Kyle

Fri, 02 Jun 2006 08:29:42 GMT

I might get this quote wrong...
"Love eats everything. Like friendship. It amazes me how much it eats. But if you feed it right, and you give it what it needs, then watch out world! Cause nothing can get in your way!"
"This is how you feel about Leigh."
"What?! Fuck no! I'm talking about Christine."

This is true. Love eats. It'll eat your friendship away.

Fuck you Warren Patrick McMurtrie. Fuck you very much.

Mon, 29 May 2006 11:11:35 GMT

My friend is currently awaiting trial in the Catoosa County Jail for child molestation. If the person he was with could have kept it in their pants for another six months, he'd be a free man with a citation for public indecency. Right now, I'm blaming that person. But this is not what this is about.

I was very close to my friend. So close, in fact, I felt almost kin to him. He was there when I was in my worst times. He knew how to make me feel better. He knew what I liked. He knew me. I knew him back. I knew why he did the things he does. I knew why when that certain song came on he got that look in his eyes. I knew why he made the noises that he did when he was in the good mood.

My friend... fuck that... he was my goddamned brother and while we don't share the same blood that will never change how I felt about him. I'd die for him. I'd take a bullet between the eyes for him. I cared about him so deeply. I loved him. He was more than a friend, he was goddamn kin at this point.

I'm not saying his name because frankly fucking Channel 3 has tainted it enough as it is. But I want your help. In any way. Offer support. Offer a shoulder to cry on. Offer prayers. For him, myself, his lover, and his family and friends.

I love you buddy. You're the greatest thing in the world to me. I'll do anything to protect you.

Thu, 11 May 2006 20:46:50 GMT

I got a ticket last night for expired tag.

This wouldn't really be a big deal.

Except my mother knew it was expired.

And let me leave the house anyway.

Knowing I'd get a ticket.

And this is why I hate my family.

Mon, 08 May 2006 02:03:44 GMT

A testament to how stupid I am:

Internet wasn't working when I got back home from hanging out with a furry (OMG) and I was frankly confused. So I go and check the modem, thinking someone saw lightening from the earlier storm and turned it off.

Well the modem was on. Except something was wrong.

There are three lights on my DSL modem.
POWER
READY
LINK

The LINK light wasn't on. So I check the phone connection. Nothing. Check the splitter connection. Nothing. Replace the line. Nothing. Turning it on and off. Nothing. In fact, that LINK light never even blinked. But by god the READY light was flashing on and off like if it didn't, it'd be the end of the world.

It never occured to me to check the router. Which was unplugged (by the fucking cat no less).

You see, LINK didn't mean a link to the phone company like I thought it did. LINK meant to the router. READY was the phone company. After finding this out from my mother (and after my joking father got her going on a tirade like she always does mentioning the phone bill) I remembered that I knew that, because with our old router you had to turn on the modem first before the routher and let the READY light stop blinking before the LINK light even came on.

So, I'm a dumbas.

Thu, 20 Apr 2006 20:44:21 GMT

50 HITLER POST
HAPPY BIRTHDAY FURHER

Tue, 04 Apr 2006 09:11:36 GMT

The new Gran Turismo game, a spinoff called Tourist Trophy, is all about BIKES.

If you know me personally, I'm a bike kind of guy. I love old muscle bikes like 80s Yamaha VMaxs and Honda CBRs. I even like sport bikes like Ducatis and Aprila. Something about going over 100mph on two wheels turns me on.

Well, I checked the offical website... right on it, under Yamaha, is the Max. Mad Max. Vboost and all.

I had to change my panties. Twice. This is so fucking sexy.

And since it's a GT game, it comes with all the classic Turismo tracks like Autumn Ring and Trial Mountain. Trial fucking Mountain. The greatest race track ever invented.

Goddamn, I think I need another pair of underwear!
Until this game comes out, all I have is Midnight Club 3 Remix.

Speaking of which, I can take PS2 screenies, so if anyone wants a picture of something from a game let me know. As long as the game doesn't suck I'll get you a pic. Especially if I already own the game.

