks at his margarine, then breaks out in a cold sweat): She's right behind me, isn't she? Pez (pale as a sheet): *nods* (PAN LEFT to show Isolde standing behind Anti, tapping her feet, holding what may or may not be a cattle prod.) Anti: *turns slowly* Isolde: *zap* (Flash of red. Anti disappears with a urine-curdling scream.) Pez (returning to normal): *sighs* Whew. What a creep. Margarine. Somebody should make him a "warning: sleazy" sign or something. So. Um. What'd you do to him, anyhow? *motions at the cattle prod thing* Isolde (happily):It's a teleporter. He's in ... a place... think Elephants. Dildos. Lemon Juice. Boy Bands. End-of-life Marlon Brando. Goth Poets. Fingernails on Chalkboards. lots of hot, pointy objects. Itching powder. Jane Austen. That sort of thing. Pez: that scream... was he experiencing all those things at once? Isolde: Oh, no. It's still a cattleprod, too, y'know. Pez: right. You're kinda cute. buy you a drink? Isolde: sure. (they link arms and EXIT STAGE RIGHT) (ENTER TRACE, STAGE LEFT) Trace: Heh. LOL. (From somewhere offscreen, CAT screams.) (END) |
dank smoky bar, H.Willism Sr "Ring of Fire" rolls on the juke box, two bar flys sit at the end talking about trucks, women and who is buyign the next beer. Pez, Isolde, sit in between from Mr and Mrs Patrick with a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels. Pez: So you two are married and have been for the last 3000 years. Mrs Patrick: Yes, we have the spice, spice is life. Isolde: (in awe) Noooooo Shit....... Pez: You got some of this spice? I mean some to share? We have never done it or anything like it. Isolde: Yeah what's it feel like? Patrick: Yes, yes we do (looking at Mrs Patrick as she nods a familiar nod), its back at our trai....err our house, which is actually a hologram of what you refer to as a house. We do not want to upset your people here. Mrs. Patrick: Yes there is a buzz involved, I should show you, its quite remarkable (laying a single finger on her wrist, moving it in a back and forth motion). It starts up here (taking the same finger and placing it on her temple and slowly rolls down here, going past her eyes....and continuing down) and continues all the way down...... (Looking at Pez, Isolde slowly forms a small grin) Pez (interrupting): Ok so what the hell are we doing here, this spice, sounds intriguing, and you both are kinda cute.... (Cheesy, twangy porn music over comes the jukebox and the four walk out into the bright sunlight outside the bar) |
Carry on with this. I'm getting intrigued. |
I want to wear a tight red frock that amazingly doesn't wrinkle as I kickbox and karate chop the bad guy. And why don't I get a love scene? Showbiz...phhttttt! |
Bastards. Cat I think we should make an independent film that will kick all arses. The drama of Once were warriors combined with the hilarity of Muriels Wedding or the Castle. |
i remember a couple of years ago i thought that underneath all my liking boys i was a lesbian. i still wonder that every once in a while. but i'm not. is it true that if you poke people in certain places they'll make different sounds? like the pillsbury doughboy? if someone pokes my nose, i think i'd start singing "don't worry be happy" whoooo whoo whoo whoo whoo whi whoodidooo whoodleoodle oodyoo oodioodiooooo.... |
and I know what you mean. I've oftened wondered if I'm gay, or at least bi. I've only had a few experiences with guys, and I didn't really come to any conclusions about whether I enjoyed it. and if you want more screenplay, write more damned screenplay. Do I look like I'm here to work? Besides, I'm new here and I hardly know any of you; you'd kick my ass if I accidentally wrote "MAVIS, a big strapping man of 45, waddles down the street" or something similarly idiotic. |
Oh and we gotta have a car chase. And we have to throw lots of tantrums during the shoot and demand strange things (like lemon daquiris using only fruit grown in the lesbian commune near me) because we can. And we can get Patrick to take the publicity shots because we can tell him to make us look pretty and flame him all over the boards if he doesn't. OK, I need to nap now. |
How did that "don't worry be happy" go again? was it "whooo whooo whoooo whoooo whi whioodidoo" or "whooo hoo hoo hooowhoohoohoowahooohoooohooo doododledodeeedooodeeedooo dooodleooooodooooo" ? How exactly do you pronounce "oodyoo"? |
