pitas


but feeling damn good!!

my site:
nothend

ICQ:
22702916

e-mail:
jwp
evolve

them:
a winning cake
damn the muse
only sleeping
so impure
technorgami
trinity kneels

websites:
orange lipstick
this hidden desire
written in ashes
when angels weep

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Saturday, December 8, 2001 12:40 a.m.

I was recently talking to an old friend, not that she was old... just knew her for a long time... anyway. Man, have you guys noticed that I'm one of the few people who can ramble when writing? I mean, I have a simple thing I want to say, and it becomes a long story.

Anyway, what I was trying to say was that I think I created a new word. Can't say how many people feel this way, but being the 36-year-old weirdo I am, it's no wonder I come up with thoughts like this. So, I was talking about how I think of myself as bisexual, when it dawned on me that I still had not had sex with a woman... so... I'm bisexual... (although since I've yet to have real sex with a woman, I guess you'd have to say I'm bimental.)

I'm this guy who fantasizes about them everystep of my day. I could be standing in the grocery line and glance to my left when I see her, the woman of today's fantasy... I'm kneeling before her, teasing her with my tongue... (oh, I forget that young children read these...) anyway, now that I write that, I think I'm like every red blooded heterosexual man... maybe it's just men... are we the only pigs out there who fantasize about that woman who bends over to pick up the magazine that slipped from the rack?

And yet, I find myself fantasizing about her husband as he plunks another slab of ribs on the counter. Oh, a menage au trois on the table, after a hearty meal of bbq ribs... Fuck, I have so got to get out of this town, and into a real life where I can actually do someone.

Ok, I'm off to bed for 15 mins of sleep before I do the little boy job... I know what some of you were thinking, I don't go that route.


Tuesday, December 4, 2001 12:45 a.m.

oh, I did it... and how apropo... I'm such a fuckin kid.

10% - 20% (Angsty Teenager)

The beginning.
All good DeathKiddies start off as angsty teenagers.
From here, you can only go down. And down. And down.
If you think you're pissed off now, wait until you get to highschool.

Take the DeathKiddy Test!


Tuesday, December 4, 2001 12:21 a.m.

Oh how much do I hate AOL? Let me count the ways, ok, since I know you all hate it as much as I do, I wont bother you with the count.

I'm not sure if ya'll know this, but I havent had my regular computer for a few weeks, so I've not been able to play my games (is it me or do I sound like your grandmother when she says it's been hard with the TV out, not bein able to view my soaps) So, I dug through my closet and found just the right game to slake my thirst. Civilization 2, just me wandering the world discovering things, I always love being a Celt and discovering the Hanging Gardens or The Great Wall. Alas, I played for three hours and now I'll have no sleep before my little boy job.

Which by the way, I just started getting my tips from. We send out little holiday cards in the papers with our address in them, just got the first two and made an extra $25 bucks... should be nice if even only half of my route sends me something, since I throw about 200 papers.

Oi what a sad little man I have become. But, we all know that is about to change. 9 days and counting, woot.

I noticed that people have been doing the little survey things with the cool graphics, but sans ftp on this computer, I'm stuck with just telling you who I am. If I were a criminal, I'd be Imelda Marcos... If I were a character from Lord of the Rings, I'd be Frodo.. which is nice, because that little sam is a hottie... (oh, how is it that I can discover sexuality in even the simplest stories, dont even get me started on what I thought were the underlying themes of Harry Potter)

And finally, you have to take my survey and tell me what your hillbilly name is. My name is Bubba Ray Winchester but everyone calls me Tiny.


Wednesday, November 28, 2001 11:39 a.m.

I gotta tell you it's a bitch not having anything on this computer. I'm on my pop's and it's filled with a bunch of stuff, but nothing I can use. ARGH... I'm dying without a ftp program.

I've found myself sleeping till like 2 in the afternoon, because I think if I'm sleeping then the time will go by faster, and then any day I'll be on a plane to NJ. I have so much packing to do, and I dont even know if I should really take anything with me, I mean the california WARM clothes I have, really arent that warm. Like I was telling Yas in her pitas, it's 51 here and everyone is talking about the big freeze. I know I havent lived until I can say what freeze is.

I think Im just really excited about there possibly being snow on Christmas, of seeing leaves change color, of knowing the difference in a season. da-deda-deda

I was all prepared to change the look of this lovely place when I realized I was not on my trusty computer, but this old thing. And, without my proper email, I've resorted to joeypetty@aol.com I mean how old am I?

I think the most cool thing about moving to NJ, is that I'll be so much closer to my friends online... well, except Kelea whos in another fricken country... but, still. and, even if we dont talk as much as we use to, I'll be in the same time zone with a better chance of connecting. Plus, who's to say I might not slip off to PA, FLA, NC, OH, NO, NY or even back to TX or Hawaii... hell, couldnt remember the abreviation for that place.

ok, I'm getting cold, my toesies are shivering and I need to put another load of laundry in and pack another box.