Tue, 04 Apr 2006 05:44:32 GMT

This is just quite amazing. For those of you don't know I'm an amature film maker and I had to get something to convert my film digitally to the hard drive for editing and such (since I shoot on Super 8 like the cheap bastard who can't afford a camera I am.)

But this... rocks balls.

I went ahead and hooked the PS2 up to this baby. It's great being able to play Midnight Club 3 Remix (which is total sex, by the way) and chat on Second Life at the same time. Quality sucks, but it's better than nothing and still pretty cool...

...but with this I can take pictures of PS2 games. Hmmm!
What would such online comics be called? Polycomics? Machinamanga?

Maybe I should ask the editors of PSM.
Which reminds me. They suck.
I need to call them and be like DON'T CHARGE ME SHIT WTF! The price of PSM went thru the roof. Fuck PSM. It's like $55 a year now. What happened to the 13 dollar subscriptions anyway? You bought the subscription BECAUSE you saved 47 dollars, not 5. Dumbasses. I hope they burn down.

Sat, 01 Apr 2006 14:18:49 GMT

This is how cool secondlife is.

(Yes, I know I'm a goddamned furry, fuck off.)

Tue, 28 Mar 2006 13:03:23 GMT

"I saw some anthro art in her room, so I have this feeling she's a furry. Nothing wrong with that, except I'm afraid she's going to make me wear a skunk tail buttplug and force me to do her doggystyle while calling her my little pony."

lol

Stolen Meme from fairlylush

Mon, 27 Mar 2006 05:07:21 GMT

Put your music player on shuffle and write down your favorite line, or few lines, from the first 15 songs that come on. See if anyone can guess the song and artist that you heard. Don't cheat and skip songs that are embarrassing.

1. "If it stayed I'd never leave it. If that turned around I'd grieve the special dirty things that we used to talk about."
2. "Get in your cell!" "NO!" "Don't talk back!" "FUCK YOU!"
3. "So close no matter how far, couldn't be much more from the heart."
4. "RAAAAAAPE!"
5. "It's time to live! REVOLUTION ACTION!"
6. "I've been to places no one else has been, I've seen the face no one else has seen."
7. "Did I dream? You dreamed about me."
8. "Baby, you can taste me too."
9. "I don't know what I do-do, so I'm not gunna try to dig up any answers, cause I know I'm gunna die."
10. "You're a vampire, I'm a vampire too."
11. "They're deep, deep in the forest night."
12. "I know why you hate me, I know why you hate your self."
13. "Show me what it's for! Make me understand it!"
14. "Finally, Fusion-I mean we-got freedom of speech. Censorship is a load of bullocks."
15. "You fucking twat!"

Wed, 22 Mar 2006 18:08:10 GMT

I've kinda stuck with this new name I've been using lately in the Doom chatrooms, Ajax.

Dunno why.

I mainly changed it from "Skunk" cause too many people thought I was a furry.

Ashamed? Probably.

Anyway, I've kinda been kicking around wether or not to keep it.

Sun, 12 Mar 2006 20:05:54 GMT

I have definitive proof that God either A. doesn't exist, or B. is a sick fucking bastard and we should all stop worshiping him immediatly.

So like, yesterday, I'm hanging out with Lance and... I... quit smoking. It's so weird. I just didn't want a cigarette. No, I wanted a chicken sandwhich, so I ate his. But... no smoking.

On the way home? No smoking. I even went to light a cigarette and went... nah.

At the house? No cravings. I don't get cravings anyway, but I didn't want one. That's the point. I was just like "Feh" and took a nap.

I get a phone call, it's Dusty, the kid who got me smoking in the first place. He wants to hang out. All night I'm hanging out with him, going to the arcade, Pizza Hut, Walmart, riding around, I never have ONE cig. Dewayne and him are smoking like two mother fuckers, but me? Not one.

I know, so weird right?

So I finally get home after borrowing Dusty's copy of Waiting (a gross, disgusting, funny movie, but well worth watching) and I reached into my pockets to find...

