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tahaufren
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Gender: Female
Interests: LOTR series, my 2 awesomely cool grandmas, BUFFY, Angel, Firefly, Kindred. yeah, and i cant help the fact that i really love tuba. god im such a dork but thats ok, you know? :)...and the renouned Joss Whedon. ...How do you get to be renouned. do you have to be nouned first? SUPERNATURAL -- SAM AND DEAN.
Expertise: being spoon lady, screwing with people's minds...
and i think you werent burdened with an overabundance of schooling. so why dont we just ignore each other until we go away?
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Member Since:
1/10/2005
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| Okay, so the title isn't exactly what's going on in my room right now. To be fair, I'm actually listening to They Might Be Giants, which is definitely not dismal, nor emo. To be honest, what my theme music would be right now would just be a long, monotonous...sound.
Apathy takes over.
If I were a poet, I would poet some to you. But I'm not a poet, and I can't write any poetry, let alone try. The last time I tried, it was for a school project, and I think some babies were tortured and died. For every time that Tahaufren writes poetry, a baby dies. Should be one of those things. You know what I'm talking about. Like bell ringing and wing giving. Yeah. You know what I'm talking about.
I have Jolly Ranchers, but I ate all the cherry. Therefore, these Jolly Ranchers are completely pointless. Grape? Why bother.
*sigh*
*cues dismal music*
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I had him!
His throat was there beneath my hand.
No, I had him!
His throat was there and now he'll never come again.
Easy now, hush love hush
I keep telling you, Whats your rush?
When? Why did I wait?
You told me to wait -
Now he'll never come again.
There's a hole in the world like a great black pit
And it's filled with people who are filled with shit
And the vermin of the world inhabit it.
But not for long...
They all deserve to die.
Tell you why, Mrs. Lovett, tell you why.
Because in all of the whole human race
Mrs. Lovett, there are two kinds of men and only two
There's the one staying put in his proper place
And the one with his foot in the other one's face
Look at me, Mrs Lovett, look at you.
No, we all deserve to die
Tell you why, Mrs. Lovett, tell you why.
Because the lives of the wicked should be made brief
For the rest of us death will be a relief
We all deserve to die.
And I'll never see Johanna
No I'll never hug my girl to me - finished!
Alright! You sir, you sir, how about a shave?
Come and visit your good friend Sweeney.
You sir, too sir? Welcome to the grave.
I will have vengenance.
I will have salvation.
Who sir, you sir?
No ones in the chair, Come on! Come on!
Sweeney's. waiting. I want you bleeders.
You sir! Anybody!
Gentlemen now don't be shy!
Not one man, no, nor ten men.
Nor a hundred can assuage me.
I will have you!
And I will get him back even as he gloats
In the meantime I'll practice on less honorable throats.
And my Lucy lies in ashes
And I'll never see my girl again.
But the work waits!
I'm alive at last!
And I'm full of joy! | | |
| Sooo, the new Xanga beta shit is really FUCKING annoying. I got so lost and confused and scared there. Fuck this new xanga shit.
On a separate note...
You knuckleheaded, gibbon-humping, crotch-licking, rectal-sucking, zit-nibbling, cock-brained cockweasel! I hope you die! Seriously! You're stupid and you don't listen to anyone!
Skank
Whore
Ho
Douchebag
Bitch
Slut
Bastard
Jerk
Dolt
Moron
Numbnuts
Bitchtits
Asswipe
Jackass
Putz
Dipshit
Nappy Headed Ho
Butt Nugget
Cum Guzzler
Crotch Stain
Assbag
Ass Pirate
COCK JUGGLING THUNDER-CUNT!
