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Apr. 2nd, 2006 @ 06:07 pm
I like too, (cryptically of course) dedicate this shit to people from time to time. As I so dubiously dedicated my previous post to someone very special, and someone I've cared about for a long time - it's now time to explore the other end of the spectrum.
This is for you.



[Sounds of someone puking]

There I go--thinking of you again

[Chorus]
You don't know how sick you make me
You make me fuckin' sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you, I puke
You must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
You may not think you do, but you do
Every time I think of you I puke

I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little poem
But off of the dome would probably be a little more, more suitable for this type of song--whoa
I got a million reasons off the top of my head that I could think of
Sixteen bars, this ain't enough to put some ink ta
So fuck it, I'ma start right here by just be brief-a
Bout to rattle off some other reasons
I knew I shouldn't go and get another tattoo of you
On my arm, but what do I go and do
I go and get another one, now I got two
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
I'm sittin' here with your name [CENSORED]
I can't believe I went and [CENSORED]
My next girlfriend, now her name's gotta be [CENSORED] <---- CR Y P TI C
Shi-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-it
If you only knew how much I hated you
For every motherfuckin' thing you ever put us through
Then I wouldn't be standing here crying over you
Boo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-who

[Chorus]
You don't know how sick you make me
You make me fuckin' sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you, I puke
You must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
You may not think you do, but you do
Every time I think of you I puke

I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little letter
But I thought a song would probably be a little better
Instead of a letter
That you'd probably just shred up--yeah
I stumbled on your picture yesterday and it made me stop and think of
How much of a waste it'd be for me to put some ink ta, a stupid piece a
Paper, I'd rather let you see how
Much I fuckin' hate you in a freestyle
You're a fuckin' emo slut, I hope you fuckin' die
I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye
I hate your fuckin' guts, you fuckin' slut, I hope you die
Di-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-ie
But please don't get me wrong, I'm not bitter or mad
It's not that I still love you, it's not 'cause I want you back
It's just that when I think of you, it makes me wanna
gag-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-ag
What else can I do, I haven't got a clue
Now I guess I'll just move on, I have no choice but to
But every time I think of you now, I'll I wanna do
Is pu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uke

[Chorus]
You don't know how sick you make me
You make me fuckin' sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you, I puke
You must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
You may not think you do, but you do
Every time I think of you, I puke

Fuckin' bitch


Some modifications were necessary

Mar. 12th, 2006 @ 04:58 am

Got a big plan, this mindset maybe its right
At the right place and right time, maybe tonight
And the whisper or handshake sending a sign
Wanna make out and kiss hard, wait nevermind

Late night, in passing, metioned it flip to her
bestfriend, it's no thing, maybe it slipped
but the slip turns to terror and the crush to like
when she walked in he froze up, leaves it to fright

Its cute in a way, till you cannot speak
And you leave to have a cigarette, knees get weak
An escape is just a nod and a casual wave
Obsessed about it, heavy for the next two days

It's only just a crush, it'll go away
It's just like all the others it'll go away
Or maybe this is danger and you just don't know
You pray it all away but it continues to grow

I want to hold you close
Skin pressed against me tight
Lie still, and close your eyes girl
So lovely, it feels so right

I want to hold you close
Soft breasts, beating heart
As I whisper in your ear
I want to fucking tear you apart

Then he walked up and told her, thinking maybe it'd passed

And they talked and looked away a lot, doing the dance
Her hand brushed up against his, she left it there
Told him how she felt and then they locked in a stare

They took a step back, thought about it, what should they do
Cause theres always repercussions when you're dating in school
But their lips met, and reservations started to pass
Whether this was just an evening or a thing that would last

Either way he wanted her and this was bad
He wanted to do things to her it was making him crazy
Now a little crush turned into a like
And now he wants to grab her by the hair and tell her

I want to hold you close
Skin pressed against me tight
Lie still, and close your eyes girl
So lovely, it feels so right

I want to hold you close
Soft breasts, beating heart
As I whisper in your ear
I want to fucking tear you apart

Jan. 19th, 2006 @ 08:21 pm
Well after playing WoW for a little while, I've come across a few realizations.

People who choose to make Alliance characters need to Learn2Play.
RPPvP servers are more fun when you don't roleplay.
Male Night Elf Hunters will gank you and corpse camp you 66% more often than other characters.
Quests are for the most part bullshit after level 35.
Argent Dawn is for fags.

That's all.

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Dec. 12th, 2005 @ 09:44 am
Well.. lots of stories! But all too long to type and share. So in a brief summary, I left and now I'm back. How's things?! For those of you who are a part I am now one of the many who spends their time playing World of Warcraft. I currently play on the Lightninghoof server, (RP-PVP... I really don't see a reason to play on carebear servers) and usually I'm playing the undead mage Morfalath. 4 of my friends will start playing soon after loads of WoW copies for Christmas and I will eventually roll another undead mage with a different name, but stop in and say hi for the time being. I've only just started so he's at level 21 now.

moving on Sep. 18th, 2005 @ 03:12 pm
well - i leave for basic training on the 21st.. this wednesday. so i will be absent for at least 2 months. more than likely, i may just kick out seiffer66 altogether and revitalize my blogger. typically, only people i know actually comment on this one. no one else from my friend's list really ever says anything, nor do i say anything to them so there's no real point in continuing with livejournal, especially since it's such a community based blog area.