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golliters. of all the nerve. I want a big sign on Jay's dressing room door consisting entirely of words with 'K's in them. I also want a dancing crew of midgets. And a daily bubble bath. An actual part would be nice, too. |
Now I can't go over there anymore. I walked in their door and it looked at me and started singing. I screamed like a woman and ran for my life. My friends were walking toward me like zomies droning, "Join us... Join us...." I think they were wearing clothes from the Gap. Here's a little song I wrote... You might want to sing it note for note, a-don't worry.... Be happy. |
that thing started going off, right before i got really dizzy and had to run out to the parking lot and remind myself to breathe and swallow..... it was THE FISH!!!!! |
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I don't think they have walgreens in NJ. ::immense sigh of releif:: |
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That is really old, dougie. |
intense stomach cramps and barfing out the window of your mom's van at 3 am doesn't mean a very pleasant day. i had to leave the all night party four hours early. and i was prepared to run out of the arena all through graduation. back to a pleasanter note: or maybe "feelin' groovy"? my contract demands that red meat eaters brush their teeth before they get within 20 feet of my precense. in addition: thirty one plastic cat clocks, a parrot named hortenuse and a warm chocolate syrup bath twice a day. |
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Sorry, chum. Also, our union dictates against working with anyone from New Jersey unless they specifically apologize and agree to work for nothing but sex and comic books. Alright, Jay, apparently we have to re-shoot the second scene, since we missed "the money shot." If you want to get some camera time, now's your chance. Oh, and Good News: we finally closed the deal on the soundtrack. Some guy named Bobby McFerrin, or something. |
My contract stipulates a large layout of scrumptious vegan food at all times, an on call massuer (or euse, I'm not fussy), a sauna with eucylyptus, and a permantently heated hot tub. Oh, and a medget sex slave would be nice. |
Oh. You remember the Bettie Page look-alike who was here? Damn. turns out she was from Jersey, too. DAMNdamn. quite easily the second hottest piece of ass this town has seen in ages. and if SHE worked for sex and comic books (and Mike's Hard Lemonade), I damn sure expect the rest of you to do the same. There are always more actors, after all. If I had a Wu-Clan name (check out http://www.recordstore.com/wuname/wuname.pl), it would totally be Porn Director Antithesis. |
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i'm getting a dirty mind. must be from that cosmo i bought this morning when i went for milk. |
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Ok, ok... I apologize, specifically. Now am I hired? I will DEFINITELY work for sex and comic books. Now how about some Spawn, Jay and Silent Bob, Clerks, and The Crow? Oh, and sex with who? Other cast members? (this could definitely be VERY fun...::licks lips::) |
yum. i just think chocolate syrup would be soooo tasty. |
Antithesis and Isolde, where are you two from again? Antithesis is so much like my friend Tommy that I'm actually a little creeped out. I can't explain that. I love Tommy, and you seem nice too, but you're like his twin. Half of me thinks you are him in desguise (sp), but that wouldn't be his style. what if there were two Gee's? What would the world be like then? can you imagian? |
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and i don't mean amphibian intercourse. |
and i don't mean amphibian intercourse. |
goddamnit. it's fucking out of the bag. you hear me? OUT OF THE FUCKINg BAG. someone, quick, get me accepted to MacDowell. |
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and i don't mean Inuktitut intercourse |
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My mom said, "Think Pink," but I blame genetics. And I'm not sure what happened to my Neuros. This is the second time, damnit. I was thinking British Columbia, but 6 months is a lot of money, and there's exchange to worry about. |
And, with my animal lovin' attitude, it has been brought to my attention, that there might be some frog-o-phile covert sexual activities going on around here. This must stop. What does a horney frog say? Rubbit, Rubbit |
further, sex with Neuros and I don't mean to slap your creamy center |
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