Eh. What a putrid waste of a vagina you are, you humped-back, club-footed, lollipop lickin' loser. You couldn't get a date if you bought them dried in a tin, you under-medicated, rump-ruptured chronic self-abuser. You're the kind of greasy, giggling, girly bitch who buys STDs from a viral lab just to make it look like you get laid. You're damn right about being vomit-inducing fugly. You have a face that would give Freddie Kruger nightmares. How much would you change to haunt a house? You're a politically vacillating phony liberal fuck; too damn broadminded to take your own side in a debate. Calling you a pea brain would be an insult to peas, you jellyfish-sucking mental midget. If you turned sideways and stuck out your tongue, people would think you're a zipper, you emaciated fuck. I bet you have to take your salary to the bank because it's too small to go by itself, you pathetic whore. I love that jacket you're wearing. It's obvious you shop at only the finest garage sales. People like you are the reason cults exist. Do yourself and everyone else a favor, go and take a fatal overdose of your medication.
I see that you put extra time aside of practice to humiliate yourself.
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I've decided that my grandmother can't sing. I'd decided this a long time ago, but recently it's been getting to me worse and worse. And the time of year that I can't stand it the most?
Christmas time.
You know why?
Because she sings every version of every shitty Christmas song ever created. I'm talking Jingle Bell Rock, We Wish You A Merry Christmas, Rockin' Around The Christmas Tree, every bad song from Christmas that you hate, she will sing it. She's obscenely old (like Dumbledore) and she knows just about every Christmas song ever created.
Now, I bring this up because I'm listening to Agnus Dei (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HvT03pxhe58) and she just fuckin' BURSTS into song in the next room over.
Now, I really can't stand that. And this song doesn't turn up very loud. I wish it did, because then I could drown out her shitty ass singing. But no.
So my angelic, beautiful, heart-wrenching Agnus Dei was interrupted by Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas, sung by her. Now, don't get me wrong, I like that song, as far as Christmas Carols go. But her? No. In fact, the best song ever created gets flip flopped when she's around. Taaake....Mental Health, by Quiet Riot. That song was completely ruined by her, because she began 'singing' along with it one day. I wanted. To shoot. My fucking. Brains out. Or at least take a spoon and stab it in my ears a couple times.
Usually when she starts singing, I tell her to shut the FUCK up, but sometimes I just don't feel like dealing with it, or she'll sing anyway, louder, just to annoy me. Which, had it been my position, I probably would've done too. But see the difference is - I'm not a totally bad singer. I'm not the greatest, and I'm aware, but holy shit she is bad. Like...holy shit.
Bad.
Anyway.
Oh! Another thing? Her laugh! Her laugh makes me want to punch something. Sometimes she thinks something is so funny that she shrieks with laughter. Seriously. Not a figure of speech. She actually screeches. And it's horrible. It really is. Another thing that would theoretically make me cut myself if I was that stupid or that emo. Or both.
So all in all...I really don't think I can live with her after this year. Gotta move out. Josh will be getting a room mate, and I'll be either sleeping on the couch or sleeping in a double-wide with him, me and Laney all scootched in there.
Yup.
Definitely.
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| . Well seeing as Laney's headline on her site is the Hate Me song from Blue October, which I happen to love, bee tee dubs, I thought I'd do something as well...
Just a little bit...more.
A bit.
Just a bit.
Mostly because I've been obsessing over this song for a bit.
Or for the last 4 hours.
On repeat.
...Shut up it's a good song.
It's Paralyzer from Finger Eleven, and while I contemplated writing out the lyrics for it, or just going and copying and pasting, I realize that the lyrics...kinda blow.
But!
The song is uber win, and you should listen to it, so I present to you...a link.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y0Jc_7XdQ68
There. Enjoy. For I am your master...
I'm not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by you... :)
Oh, also, I second something -
Felix and Mildmay need to fuck and get it over with already. Jesus Christmas, wouldn't that just be an awesome thing? And the thing is, everyone who reads and enjoys that book is thinking the exact same thing, so Monette, stop being a whore, stop writing about all that history shit we don't care about, and go to them having sex before I strangle you with a guitar string.
Code Monkey get up get coffee
Code Monkey go to job.
Code Monkey have boring meeting
With boring manager Rob.
Isn't that just fucking every day in school eh? :)
Well...fucking every day in school...that's pretty much what the rutters do in their spare time in the hallways, amirite?
Eeew.
Bad mental pictures that I see every day.
Eeew.
GRUNDLEDORE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW
Oh God my brain hath been raped...
I have to go cry somewhere....
kthxbi...
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