Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Federated States of Micronesia
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DARLIN'!
Reading:street signs
Smoking:kool
I've been doing a lot of traveling.
Traveling in the literal sense. I haven't really gone anywhere special. I haven't done anything particularly exciting. I've just been on the road a whole lot. Which isn't to say that's a bad thing, it's just the fact of the matter.
I've been smoking a lot more lately.
In time I'll come to enjoy the fresh mountain air from forgotten Colorado. The sting of the salt standing on a marsh in North Carolina. Fish and oil from the harbors of and around Portland. But for now I've got the skin-cracking, finger-numbing cold dry air from the plains of West Texas. Maybe I could smell the faith if they didn't close up the giant Jesus in a glass box. So what do I do to remedy the nose bleeds and the cracked lips? Give my lungs something to fight for, that's what!
I've been rotting away lately.
Doing nothing is the most tiring job in the world (see my last job). I was fired, which is cool. I needed to be fired, in fact that's what I told my boss when she asked what I would do in her place. I was in this terrible what-the-fuck-am-I-doing-with-myself-here daze everyday I was there. I read mediocre magazines and relayed stupid shit from some of the meanest people in the country (although in their defense, 'their' being the hearing impaired, others were the most joyous people in the world). It was nothing new. I got to the point where I didn't even know what the fuck was going on in the conversation, I was just typing when appropriate. I think that's what you're supposed to do. Well, it bugged the hell out of me and then I got to the point where I was almost breaking that oh so important line of transparency. If I wouldn't have been fired for truancy, I would have been fired for appearing human.
I long to be human, recently.
Being upset about what I was upset with at my job made me realize that I, sure, can do any job that's available to me in the market with my amount of education, but that doesn't mean that it's not going to send me over the edge. I would have given myself another month there before cracking.
I'm a brother (again).
If you read this shit for Kate and hardly glance at the literary defecation of myself, then you already know that I have another sibling. A sister. The doctors are certain she has trisomy 21. This is a terrible thing. I think that I'm the first person in the family to admit that. This is a god damn terrible thing. She's such an easy child now, but what about later? In any case, the blood work hasn't come in yet and I am also the only person not trusting the doctors at this time.
I'm learning to hide again.
I can appear in public once more without fear of slips in mental behavior, if you will. Not to say that there are times that I have to save myself from an epileptic fit or shitting myself on an escalator (something that I would love to see other people do, though!), but I can bottle up any sort of mania and let it out little by little when my pockets get full. AND I HAVE A LOT OF POCKETS, GOD DAMMIT!
I suppose that's it.
myspace.com/arghathisia - check it out.
end transmission
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Now playing: Kraftwerk - La Forme
via FoxyTunes
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Reading:street signs
Smoking:kool
I've been doing a lot of traveling.
Traveling in the literal sense. I haven't really gone anywhere special. I haven't done anything particularly exciting. I've just been on the road a whole lot. Which isn't to say that's a bad thing, it's just the fact of the matter.
I've been smoking a lot more lately.
In time I'll come to enjoy the fresh mountain air from forgotten Colorado. The sting of the salt standing on a marsh in North Carolina. Fish and oil from the harbors of and around Portland. But for now I've got the skin-cracking, finger-numbing cold dry air from the plains of West Texas. Maybe I could smell the faith if they didn't close up the giant Jesus in a glass box. So what do I do to remedy the nose bleeds and the cracked lips? Give my lungs something to fight for, that's what!
I've been rotting away lately.
Doing nothing is the most tiring job in the world (see my last job). I was fired, which is cool. I needed to be fired, in fact that's what I told my boss when she asked what I would do in her place. I was in this terrible what-the-fuck-am-I-doing-with-myself-here daze everyday I was there. I read mediocre magazines and relayed stupid shit from some of the meanest people in the country (although in their defense, 'their' being the hearing impaired, others were the most joyous people in the world). It was nothing new. I got to the point where I didn't even know what the fuck was going on in the conversation, I was just typing when appropriate. I think that's what you're supposed to do. Well, it bugged the hell out of me and then I got to the point where I was almost breaking that oh so important line of transparency. If I wouldn't have been fired for truancy, I would have been fired for appearing human.