...a pack of cigarettes I forgot were even there.

I'm like... ya know... I haven't touched these all day. I never wanted one. I don't even want one now. In fact, fuck this, cigarettes just waste my money and make it hard to breathe and will eventually lead to an untimely death. Ya know what, I'm gunna throw these away. But do I throw them away? Of course not! I threw them up ontop of my cd player to rot.

Now, my mother hated my smoking. I told her I quit, which was a bold faced lie, simply to get her to stop crying. So, anyhoo, back to the story.

I watch Waiting, fall asleep, wake up to my mothers screams about lying to her when she finds my back of Basics sitting on the cd player that I forgot to throw away. So I tell her the whole story about how I threw those up there intending to throw them away because I quit smoking and after ONE lie, she's not going to believe the second. Why I even threw them ontop of the CD player knowing damn well she'd come into my room in the first place is a mystery to me.

So, like I said. Either one of two things.
A. There is no God.
B. God is one sick bastard.

I know I haven't been a good person my whole life, but I'm not a murderer or a rapist. I don't go around beating on women or cheat on my girlfriend (if I had one). So when some shit like this happens, you expect a little holy intervention. When I was a Christian, it was shit like this that made me stop believing. But these are circumstances beyond one's control. Why did I suddenly quit? Why did I throw my cigs in a place easily seen, when I never do that? Why did I have to sleep until 3 pm to cause my mother to find out I just quit smoking and not believe me and have the shit hit the fan? Normal shit like this does not happen.

Except I'm still an atheist, so I'm going with answer A. But if there is a God, he has some fucking explaining to do.

Sat, 25 Feb 2006 15:19:47 GMT

Freddy shredding on a Flying V! How cool is that?
I could just imagen him playing Stormtroopers Of Death's "Freddy Krueger" XD

Wed, 22 Feb 2006 15:25:24 GMT

If you know me, you know there was this one dude I always hung out with named Patrick. Patrick was gay, so a lot of people (namely my family and other friends) didn't approve of me hanging out with him, thinking by doing so I'll catch the homosexuality disease (not going there, so anyway). Patrick's boyfriend doesn't like me (long story, don't ask) and thus it creates the rift. I'm friends with Patrick. Patrick likes me and loves boyfriend. Boyfriend hates me. That's the problem, but they learned to live with it. In fact, Patrick (and this is what he said) had bitched his boyfriend out a couple of times for whining about him and me being friends.

Before I continue, I must address this fact: Patrick and his boyfriend are furries. This can only possibly get worse. If this had been any normal pair of people (Carl and Jessi, for example) the shit would not hit the fan quite as bad. You see, I used to be in the furry fandom. Yes yes, I know, people say you can't really ever leave (this is almost true) but you can hate it, and hate it I do, and a lot of people in furry hate me. It's a hate hate relationship I 100% approve of. Back when I was a little less mature than I am today, I was even what was known as a furry troll, so many furries (example would be boyfriend) hate me not just for personal reasons, but because I insulted their precious. Most furries have an issue with not being able to rationalize. This leads to what is called the "fursecution complex": say anything even mildly against a furries point of few and all hell will break loose. Not to mention the fact OTHER furries will come to his rescue. And lord help you if you're NOT a furry, because then such words like "nazi" get thrown around like so much pocket lint. Okay, it's not as bad as you think, but if you happen to be friends with these people it's pretty horrible.

Now to continue.

Around... Novemember, Patrick and I were hanging out every other day of the week. We'd even considered getting totally wasted one night (I declined, because I wanted to go home). Hell, we even decided to get Christmas presents for each other. I whipped out the heat press and Photoshop and made him a tshirt for one of his favorite musical artists (Warren Zevon, if you must know). In return, he tried to get me the Devo action figures (his idea, not mine. I would much rather have had something cheaper, so I told him to buy me the Mortal Kombat movie instead). Well, that didn't work out, but whatever. Christmas came and gone and we both were seeing family so no biggie. I figured... January! Roll in January... he won't answer his phone.

This doesn't concern me, he never answers his phone!

