One copy is white vinyl. And DMM.

trolling the interwebs for open source sounds

wife just moved back in as roommate. son is happy, very happy. internet dreamgirl seems to have a boy, but that's only fair since I seemed to have a girl. not sure about that at the moment, but not sure is the best way to be. going out to a show for whatever reason, and probably an ulterior motive or two. need weed. wife's possible girlfriend is fascinating. listening to Sister. just ate cheesecake. she's turning my music down again, but I need to keep her safe from her junkie ex-boyfriend. should eat a real dinner. hope Jennifer will go to the show with me (she's not the one I've been fucking, she's a bandmate of sorts though I do treat her like a girlfriend when we're out). fucking rain won't stop. why did I cave to that cheesecake??

man that was fast. since each of you is semi-mating elsewhere maybe you can start a little commune like that swedish movie, what was it called... it's set in the 70s...

A chick is losing her shit at me because I said I'd hate-fuck Miley Cyrus. Brainbombs is the soundtrack to all of this. "That's really gross. Cool. You wanna roughly fuck a 16 year old" and "If you have the power, then use it and kill them all / you got the right to make them crawl / Stab her until she's all red" are combining for a pretty evil mood that I am genuinely grateful for.

hahahah. i'd hatefuck the shit out of her with a giant strap on.

Threeway! We're going to hate-fuck the shit out of her, baby.

EDIT: Didn't intend to write essentially the same sentence as you. But leaving it as further proof that this love is just meant to be.

she's 17 you guys. i know, boner killer, but fucking get it str8

party in the usa makes me want to commit suicide

jeremy kyle is the new doctor who and the bingo fox is the new sidekick. they don't travel thru time they just walk around manchester estates drinking cider shouting 'caome on caome on think your fuckin hard do ye lad?' 'fuckin city for tha fuckin win!' and then jeremy impregnates the fox and pushes it down the stairs then interviews himself in the mirror with an electricity bill as the dna test. 'And the dna tests show that jeremy... well well well...' but then he just pauses forever and is found months later decomposing in front of the mirror still holding the envelope.

the bingo fox is reanimated by itv executives for the xmas special were he interviews unwed crack addicted mothers and offers them cups of tea and starts telling them incomprehensible stories about dirty gurty as they sob and complain he isn't making any sense. he then gives them the dna results which are wrapped in christmas wrapping which when they unravel turns out to be a dead mouse.

then the injections of working class wit wear off and he regresses back to savagery and mauls graham and the after care team

finnally managed to ssh home.
drinking coffee.

i slept for twelve hours and now i'm relaxing and preparing to clean my room later.

My office closed today because of beaucoup snow in Asheville. Up to 14 inches expected before tomorrow night. I actually drove to work, struggled to get up our hill (nobody had sanded, and I had to put into low to crawl up, and even then I almost got stuck), only to find somebody in the garage telling people to turn around and go home.

So I slid back down the hill, stopped at the organic store for beer and a sandwich and a can of Ghiraldi hot chocolate. Am now sitting in the apartment w/ Ono watching the snow fall.

woke up early. sucks.

cloudy day. rain. waiting to go home. my work for today is done...and my work sucks.

going to edit some audio. seeya.

If you're going through the trouble of strapping one on wouldn't you rather give it some guy long and hard?

blurg

Haven't really thought about it. Hmm... .

waiting until lunchtime so I can go to the jewelry store and pick up the ring I got, with which I will propose marriage to my girlfriend tonight. EEP!

Regretting splitting that fifth of Captains last night. and am angry/rejoicing because it didn't snow. and I'm about to go pick up my check and deposit it before I have to go to work.

Does this mean the end of your big booty days, Rob?

This means the beggining of Big-Booty-Days for LIFE!

Ah, well then congrats! You should be very happy.

Plus, there's the LOVE

:P

"workin'"

Having a cold

Yes, for now. But when that passes, the booty will endure.

thinking of taking a nap. snow is falling softly. I've had some food (sandwich and chilli) and a coupla beers. nowhere to go, nothing i have to do. a nap in bed in my pjs w/ some music in the background... could be just the ticket, no?

I'm bored as fuck.

Do some drugs mahnnnnn

The roads and pavements in my neck of the woods are really hazardous at the moment, what with all the snow turning into ice. I slipped on some whilst walking between two cars, having to slam my hand down on the back of the one on my left to steady myself. I'm not sure if I dented the car as I didn't want to hang around, as the owner was in it at the time!

Hope it snows soon.

stared at hot montreal chicks at a bar last night. picking my nose right now.

what are some good local beers here? tried st. ambroise noir last night and liked it

Moved in with my girlfriend yesterday, the move took some time and was delayed for a week or two due to Holidays but finally happened. We've been dating for almost two years and it seemed like a great time for it to happen.

~Jeremy~

here are some images that come up when you google "jeremy's girlfriend"

Watching Star Trek.

The film alas.

I enjoyed the film, even though there were 99% too many gratuitous "sun glare" crap added with CGI in post production.