I long to be human, recently.
Being upset about what I was upset with at my job made me realize that I, sure, can do any job that's available to me in the market with my amount of education, but that doesn't mean that it's not going to send me over the edge. I would have given myself another month there before cracking.
I'm a brother (again).
If you read this shit for Kate and hardly glance at the literary defecation of myself, then you already know that I have another sibling. A sister. The doctors are certain she has trisomy 21. This is a terrible thing. I think that I'm the first person in the family to admit that. This is a god damn terrible thing. She's such an easy child now, but what about later? In any case, the blood work hasn't come in yet and I am also the only person not trusting the doctors at this time.
I'm learning to hide again.
I can appear in public once more without fear of slips in mental behavior, if you will. Not to say that there are times that I have to save myself from an epileptic fit or shitting myself on an escalator (something that I would love to see other people do, though!), but I can bottle up any sort of mania and let it out little by little when my pockets get full. AND I HAVE A LOT OF POCKETS, GOD DAMMIT!
I suppose that's it.
myspace.com/arghathisia - check it out.
end transmission
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Now playing: Kraftwerk - La Forme
via FoxyTunes
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Monday, December 10, 2007
D-D-Done!
That's right! I'm done with highschool. Finito. Completely finished, never have to touch the shit again. Yes, I plan on going to college; yes, I'm taking a senior trip, but that's getting too ahead of myself.
Instead of dwelling on the future, which makes me nervous, I'm going to share what I'm up to at the moment, which involves quite a few pictures. :D
First of all--and I'm sad that I don't have a picture for this one!--I have a new baby sister. :D Her name is Adia and I don't CARE if she's not biologically mine, she is a glowing star on MY horizon. She was born on December the fourth at five pounds, seven ounces or so, and she has been hospitalized since, but she's doing fine. :3
I'm knitting her a little cardigan! It will be v. cute :3 Here is what I have so far + a picture from the pattern of the finished product:
The image is really poor quality. xDD But you get the idea. And those are new needles! 8D Hurrah!
I have a few more pictures, but I'll post them later. They came out funny from Photoshop. xD But they're cuuute. :D
Yay! Updates~ :D
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Instead of dwelling on the future, which makes me nervous, I'm going to share what I'm up to at the moment, which involves quite a few pictures. :D
First of all--and I'm sad that I don't have a picture for this one!--I have a new baby sister. :D Her name is Adia and I don't CARE if she's not biologically mine, she is a glowing star on MY horizon. She was born on December the fourth at five pounds, seven ounces or so, and she has been hospitalized since, but she's doing fine. :3
I'm knitting her a little cardigan! It will be v. cute :3 Here is what I have so far + a picture from the pattern of the finished product:
The image is really poor quality. xDD But you get the idea. And those are new needles! 8D Hurrah!
I have a few more pictures, but I'll post them later. They came out funny from Photoshop. xD But they're cuuute. :D
Yay! Updates~ :D
See the rest...
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
*
This is a blog addressing all of those wonderful, wonderful friends I have out there who I have not had the time to speak to in so long. :3
To all of you; the old, the new, the kind, the patient, the creative, the inspirational, and the miraculous:
I apologize. Not in a sappy, OH MY GOD I'M SOOO SORRY *SOB*, way, but briefly and kindly. I do apologize. xD; I miss all of you immensely and I only wish there was more time in the day, more sleep in my SleepBank, and less for me to get done so I could spend more time doing the things I love: talking to my internet buddies and roleplaying my brains out.
