> Pansy Division - Fuck Buddy
> Chemical Brothers - Let Forever Be
I’m realizing that I really need to get back into recreational writing. I wonder what my fantasy character would be. I’m thinking of like a cross between Indiana Jones and Acid Burn (from Hackers). It would be kind of like the Communist formula for a book, one character’s struggle against the world. I’m reading this one guy’s weblog and it’s so dope.
http://weblogs.hcrhs.k12.nj.us/dh135/
Taggart is banal. I could program his “personality” onto a computer.
dariusofthedark: what do you write?
OutOfNiflheim: fiction
OutOfNiflheim: idk
OutOfNiflheim: i’ve done a couple screen plays and i’ve done over 50 monolauges
What, exactly, is a monolauge? I know what a monolog is… Sad. He thinks it’s hard to have a unique writing style. Maybe if you can’t write it’s hard. My pearls of wisdom are being wasted on this imbecile. I wonder what pants I’ll wear tomorrow. I need to make myself some cool pants.
OutOfNiflheim: i just hate it when i write and i see kurt, or hurbert, or bradbury, or chuck in my writing
OutOfNiflheim: idk
OutOfNiflheim: its dificult
Maybe if you’re inept. I want to sing my little “ineptitude” song that I sing to my mom when she does something daft. But I can’t, it’s the Internet. LOL he just used the word “storeys.” Classic. I’m so much smarter than him. God, I can only hope. Lol, I just insulted him, he hasn’t replied. Woot! My bloglines notifier just notified me of my last three posts. I must take my own blog off of it’s list.
OutOfNiflheim: i’ll just write an autobiography so i know at least my friends and relitives will buy it to see what i wrote about them
dariusofthedark: I have a feeling that that would be incredibly boring
Here is a pretend exerpt from Taggart’s autobiography:
“Fucked this one chick today..masturbated…masturbated again…screwd this other chick…masturbated again…masturbated again…masturbated again…”
LOL. I amuse myself entirely too much. Woot, I took myself off my bloglines notifier. Cool, Taggart is going to ARC (American River College, a community college in Sac). He’s probably not taking any transfer-level classes. Yep. It’s weird…Bjork sings all these songs about love, but I can’t imagine anyone ever going out with Bjork, she’s so freaking strange. LOL, “Fuck Buddy.” I love this song. I so need a fuck buddy.
Taggart is blathering about how he now likes guys more than chicks. I’m blathering about how much I want to bang Mila Jovovitch. Seriously. I love her. But then she’d probably open her mouth and be all boring and model-ish and it would be such a turnoff. And then there’s the whole vagina thing. Why does life have to be so cruel? LOL. Seriously, I amuse myself waaay too much. OMG, Taggart wants a pic of me. He wants my engorged member…my throbbing purple meat scepter…lol. Purple meat scepter…I don’t know where they got purple from. Hmm. He’s sending me a pic of himself. I’m sending him a pic of me, I think the one that’s on my Yahoo profile, except not rendered into sepia. Hmm, he “doesn’t have the same old zest for heterosex.” Zest?
OutOfNiflheim: i went over to my friends house(girl) for some fun but…well…she had 2 orgasms…and after close to an hour got really bad leg cramps so we stopped…but i wasn’t even close to being finished
I’m uploading the pic of him:
Weird. He is totally not hot in this pic. Sammie thinks he’s hot, she’s seen other pics of him. I think he’s hot. Obviously. I think I’m going to upload our chat for posterity. It will be accessible at:
http://www.retroviral.net/chats/taggart1.txt
Yay! The Chemical Brothers! *does happy dance* Oh god, he’s saying he misses me. It’s depressing. I’m a computer disk. I’m not responsible for my actions. I’m a robot. I’m going to try to go out with him. It saddens me. But at least that’s an emotion. My current premise are that emotions are better than ennui. Oh, I kept trying to launch MusicMatch and it totally didn’t work. Gay! GRR. Wow, he’s opening his “heart” and “soul” to me. How “endearing.” *evil giggle* Gosh, is that deja vu? God, I’m all opening right up. He knows how to control me. But that’s okay. I’m just a product, a machine. I’m glad to fulfill my purpose, solving the problem of ennui. Hm, I finally looked up “reified.” It’s an interesting concept. It’s very Baudrillardian.
reify: to regard (something abstract) as a material or concrete thing
Taggart is turning on the waterworks. He says he learned to cry from acting. Hmm. I really love him…if ever there is something like love. He can make me feel things I can’t feel with anyone else. Well, so far. Seek pleasure, avoid pain. How base. How vile. Hmm, I thought Leslie had a virus but the virus scan just finished and there isn’t an infection. How lame. Omg, Taggart didn’t know what a JPG file was. How pathetic! He is so not my uber-techlust mangod. I am so not going to marry anyone who doesn’t share my techlust.
Tonight at the river we were talking about such cool things, about the end of American civilization and how cool it will be. I really like Sammie and Steve, they can get really philosophical really fast. Okay, I must go to sleep and not masturbate thinking about Taggart. I already did thinking about Royce, so I can’t be a slut. Lmao. I entertain myself beyond measure.