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mike pumpkinhead (Darwin)
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[21 Aug 2006|10:03pm] |
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On behalf of Evan:
Glen Coppersmith Survey:
1) Have you had sex with your best friends girl?
2) Were they dating for six years?
3) Did you purposely pump your best friend for information to sabotage his relationship with?
4) Did you promise your best friend that you would never do anything with his girl when he asked you?
5) Did you start a relationship with his girl while your sucker best friend was trying to repair his relationship thinking he could work it out?
6) Do you secretly think your better than anyone until you realize youre a failure compared to your best friend and decide to take his girl to make yourself feel better?
7) Are you two faced?
8) Have you ever hit a girl?
9) Are you willing to screw up a 10 year friendship and a six year relationship to be with your best friends girl?
10) Has any girl ever accused you of rape?
Bonus Question:
Are you a scum bag douche who should start watching his back?
If you score one point I can probably work at being friends with you
From 2-5 you are a real bastard who needs to learn how to respect people you care about
From 6-11 you are a Glen Coppersmith do the world a favor and blow your fucking brains out.
If you consider me to be a good friend, then you know that I generally don't bring up personal buisness in public, however, in this circumstance I ask you to please repost this, I feel that the myspace world deserves to know who Glen truly is. Hell, you don't even have to answer the questions if you don't want to.
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[03 Jul 2006|01:19am] |
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[13 Jun 2006|07:39pm] |
Senator
You scored 75%! |
Ah, a senator! You are a member of the ruling class in Roman society.
Using your exceptional Latin skills you debate policy and vote in the
interests of the people on important matters of state. You are a
powerful individual, and your words catch the ear of the upper-class as
well as your peers in the senate. Like all senators, you are ambitious.
Hence, being a mere senator is not enough for you... | | |
My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender: | You scored higher than 39% on Knowledge |
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| Christine Ellis... |
[19 Apr 2006|11:22pm] |
I love you. You're the second-lovliest girl in the world.
Peep my icon, bitches. It rules.
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[30 Mar 2006|06:57pm] |
| You are 52% geek |  </td><td valign="top">You are a geek. Good for you! Considering the endless complexity of the universe, as well as whatever discipline you happen to be most interested in, you'll never be bored as long as you have a good book store, a net connection, and thousands of dollars worth of expensive equipment. Assuming you're a technical geek, you'll be able to afford it, too. If you're not a technical geek, you're geek enough to mate with a technical geek and thereby get the needed dough. Dating tip: Don't date a geek of the same persuasion as you. You'll constantly try to out-geek the other.</td></tr>
Take the Polygeek Quiz at Thudfactor.com
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[10 Feb 2006|04:21pm] |
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birthday!
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| crisis averted |
[23 Jan 2006|06:25pm] |
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clever ninjitsu has prevented ConEd from charging me an additional 1,200 dollars for the bill from the old house in greeburgh. Whew. That was a two hour heart attack i didn't need. Onward, onward.
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| There is one |
[13 Jan 2006|01:31am] |
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And she says to me, on odd occasion, "you do not update your livejournal enough." Perhaps this is true. And recently, this girl, she asks me to write her an email, to make her feel better. And i am so caught up in trying to describe her wonderfulosity, that it takes me too long to write this email. And today, we have a fight that is full of irony and sadness and 'grr', on both ends, and to try and make her feel better, i go to finish the email. Then i throw it away, and i think to myself "i will proclaim to the whole world- provided the world consists solely of people that read my livejournal- how wonderful this jenny person is, and she will either utterly hate that i made it public, or she will find it sweet and feel slightly better." And thus, balls perched precariously on the edge of making a stupid decision, i have the following to say.
(stop reading now if you don't want to hear it. pigfucker.)
Never, in my life, have i cared about someone enough to fight with them this damn much. And that, strangely enough, is what it comes down to. I want everything to work. I want everything to be wonderful. That's why i can never let anything go. it's not about being right (most of the time), it's about it being good. That's why i don't think it's acceptable when either of us is unhappy. That's why i push for resolution, and talk talk talk talk talk. I want you to be as happy as life will let you, for every single moment you're awake. I want you to sigh contendly as you go to sleep, because your existence is just so damn nice. I want us, the colloquial relationship we share, to be something that brings you nothing but pure joy. But that's not how life works. So sometimes, when i try, i make you angry, or sad. And i'm sorry for that. I'm working on smoothing it out. But even when it's about me, it's about us, baby. That's how i look at it. (obviously, not ALL the time, but the vast majority.) I will accept nothing less from myself than everything this relationship can be. So, for every time i've ever made you anything other than deliriously happy, i'm sorry. I can't always avoid it. But i can, and do, always wish it could've gone differently. Always. Even when i am totally convinced i'm right, and that i did the right thing, i kick myself for days afterwards for not finding a way to make it go better, smoother, to have happen what had to happen without you being even the slightest bit upset. I know i don't always show it, baby, but i treasure you, and every moment i have with you. I would rather spend an eternity bickering with you in a pink, sunny room full of froof than even ten minutes with another woman. I love you, Jennifer Bustance. As best i can, and getting bester by the day. I'm sorry you're not as happy as i wish you could be. But i'll do whatever i can do bring you closer.
--Michael F. Owen
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| quote of the day |
[04 Jan 2006|08:57pm] |
QueenCimmy: i like to think I'm what would happen if Jessica and Roger Rabbit had babies.
it's funny 'cause it's true, kids.
Also, steph is a bloody genius.
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| and life marches on |
[04 Jan 2006|06:41pm] |
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moved to my parents house. new season of bsg in two days. everything else...it would be insulting to post it to livejournal.
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| to my baby and my friends |
[25 Dec 2005|12:19am] |
It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won't see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you
Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling
This year's for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true
They've got cars big as bars
They've got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It's no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me
You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging,
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day
You're a bum
You're a punk
You're an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it's our last
I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you
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[16 Dec 2005|12:22pm] |
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Interweb is still down at my house. so is phone. plus drama (thankfully not directly involving me, but still, ugh.) Ironically, every issue in my home is currently one of communication. Hopefully all will be resolved by end of weekend. Or i kill something.
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| god, i love johnny cash |
[03 Dec 2005|01:18pm] |
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Father
It's not time to make a change,
Just relax, take it easy.
You're still young, that's your fault,
There's so much you have to know.
Find a girl, settle down,
If you want you can marry.
Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy.
I was once like you are now, and I know that it's not easy,
To be calm when you've found something going on.
But take your time, think a lot,
Why, think of everything you've got.
For you will still be here tomorrow, but your dreams may not.
Son
How can I try to explain, when I do he turns away again.
It's always been the same, same old story.
From the moment I could talk I was ordered to listen.
Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away.
I know I have to go.
Father
It's not time to make a change,
Just sit down, take it slowly.
You're still young, that's your fault,
There's so much you have to go through.
Find a girl, settle down,
if you want you can marry.
Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy.
Son
All the times that I cried, keeping all the things I knew inside,
It's hard, but it's harder to ignore it.
If they were right, I'd agree, but it's them you know not me.
Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away.
I know I have to go.
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[28 Nov 2005|09:46am] |
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Home from Michigan.
Redeye at 6am.
Haven't slept.
Office is full of crap.
Irritated.
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| this is way too fun |
[11 Nov 2005|12:26pm] |
Or, according to Carly,
And you're all invited to do the same. Whee.
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