Since I'm apologizing, it would do well for me to explain myself as well, wouldn't it? :P Being a highschool student, as I am, I do have that to take up all my days. It isn't much of an excuse, as being a student isn't anything new to me. xD But because I'm in an accelerated program, I'm actually DOING SHIT all day at school, and with as little sleep as I get already, this wears me the fuck out. xD Even when I do skip school, all I do is fucking SLEEP. :'D It's pathetic and ridiculous. xDD
Not only do I have school to keep me busy, but the infamous lameass bum, Ferret/Kate, has a JOB! A real job! I host kids' parties for hours at a time. Joy. xDD It's pretty fun, really. But demanding. Quite demanding. When I don't have work, I'm chilling the hell out. :'D And my usual days off are on the week days, when I'm sleeping to try not to wear myself out at school. I work almost all weekend EVERY weekend. No pity! I don't want it! I LOVE my job, but it does take up most free time I WOULD have.
Finally, I must say that any free time left in the small margin not taken by sleep and school and work is taken by my boyfriend. :3 Which is a godsend, really, as I don't know what I'd do without one of my best friends hanging out with me when I'm chilling out. I imagine I'd get pretty worn down if I didn't have him to cheer me up and distract me from whatever the fuck else is up. xD
So, you see, I'm awfully... well... I'm fucking living. o_o For the first time in a long time. xD It's no "excuse," but it's an explanation for you, my good friends. Now, would you like to hear some good news? :3 Duh you would!
The Ferret/Kate is ALMOST DONE WITH SCHOOL! Completely! Almost got her fucking highschool diploma~! And you know what that means? FREE FUCKING TIME!! I love all of you and I assure you that sooner, rather than later, you will see more of me again. :3 I am in the firm belief that when I don't have school to go to bed early for and wake up even earlier for, there will be much time for buttsex, joy, and friendship. 8D Ahh, so nice!
You know what all this busy-ness entails for me this month, though? ;-; No NaNoWriMo. I haven't been working on mine, which sucks 'cause I actually had an idea this year. xDDD Dammit! Maybe later. :3 When I have less life going on.
Thank you everyone who took the time to read this, and I hope you guys will welcome me back when I return. :P I miss you all bunches and if you look here, you may see updates now and then about things.
Love from the bottom of my heart,
Ferret/Kate
P.S. Wish Codie the best of luck and well wishes for his root canal on Monday the 19th! >_<
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To all of you; the old, the new, the kind, the patient, the creative, the inspirational, and the miraculous:
I apologize. Not in a sappy, OH MY GOD I'M SOOO SORRY *SOB*, way, but briefly and kindly. I do apologize. xD; I miss all of you immensely and I only wish there was more time in the day, more sleep in my SleepBank, and less for me to get done so I could spend more time doing the things I love: talking to my internet buddies and roleplaying my brains out.
Since I'm apologizing, it would do well for me to explain myself as well, wouldn't it? :P Being a highschool student, as I am, I do have that to take up all my days. It isn't much of an excuse, as being a student isn't anything new to me. xD But because I'm in an accelerated program, I'm actually DOING SHIT all day at school, and with as little sleep as I get already, this wears me the fuck out. xD Even when I do skip school, all I do is fucking SLEEP. :'D It's pathetic and ridiculous. xDD
Not only do I have school to keep me busy, but the infamous lameass bum, Ferret/Kate, has a JOB! A real job! I host kids' parties for hours at a time. Joy. xDD It's pretty fun, really. But demanding. Quite demanding. When I don't have work, I'm chilling the hell out. :'D And my usual days off are on the week days, when I'm sleeping to try not to wear myself out at school. I work almost all weekend EVERY weekend. No pity! I don't want it! I LOVE my job, but it does take up most free time I WOULD have.
Finally, I must say that any free time left in the small margin not taken by sleep and school and work is taken by my boyfriend. :3 Which is a godsend, really, as I don't know what I'd do without one of my best friends hanging out with me when I'm chilling out. I imagine I'd get pretty worn down if I didn't have him to cheer me up and distract me from whatever the fuck else is up. xD
So, you see, I'm awfully... well... I'm fucking living. o_o For the first time in a long time. xD It's no "excuse," but it's an explanation for you, my good friends. Now, would you like to hear some good news? :3 Duh you would!