those of you who actually know me, or those of you who don't and care.. i will put my new blog space up on here, and as a signature in my emails.

later.
Other entries
» a message and a rant
Note - due to em.. unusual.. yet delightful circumstances I will be screening comments from now on. I will share this though... that my individual responses will still be shown, no way to get around that really... and it would probably be better just to send email, even if the address is a ghost. I'm not leaving it up to me though.
By the way, that's what I was thinking.. I was just waiting to see if our answers corresponded. :D

Now for something not so pleasant.
It seems someone from my blotted past has deemed it necessary to consider me dead. Deceased. Worm-food, sleeping with fishes, or whatever you want to call it.
Rest assured I am NOT dead. I have never slept with fish, yet I admit I have slept with conniving emotionally defunct bitches on more than one occasion.
You want to consider me dead? Fine. You want to be pissed off all the time and consider me worthless? That's fine too. If you don't like what I'm saying, or what I've said - STOP READING MY SHIT. Plain and simple. No one forces you to skulk around here like a flea-ridden kenku.

Here's some things to look back on, from previous posts I've kept hidden. No need to do that now, or then.. really.

Rant Number One:Post Dated 20040702Collapse )

You can do what you need to keep yourself in. You can squander your thoughts on how little I mean to you. You can waste your mornings daydreaming about how great it would be if I didn't exist.

You cannot mask your stupidity with self-pity and regret. You are the reason you are the way you are. Your starvation is my sustenance; your ineptitude is my progress.

Sometime ago I would have sacrificed anything I had for you; now I'm saving that devotion for someone else. Someone who is as dedicated because now, I wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire. It must make you feel powerful to search through past entries of mine and use my own guilt to attack me. You read something that I have remorse for and use the situation in an attempt to explain my selfishness. Honestly, you are a joke, and I was your last punchline.

Now, I'm putting on the impression that I'm 'hung up'. Quite the opposite actually. And being this is all stuff revisited that I wrote over a year ago, no harm done.

Subject Change!

Girl: Hey, Tim! I think I have ESP.
Tim: If you think that's an error, I'm sure you can call your cable provider and they will fix it for you.
Girl: What? Not ESPN. E-S-P.
Tim: If you had ESP, then you would know that our conversation is boring me.
Girl: Wow, you're mean.
Tim: I'm not mean. I'm frank.
Girl: Is that your middle name?
Tim: You're a cartoon character. That's what you are.

Sacre bleu.

Ah okay. I made that last bit up. But I find it rather entertaining.
» who i'm is
Okay, who is willing to write me snail mail letters for 2 months while I'm in basic?
Don't feel bad if you don't reply, I only expect people who actually know me.
» firefly
Take my love, take my land
Take me where I cannot stand
I don't care, I'm still free
You can't take the sky from me
Take me out to the black
Tell them I ain't comin' back
Burn the land and boil the sea
You can't take the sky from me
There's no place I can be
Since I found Serenity
But you can't take the sky from me...


Firefly.. highly recommended as must-see watching.
Inara reminds me of you (You know who you are) physically I mean. Nothing to do with her job as a "companion" or "Courtier".
» Update: Future
Here's an update.
I went to MEPS. Took my CAT-ASVAB. National average for the test scores are in the 30's. I scored an 89/99 for my ASVAB score. My line scores were 124 for the GT and 121 for the ST. All the top jobs in these areas require no higher than a score of 110, and 110 are for jobs like "Counter Intelligence Agent" or "Criminal Investigation Specialist".
Basically... I will be up for any job I want. This includes intelligence, law enforcement... or even medical. Ive been thinking about medical since it will mean no combat time.
"Let me put it to you this way," my recruiter says to me. "If you go in as a CIA, (counter intelligence agent) as soon as you're done with AIT, you're going to Iraq, or Afghanistan. If you go in as an X-ray Technician, or a Behavioral Specialist, you're going to Fort Sam Houston in San Antonio, TX.
Hm, I should have thought of this before.
Free school to a PHD and medical training? Wonder where I'm headed.
And to top it all off, I'm 45lbs lighter and healthier.

So all in all... MEPS was a good experience, except for the old man doctor poking and prodding at my naughty bits. Shame on you, grandpa!
» (No Subject)
I've been missing someone terribly lately. I am going through 'one of those'.
I shall not say who it is though because, frankly, I don't want too. But I will leave tidbits of information of who it's NOT.
The person I am speaking about is NONE of these things:
Male
Under the Age of 25
Blonde
Someone I used to live with.
Over the age of 35
Speaking to me at this time.

Had to clear up what could have been confusion, or down right assumption. I know there are lurkers around here and I'd hate for some people to go around thinking I'm holding on to something I've flushed a long time ago. There's really only one friendship (see the word I used there?) that I haven't flushed away and forgotten.

They sell divorce papers at Wal-Mart. Can you fucking believe that? They sell everything at Wal-Mart.

Next time I'm in Texas, I'm going to cut these bob-awful life-sucking handcuffs.

Speaking of which, why am I expected to handle all things concerning divorce, considering that I paid for the trip to Michigan, part of the trip back and most of the time in Texas? And why the fuck did I buy catfood? I hate cats.
Secondly, why am I expected to show up in court for "Movement to Enforce Action" when I've already been doing what they are trying to force me to do?

Oops, my car just farted... and I just ran over a cat-fish smelling pock-faced man. Hopefully he'll run away if I pelt him with snack foods.
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