But he does usually return calls. And return he didn't. For two months I called him, worried sick out of my mind something happened cause that's what you do when you're friends with someone (I do, anyway). That is until I see his car parked at his house and call him. Does he answer? Of course not. I get pissed but then I figure he must have lost his cell phone like I did! Rational, yes. And a perfectly explains his strange acts recently. But knowing Patrick, he would have already had the phone turned off and purchased a new one. They don't have a home phone. There goes that theory.

So Lance and I am trying to get to the concert at Ziggy's last night and I'm selling shit I own (I've been doing this to get gas monies and such lately because my mother hates when I ask for money) so I can get it. I go to McKay's to sell books (Not from Chattanooga peoples: McKay's is a used bookstore. Context clues should have told you that much.) and I'm standing in line waiting to get my two dollars and fifty five cents when I see... Patrick.

I have what is called anger management issues.

I started yelling in the middle of the store "You've been avoiding me!" I was about to scream. I just got out of line and walked over to him. Lance could see trouble brewing, so he went on. I'd find him later. I didn't care. "Why have you been avoiding me, Patrick?!"

He looked around all cautious like. Like he was looking for someone. Like that someone being you-know-who. "I can't tell you, because you'll freak out." I'm already freaking out, so I calm myself (visibly) and say "You have my word I won't freak out." I already know the answer; I wanna hear it from HIS lips.

"He doesn't want me talking to you anymore." There went that one nerve I had left.

I snapped emotionally. All I could do was have this shit eating Freddy Krueger grin when I walked away to find Lance. I decided before I went any where, I needed to calm down and Lance needed a background of events. (Mainly why I was screaming in the middle of McKay's)

I'm walking thru the rows of books at McKay's. I'm uberpissed and I look down one the walkway and who do I see?

Boyfriend.

The rest of this story is pretty much me being two steps shy from becoming a full blow sociopath at this point. I wanted to beat the living daylights out of that punkass. I wanted to stab him in places he didn't know he could feel pain in. I wanted to set him on fire and breathe in the smoke. I wanted him to piss blood. I was mad.

Lance meanwhile was checking out girls. So I went to get my money and leave.

In the parking lot I had a lot clearer head. I was even laughing (in that evil Pinhead kind of way) about the whole ordeal. I just wanted to get in the car and smoke a cigarette. Then Lance turns to me.

"Wait, was that Patrick?"

In the end, I suppose this is the end of a friendship that really shouldn't have began in the first place, and one that really... in my eyes... ruined a part of me. I'd tell you why, but I really don't feel like it.

But hey, ya know... shit happens, right? Yeah. Shit does happen. Especially so when another one of my friends (who happens to be a furry) stops talking to me also! Care to explain that one, Katherine? It's like getting raped in the ass and mouth at the same time.

And to think: this all happened right around the time I got a new job! Well, that's karma I guess.

Fri, 10 Feb 2006 08:20:19 GMT

Like my old co worker used to say...

WHY HELL YEAH!

Sun, 05 Feb 2006 17:47:53 GMT

I stole this from evol... I'd link you to her journal, but I'm lazy, so just... go to my friends page or something.

1. Name:

2. Birthday:

3. Place of residence:

4. What makes you happy:

5. What are you listening to now/have listened to last:

6. Do you read my LJ:

7. If you do, what is particularly good/bad about it:

8. An interesting fact about you:

9. Are you in love/have a crush at the moment:

10. Favorite place to be:

11. Favorite lyric:

12. Best time of the year:

13. Weirdest food you like:

14. Do farts make you laugh:

RECOMMEND
1. A film:

2. A book:

3. A band, a song and an album:

PLUS
1. One thing you like about me:

2. Two things you like about yourself:

3. Put this in your LJ so i can tell you what i think of you.

4. POST a picture of you.

Sun, 05 Feb 2006 17:16:33 GMT

http://www.pleasedeargodgiveusajob.com/html/artpencil2.html

Wed, 25 Jan 2006 16:44:19 GMT

I need someone to talk to.