The Ferret/Kate is ALMOST DONE WITH SCHOOL! Completely! Almost got her fucking highschool diploma~! And you know what that means? FREE FUCKING TIME!! I love all of you and I assure you that sooner, rather than later, you will see more of me again. :3 I am in the firm belief that when I don't have school to go to bed early for and wake up even earlier for, there will be much time for buttsex, joy, and friendship. 8D Ahh, so nice!
You know what all this busy-ness entails for me this month, though? ;-; No NaNoWriMo. I haven't been working on mine, which sucks 'cause I actually had an idea this year. xDDD Dammit! Maybe later. :3 When I have less life going on.
Thank you everyone who took the time to read this, and I hope you guys will welcome me back when I return. :P I miss you all bunches and if you look here, you may see updates now and then about things.
Love from the bottom of my heart,
Ferret/Kate
P.S. Wish Codie the best of luck and well wishes for his root canal on Monday the 19th! >_<
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Friday, November 2, 2007
How Not To Fuck Up - A Practical Guide From a Once Runaway
My nano for this year will be housed here.
I'll put some teasers here.
[two parts are already up]
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I'll put some teasers here.
[two parts are already up]
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click.click.click
I love knitting. Have I mentioned? I'm a fucking knitting fanatic. To the point that it gets me in trouble. :P
But my adoration for knitting is not the actual subject of this post. My Philosophy of Knitting is. Okay, perhaps a misleading title; it's not a philosophy OF knitting, it's a philosophy ABOUT knitting. Er... pertaining to knitting... uh...
ANYWAY, I realized something about life, the universe, and everything WHILE knitting, okay? So, yes. Philosophy of Knitting.
Knitting is the most positive example of "the end justifies the means" ever. Really. Usually, this idiom is used in context of some horrific tactic used by--cough--SOME PEOPLE, in order to get peace (or submission). But with knitting, this idiom rings true. Why else would all us knitters hunker down and squint at fuzzy, sparkly, string-width yarn to create something as frivolous as a scarf, hat, socks, or some atypical whimsy that we could just as easily buy at a store?! Really!
But why do it? Why do anything? Why not take the easiest route possible? The least painful? The most time-efficient? Why? Why end up frustrated with a tangle of yarn around every limb possible, a mess on your needles, and a headache just to make a damn tea cosy? I literally spent an hour and a half wrestling with some fuzzy, thin yarn just to find out that the pattern I designed (which took another half hour) wasn't going to work on the damn yarn. (And now that I think about it? I'm just going to make the pattern bigger and TRY AGAIN! MASOCHISM, I'M TELLING YOU!)
It's the journey that makes the whole experience worth it. And I don't mean the fucking drive to Wal-Mart to buy your groceries and a new damn scarf.
The hard work and effort put into something makes the whole thing worth it. ...I feel like I'm talking too broadly now. But I think I've made my point?
If not, here it is: knitting is fun because you have a new item that you spent YOUR time and YOUR effort to make. Life is enjoyable because eventually you are able to sit back and see what you have arranged for yourself after all you've put into it.
You cannot just sit back and expect life to go on autopilot while you eat your just desserts. You have to put in effort and commitment and... oh, shit, I sound like a counselor. Damnit. Well, I suppose this is my cue to stop writing about life, the universe, and everything, and get back to those damn needles!
--EDIT: Fuck! I didn't even say what I wanted to. I suck at writing about anything but sex. :P
Can I pick up again? HAHA, YES I CAN 'CAUSE I KNOW HOW TO PICK UP STITCHES TO KEEP KNITTING ON THE HEM OF A PIECE!
Not only does knitting require much scrutiny, but it also requires a hell of a lot of patience. I don't know if YOU'VE ever tried to knit something, but when a sweater calls for you to cast on 200-something stitches, you know you're in for trouble. Do you know how tedious it is to count 200 fucking stitches over and over and over and fucking over again? REALLY fucking tedious, okay?
Have you ever knit the entire front of a sweater in one sitting? I DIDN'T FUCKING THINK SO. BECAUSE IT'S FUCKING BORING. Usually. There are exceptions, but goddamn. Stockinette stitch for 400 rows? Exaggeration, but you get the point.
