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Name: PJ Location: Staten Island, New York, United States Birthday: 11/11/1982 Gender: Male
Interests: drawing, writing lyrics/poetry not reading it, girls, girls, girls and various stuff(stuff like girls) Expertise: Jack of all Trades and Master of None. The art of being a complete moron. Letting girls walk all over me. Occupation: Other Industry: Other
Message: message me AIM: demonbuddah
Member Since:
4/3/2002
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| who comes to this page anymore? leave a comment or something please I would like to know.
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| I've missed you Xanga. Sorry been on MySpace on Chun (PJ) look me up if you guys missed my idiotic rantings. | | |
| wtf!? yo I had one of the craziest dreams 2 days ago. For the entire duration of my sleep I was dreaming about sniffing coke. Never wanting to try coke I dont have first hand experience in the subject matter. I have however heard from people (whose names will not be disclosed) how it felt and what it was like. Anyways in this crazy ass dream of mine, I was just all up into it, first just scooping with a finger tip and putting it to my nose. It was like ambrosia, after that I just couldnt help myself. Lines of coke, eight balls, it all ended w/ my head in this humongous (scene out of scarface) pile of coke. I just could not stop. The crazy thing is the dream felt so real that when I woke up I was wondering if I ever did coke. What the hell could this mean? Have I been a coke head in a previous life? Too much Scarface? Could I actually be a coke head? Do I have a split personality on which strives on coke that I did not know about? How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop? We may never know.
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| Not Forgiven, Not Forgotten, Never Will. 
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| oh man, what a great day. Didnt sleep after work last night, stayed up all night and then went to work half an hour late. Afterwhich I went to Planet Fitness on my brother's membership, did half an hour of cardio and various machine type benches, curls and squats. That was a nice lil 2 hours. Then after that I went onto the CSI campus w/ a couple of friends to play handball. The weather; superb. My shirt was soaked in sweat and later on the handball court drenched in water. On the way home I witnessed something very disturbing. Arden Avenue right before the turn into the King Kullen Plaza, a kitten ran onto the road. The minivan in front of me swerved a bit and braked hard. The kitten ran right under it. From where I was on the road I thought I saw the kitten pass through safely. Oh man was I wrong the back left tire of the minivan ran over the kitten, I had thought the kitten was a goner but, to my surprise and disgust the tire ran over the kitten's rear, I can't be quite sure which part was hit but it looked like both his/her hind legs were mangled and it tried to crawl away with its front legs to no avail. It was moving in a circular motion clockwise. The sight was too gruesome for me to bear, I turned into the King Kullen Plaza with awe and disgust plastered on my face. well it's dinner time hit me up.
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