Fri, 13 Jan 2006 22:56:11 GMT

This is an episode of South Park where the "Woodland Critters" sacrifice a rabbit to satan, make Kyle the Antichrist, and have a blood orgy.

You know, I'm surprised this hasn't been voted the most yiffy episode of South Park, beating out Stan's Gay Homo Dog, Red Rocket, AND Cat Orgy in one fell swoop. Congrats, Matt and Trey. Hundreds of furries are beating off to your cartoons.

Sat, 07 Jan 2006 14:21:15 GMT

Between peak oil, tsunamis, terrorists, hurricanes, supervolcanos, and Jesus' second comming the entire country is spooked, man. Like Y2K. Frankly, I think everyone is crazy at this point.

Sun, 01 Jan 2006 06:15:25 GMT

Well, for the new year, I guess everyone has to make a resolution, right?

This year, my resolution is to keep my room clean for once. I'm a slob. I have about 150 bucks worth of aluminum cans in my room, not to mention pop tart rappers, cans of pringles, etc.

So anyone who can help me with this that knows me personally (that means YOU Kim) remind me of this resolution, okay?

I'mma go clean now.

Mon, 26 Dec 2005 11:33:12 GMT

Who are the Warriors? I want all the... Warriors. Send the word...

Thu, 15 Dec 2005 20:47:21 GMT

Bored. Stolen from evol

Open your music player and set it to shuffle.
Write down the first line from each of the first 25 songs that come up.
Let people guess, and then underline or strike out songs as they are correctly identified.

1. ~~Autobahn.~~ Kraftwerk, "Autobahn" - schizo_wolf
2. ~~I got this strange facisnation for this chick down the hall.~~ Sammy Hagar, "Fast Times At Ridgemont High" - evol
3. ~~Riders of the storm.~~ The Doors, "Riders of the Storm" - evol
4. Sally called when she got the word.
5. ~~I've become impossible.~~ Nine Inch Nails, "We're In This Together" - schizo_wolf
6. Put the fuckin' mic on!
7. ~~It's oh so quiet, shhh.~~ Bjork, "It's Oh So Quiet" - evol
8. Well, we're taking my woodie and we're heading on down where the cool cool surfers are gathered around.
9. ~~Baby, will you eat that there snack cracker in your special outfit for me please?~~ Southern Culture on the Skids, "Camelwalk" - evol
10. Was macht ein Mann.
11. This is the story of the Trou Macaq, the pine box derby, the monkey track.
12. Girl, the only thing that matters in my life is that I'm down for you and treat you right.
13. Like a looking glass girl.
14. Some folks like the water, some folks like the wine.
15. Did you ever give a damn in the first place?
16. ~~Billy Ray was a preachers son and when his daddy would visit he'd come along.~~ Dusty Springield, "Son of a Preacher Man" - evol
17. ~~Everyone else has had more sex than me.~~ TISM, "Everyone Else Has Had More Sex Than Me" - schizo_wolf
18. I know it turns you on when I bury the needle.
19. ~~Nothing that you say will release you.~~ Garbage, "As Heaven Is Wide" - evol
20. Now it's time to wrap our fears in the night.
21. ~~Johnny's in America.~~ David Bowie, "I'm Afraid of Americans" - evol
22. ~~Anything is what she is.~~ Misfits, "Dig Up Her Bones" - evol
23. You can dream the American dream but you sleep with the lights on and wake up with a scream.
24. Chicken, peas, thanks!
25. Halls of Justice painted green, money talking.

Sat, 10 Dec 2005 13:59:10 GMT

Okay, so no one can make it to the get-to-gether except Evol and I (Tis a shame. I spent eight bucks on this Super Mario DVD. Oh well, I guess I get to keep it.)

Tue, 06 Dec 2005 11:57:32 GMT

Daniel got fucked up at work tonight. I dunno, he just has bad luck, or is stupid, but he got his hand caught in the machine. And I don't mean just a fingertip like I did but THREE fingers, one of which broke the nail OFF and snapped the bone. He can't work for a while now. :( Poor dude.