It is this saint-like patience that is also vital in life. It may be fucking boring as hell, but if you really want that adorable cotton halter top with the twist in the top half and the back details, you know you're going to have to do a lot of reading and rereading and re-rereading and knitting, and frogging, and knitting, and frogging, and counting those 200-something stitches for the 200th time because you KNOW that soon you'll be getting to the bit that isn't telling you to boil your needles to bend them into a ninety-degree angle or knit with your circulars in an ACTUAL CIRCLE and to the part where you get to practice your lace and do something other than stockinette stitch in a variety of difficult positions before you finally put it away and don't finish it for another six months. Er--that's knitting; but life... well, you all really know how life is. I've just bored you with some knitting frustrations. :P
That was an important point I wanted to make. Now, I really am going to go back to procrastinating on my NaNo--er, um... knitting. Yeah, knitting. (Also, not working on what I should be/want to. >_> Fuck tedious knitting. I want some ANGRY KNITTING! MAD KNITTING! GRAWR!)
See the rest...
But my adoration for knitting is not the actual subject of this post. My Philosophy of Knitting is. Okay, perhaps a misleading title; it's not a philosophy OF knitting, it's a philosophy ABOUT knitting. Er... pertaining to knitting... uh...
ANYWAY, I realized something about life, the universe, and everything WHILE knitting, okay? So, yes. Philosophy of Knitting.
Knitting is the most positive example of "the end justifies the means" ever. Really. Usually, this idiom is used in context of some horrific tactic used by--cough--SOME PEOPLE, in order to get peace (or submission). But with knitting, this idiom rings true. Why else would all us knitters hunker down and squint at fuzzy, sparkly, string-width yarn to create something as frivolous as a scarf, hat, socks, or some atypical whimsy that we could just as easily buy at a store?! Really!
But why do it? Why do anything? Why not take the easiest route possible? The least painful? The most time-efficient? Why? Why end up frustrated with a tangle of yarn around every limb possible, a mess on your needles, and a headache just to make a damn tea cosy? I literally spent an hour and a half wrestling with some fuzzy, thin yarn just to find out that the pattern I designed (which took another half hour) wasn't going to work on the damn yarn. (And now that I think about it? I'm just going to make the pattern bigger and TRY AGAIN! MASOCHISM, I'M TELLING YOU!)
It's the journey that makes the whole experience worth it. And I don't mean the fucking drive to Wal-Mart to buy your groceries and a new damn scarf.
The hard work and effort put into something makes the whole thing worth it. ...I feel like I'm talking too broadly now. But I think I've made my point?
If not, here it is: knitting is fun because you have a new item that you spent YOUR time and YOUR effort to make. Life is enjoyable because eventually you are able to sit back and see what you have arranged for yourself after all you've put into it.
You cannot just sit back and expect life to go on autopilot while you eat your just desserts. You have to put in effort and commitment and... oh, shit, I sound like a counselor. Damnit. Well, I suppose this is my cue to stop writing about life, the universe, and everything, and get back to those damn needles!
--EDIT: Fuck! I didn't even say what I wanted to. I suck at writing about anything but sex. :P
Can I pick up again? HAHA, YES I CAN 'CAUSE I KNOW HOW TO PICK UP STITCHES TO KEEP KNITTING ON THE HEM OF A PIECE!
Not only does knitting require much scrutiny, but it also requires a hell of a lot of patience. I don't know if YOU'VE ever tried to knit something, but when a sweater calls for you to cast on 200-something stitches, you know you're in for trouble. Do you know how tedious it is to count 200 fucking stitches over and over and over and fucking over again? REALLY fucking tedious, okay?
Have you ever knit the entire front of a sweater in one sitting? I DIDN'T FUCKING THINK SO. BECAUSE IT'S FUCKING BORING. Usually. There are exceptions, but goddamn. Stockinette stitch for 400 rows? Exaggeration, but you get the point.
