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Name: Il Dima
Country: United States
State: Texas
Metro: Grand Prairie
Birthday: 2/20/1984
Gender: Male
Interests: Interests do not make me interesting!
i like, music, life, cigarettes, coffee, b0g, writing, stories, victorian, role play, fantasy, movies
Expertise: not great at one thing, good at many things
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Art
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  dimablack666
MSN: dimablack666@hotmail.com
Yahoo:  dimablack666@yahoo.com
Member Since:
4/30/2005
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| smells like fish from ruby tuesday's.
well rachel does anyway.
whats up now?
1. been back in texas for a month now
2. went to some show last saturday, got to hang out with chuck, daniel,
bear, dj, geoff, tink. and a bunch of people in the back.
3. considering, several offers. but as i have told people, im an
expensive whore. so, depending on which one pays best. ill be a working
slut soon
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| haha, this xanga is my neglected bastard child. no pun intended. but yea, heres one for my baby, and one more for the road/
why havent i updated? im in brighton fucking illinois.
why havent i updated? because myspace is sooooo much butter. i mean... better... who knows there may be some butter.
Why havent i updated? no one reads my blogs, im sure they didnt miss them.
so yea, i may be running back down to texas pretty soon. so, expect the clouds to darken and one of the four horsemen to pave a path which will scorch the earth... probably flair. | | |
| its the first blog in a blog blog... i mean, first blog in a while,
last weekend was fun. too fun. with a hint of tragic dissapointment.
saturday, i went to my cousins soccer game, which was... out in the
heat... so im fried, and hungry. so we hop on over to yes buffet, where
i think i saw code, but then again if i did or didnt, i dont really
care, because, plain and simple.... i dont like him. so yea. im sitting
there my phone rings, i go outside to take the call.. its clayfabe. now
originaly brad, clay and myself were supposed to hit hyenas, saturday
night. but alas, the bradhouse had to k5 for some still unknown reason.
clay calls me up, telling me we arent going, but then i tell him i have
money, and he has money, lets fucking go anyway. so, we set the time
for like... seven:30 at my place. i hang up, im still out there
smoking, when my cell rings again... and the wierd part, its a
different ringer than from my normal... i look at the called id...
"chicky whats-her-face"
so chicky sais shes in the shower, and decided to return my call.. well
i was on my cell when i called her. the first thing she said was...
"hi... who is this?"... where as, at any other time, lets say, i called
her from home, she wouldnt even pick up. so i tells her we are going
out to hyenas, shes sais she has plans. the same girl that told me she
loves me, is in love with me, wants to go on a "date" with me before i
leave... the same girl that told me, "let me know so i can get the day
off of work". mother fucker. so ive had it, i hung up on her. im not
fucking calling her any more, i took her number off of my cell. if i
hear from her again, the only thing she will hear before the dial tone
is gunna be, "fuck off".
so yea, we run home, then i run to pick up marybear, run back to my
place, drop tanner off, then clay pulls up... with none other than
chuck! which is awsome, i hadnt seen chuck in like over a year. turns
out we are both leaving texas round the same time, which is like...
cool. so yea, we hit hyenas, we chilli we smoke, we drink, the show was
funny as hell. as soon as i get out, i notice i missed a call...
grenadaman! aka steve squires. so tells him, we are gunna head to my
place then to clays then renting some videos, and then meeting up at
mary's so we can watch movies. well... we did all that, when i got back
to my place i grabbed my bottle of sake, and half bottle of plum sake.
we run to get some videos and some sodas. get to marys, watch some
movies. well, needles to say, i had been drinking at hyenas... then i
chugged a half a bottle of plum sake, and pretty much the whole bottle
of the regular stuff, with some coke... now, all i had to eat that day
was... sushi. which isnt really a good meal to have, if you plan to get
wasted. and by that i mean, there is no substance to suck up the
alcohol in your stomach. so me and geoff leave for dennys, and its
cool, feeling good. we get there, in the parkinglot, i open my door,
and step out... well... i stepped out alright, but if it wasnt for the
door, i would have stepped out and just done a treefall into the car
next to us. i hadnt reallised, i was completely wasted...
so we walks in, i see mell, wave... i go to take a leak, and on the
way, i pull mell to the side... tell her... "im completely wasted"...
shes like... i can tell... so we sit, drink coffee. i go home,
sleep.... wake up the next day... still drunk.
fun weekend huh?
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| you ever make money, then just cant spend it. not because you have it
set aside for something else, but just because you dont know what to do
with it... stupid huh? yea well im stupid. doh doh doh dima, right...
extra doh there. but not any more motherfucker. not any more. im gunna
buy some smokes. i know i neglect xanga, well thats simply because it
sucks.
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| so lets see... i get a call at 2pm whilest im sleeping... and its girly
whats-her-face. apologising for last night, which to i just brush off,
no way i could get mad at her, but yea. thats all im gunna say for the
sake of things not comming back around and bitting me on the ass. i
swam for the first time in a long long ass time, then again i
didnt really swim, because i cant, but i was doing moonsaults and 450s
into the pool. fun. so yea work starts tomorrow at 7 which suck sucks
sweet sussyz balls... oh well cest la vie
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