It is this saint-like patience that is also vital in life. It may be fucking boring as hell, but if you really want that adorable cotton halter top with the twist in the top half and the back details, you know you're going to have to do a lot of reading and rereading and re-rereading and knitting, and frogging, and knitting, and frogging, and counting those 200-something stitches for the 200th time because you KNOW that soon you'll be getting to the bit that isn't telling you to boil your needles to bend them into a ninety-degree angle or knit with your circulars in an ACTUAL CIRCLE and to the part where you get to practice your lace and do something other than stockinette stitch in a variety of difficult positions before you finally put it away and don't finish it for another six months. Er--that's knitting; but life... well, you all really know how life is. I've just bored you with some knitting frustrations. :P
That was an important point I wanted to make. Now, I really am going to go back to procrastinating on my NaNo--er, um... knitting. Yeah, knitting. (Also, not working on what I should be/want to. >_> Fuck tedious knitting. I want some ANGRY KNITTING! MAD KNITTING! GRAWR!)
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Wednesday, September 12, 2007
CSD Relay
I work there now. I make relay calls to and from deaf and the hard of hearing (to put it bluntly).
I called Kate to confirm my understanding that we have to respond to everything:
(12:31:41 AM) Codie: call
(12:31:42 AM) My IP Relay: . Please hold for the next available operator.
(12:31:42 AM) My IP Relay: PLS ENTER THE NBR U WANT TO DIAL GA
(12:31:52 AM) Codie: xxxxxxxxxx [phone blocked for duh privacy] ga
(12:32:01 AM) My IP Relay: IP RELAY RO 7080M DIALING 806 577 3315 PLS HD
(12:32:07 AM) My IP Relay: RING 1 2
(12:32:19 AM) My IP Relay: (F) hello QQ
(12:32:25 AM) My IP Relay: GA
(12:32:27 AM) Codie: Hey kate!
(12:32:36 AM) Codie: ga
(12:32:42 AM) Codie: (sorry, agent)
(12:32:48 AM) My IP Relay: hey cody GA
(12:33:04 AM) Codie: Hey, dude, I just found out something amazing, do you want to hear it?! ga
(12:33:18 AM) My IP Relay: sure (sounds excited)
(12:33:24 AM) My IP Relay: GA
(12:33:43 AM) Codie: Dude!! You can still lynch niggers in Alaska! Let's move to alaska!!
(12:33:44 AM) Codie: ga
(12:34:06 AM) My IP Relay: (sounds like laughing
(12:34:12 AM) My IP Relay: ) oh my god
(12:34:14 AM) My IP Relay: really QQ GA
(12:34:35 AM) Codie: Dude, don't laugh, I'm totally serious. I am moving there and killing your father's slaves.
(12:34:36 AM) Codie: ga
(12:34:55 AM) My IP Relay: i know ur serious just u know it s kind
(12:35:00 AM) My IP Relay: of a big move u know QQ GA
(12:35:40 AM) Codie: Do I know this Q I mean (sigh) I need you to go with me I can't kill niggers without you, will you go Q ga
(12:36:00 AM) My IP Relay: i don t
(12:36:04 AM) My IP Relay: know i don t know if i cld move to
(12:36:10 AM) My IP Relay: alaska with u (sounds calm) g xxx GA
(12:36:48 AM) Codie: God! You're such a fucking bitch! I hate it when you do this to me! It's like the time you licked all the chocolate from my nipples, but refused to suck me off afterwords. I hate you so much.
(12:36:49 AM) Codie: ga
(12:37:22 AM) My IP Relay: i hate when u talk
(12:37:27 AM) My IP Relay: to me like this i can t take this
(12:37:28 AM) My IP Relay: (sounds upset) GA
(12:37:45 AM) Codie: DON'T YOU GET UPSET WITH ME, YOU CUNT LICKER! DONKEY FUCKING BALLS!
(12:37:46 AM) Codie: ga
(12:37:58 AM) My IP Relay: do
(12:38:03 AM) My IP Relay: xxx don t cuss at me like that i
(12:38:09 AM) My IP Relay: hat xxx hate it when u use
(12:38:15 AM) My IP Relay: language like that
(12:38:21 AM) My IP Relay: GA
(12:39:09 AM) Codie: OK baby, well I'll call you later and I won't forget your clit the next time I stick it in. I know how much you like it when I have my throbbing penis in your snatch while rhythmically stroking your clit with my pinky toe. Talk to you later
(12:39:10 AM) Codie: ga
(12:39:18 AM) Codie: gask
(12:39:38 AM) Codie: sksk
(12:39:39 AM) My IP Relay: u know i love it
(12:39:43 AM) My IP Relay: when u talk to me like that i guess i ll
(12:39:49 AM) My IP Relay: forgive u for it this time
(12:39:52 AM) My IP Relay: (HUNG UP ANOTHER CALL QQ) GA
00:40
(12:40:41 AM) My IP Relay: (HUNG UP ANOTHER CALL QQ) GA
(12:40:50 AM) My IP Relay: (opr here without a response i will have to
(12:40:52 AM) My IP Relay: DISCONNECT) GA SK
(12:40:58 AM) My IP Relay: THK U IP RELAY RO 7080M BYE SKSK
(12:41:01 AM) Codie: (relay bye)
(12:41:01 AM) Codie: sksk
(12:41:02 AM) My IP Relay:
Your call has been disconnected, to place another call type CALL. Thank you for using IP-Relay.
Oh shit this is going to be awesome.
end transmission
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I called Kate to confirm my understanding that we have to respond to everything:
(12:31:41 AM) Codie: call
(12:31:42 AM) My IP Relay: . Please hold for the next available operator.
(12:31:42 AM) My IP Relay: PLS ENTER THE NBR U WANT TO DIAL GA
(12:31:52 AM) Codie: xxxxxxxxxx [phone blocked for duh privacy] ga
(12:32:01 AM) My IP Relay: IP RELAY RO 7080M DIALING 806 577 3315 PLS HD
(12:32:07 AM) My IP Relay: RING 1 2
(12:32:19 AM) My IP Relay: (F) hello QQ
(12:32:25 AM) My IP Relay: GA
(12:32:27 AM) Codie: Hey kate!
(12:32:36 AM) Codie: ga
(12:32:42 AM) Codie: (sorry, agent)
(12:32:48 AM) My IP Relay: hey cody GA
(12:33:04 AM) Codie: Hey, dude, I just found out something amazing, do you want to hear it?! ga
(12:33:18 AM) My IP Relay: sure (sounds excited)
(12:33:24 AM) My IP Relay: GA
(12:33:43 AM) Codie: Dude!! You can still lynch niggers in Alaska! Let's move to alaska!!
(12:33:44 AM) Codie: ga
(12:34:06 AM) My IP Relay: (sounds like laughing
(12:34:12 AM) My IP Relay: ) oh my god
(12:34:14 AM) My IP Relay: really QQ GA
(12:34:35 AM) Codie: Dude, don't laugh, I'm totally serious. I am moving there and killing your father's slaves.
(12:34:36 AM) Codie: ga
(12:34:55 AM) My IP Relay: i know ur serious just u know it s kind
(12:35:00 AM) My IP Relay: of a big move u know QQ GA
(12:35:40 AM) Codie: Do I know this Q I mean (sigh) I need you to go with me I can't kill niggers without you, will you go Q ga
(12:36:00 AM) My IP Relay: i don t
(12:36:04 AM) My IP Relay: know i don t know if i cld move to
(12:36:10 AM) My IP Relay: alaska with u (sounds calm) g xxx GA
(12:36:48 AM) Codie: God! You're such a fucking bitch! I hate it when you do this to me! It's like the time you licked all the chocolate from my nipples, but refused to suck me off afterwords. I hate you so much.
(12:36:49 AM) Codie: ga
(12:37:22 AM) My IP Relay: i hate when u talk
(12:37:27 AM) My IP Relay: to me like this i can t take this
(12:37:28 AM) My IP Relay: (sounds upset) GA
(12:37:45 AM) Codie: DON'T YOU GET UPSET WITH ME, YOU CUNT LICKER! DONKEY FUCKING BALLS!
(12:37:46 AM) Codie: ga
(12:37:58 AM) My IP Relay: do
(12:38:03 AM) My IP Relay: xxx don t cuss at me like that i
(12:38:09 AM) My IP Relay: hat xxx hate it when u use
(12:38:15 AM) My IP Relay: language like that
(12:38:21 AM) My IP Relay: GA
(12:39:09 AM) Codie: OK baby, well I'll call you later and I won't forget your clit the next time I stick it in. I know how much you like it when I have my throbbing penis in your snatch while rhythmically stroking your clit with my pinky toe. Talk to you later
(12:39:10 AM) Codie: ga
(12:39:18 AM) Codie: gask
(12:39:38 AM) Codie: sksk
(12:39:39 AM) My IP Relay: u know i love it
(12:39:43 AM) My IP Relay: when u talk to me like that i guess i ll
(12:39:49 AM) My IP Relay: forgive u for it this time
(12:39:52 AM) My IP Relay: (HUNG UP ANOTHER CALL QQ) GA
00:40
(12:40:41 AM) My IP Relay: (HUNG UP ANOTHER CALL QQ) GA
(12:40:50 AM) My IP Relay: (opr here without a response i will have to
(12:40:52 AM) My IP Relay: DISCONNECT) GA SK
(12:40:58 AM) My IP Relay: THK U IP RELAY RO 7080M BYE SKSK
(12:41:01 AM) Codie: (relay bye)
(12:41:01 AM) Codie: sksk
(12:41:02 AM) My IP Relay:
Your call has been disconnected, to place another call type CALL. Thank you for using IP-Relay.
Oh shit this is going to be awesome.
end transmission
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Thursday, August 30, 2007
Animefest 2007 mix cd tracklist
Hi! If I gave you a CD, then I hope you're enjoying it! Have fun at the convention, or if this is after it, hope you had a decent or great time!
Here's the tracklist. There are three projects, 5 songs each, all my stuff:
FIRST FIVE: Akathisia
Sensory Phenomena
What's Treating it is What's Causing the Mania
Risperdal
I Weigh Nothing at the Center of the Earth
I Came Out of a Low
SECOND FIVE: Zutto Māori
Seldom Omits Beautiful Characteristics
They Say I'm Quite The Dapper Dandelion
siGNal
Love Is Never Finite (Or A Look At Goodness and Worthlessness)
My Sudden Change of Plans
THIRD FIVE: Abracadaver!!
The Sound It Makes When It Hits the Pavement
Forcing a Smile Shouldn't Be This Hard/We Found Your Crazy Hobo Talent
All Literary Giants Agree (Motive is Irrelevant)
Beat Meat to It
Knife Slash Life
Hope you enjoyed : )
Drop me a line at arghcodie@gmail.com if you have any questions, or didn't get a copy and want one.
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Here's the tracklist. There are three projects, 5 songs each, all my stuff:
FIRST FIVE: Akathisia
Sensory Phenomena
What's Treating it is What's Causing the Mania
Risperdal
I Weigh Nothing at the Center of the Earth
I Came Out of a Low
SECOND FIVE: Zutto Māori
Seldom Omits Beautiful Characteristics
They Say I'm Quite The Dapper Dandelion
siGNal
Love Is Never Finite (Or A Look At Goodness and Worthlessness)
My Sudden Change of Plans
THIRD FIVE: Abracadaver!!
The Sound It Makes When It Hits the Pavement
Forcing a Smile Shouldn't Be This Hard/We Found Your Crazy Hobo Talent
All Literary Giants Agree (Motive is Irrelevant)
Beat Meat to It
Knife Slash Life
Hope you enjoyed : )
Drop me a line at arghcodie@gmail.com if you have any questions, or didn't get a copy and want one.
See the rest...
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