if theres music we can use it, be free to dance...

Word Up.



all i want to do is make a britney kylie music mix...
i sing it frequently in the shower...
cos you know...

i do that.

ill be anything you want, youll love me more than you love yourself

Standing in the kitchen with two of my sisters, saying goodbye to our mother is always funny to us. Sam is usually making comments about how she is the favorite of the six kids and always has to be the last one to kiss mom goodbye- which always makes Mom laugh, and calls us idiots. Sometimes, Sam will ask Mom if she is shrinking, but this is usually when we have our shoes on and are standing 5'9" (sam), 5'10" (nik), and 5'11" (me).
Other than being near my mom, I don't really know whats keeping me in Novi.
I would say that I miss Kzoo, but I only miss the people, not the city.
My brother will have a low budget horror slasher film on Blockbuster shelves soon. Maybe we can "celebrate" with a ritual OP/bad movie night if we can get back into town around its highly anticipated release date. And no, we cant get our $3 back when we turn if off half way into it.
and so fat kids.. im out...

lights will guide you home and ignite your bones and i will try to fix you

SEE THIS i give it 3 thumbs up.
.. er... wait..

does she lend an eager hand, to save you from the future of being with her

This is Shrek. I got to babysit him for a week. Him, and 2 Cockatiels that sing the theme to Green Acres over and over and over.....
Twas an experience.

...the threeway with your wife and that librarian chick- now thats good lovin!

An insurance policy with a robot plan? Sign me up.

can't you see, it's not me youre dying for

An elderly couple was attending church services, about halfway through she leans over and says, " I just let a silent fart what do you think I should do?"
He replies " Put a new battery in your hearing aid."

Wanda's dishwasher quit working so she called a repairman. Since she had togo to work the next day, she told the repairman, "I'll leave the key under the mat. Fix the dishwasher, leave the bill on the counter, and I'll mail you a check. Oh, by the way don't worry about my bulldog. He won't bother you. But,whatever you do, do NOT, under ANY circumstances, talk to my parrot! I REPEAT, DO NOT TALK TO MY PARROT!!!" When the repairman arrived at Wanda's apartment the following day, he discovered the biggest, meanest looking bulldog he has ever seen. But, just as she had said, the dog just lay there on the carpet watching the repairman go about his work. The parrot, however, drove him nuts the whole time with his incessant yelling, cursing and name calling. Finally the repairman couldn't contain himself any longer and yelled, "Shut up, you stupid, ugly, bird!" To which the parrot replied, "Get him, Spike!"

and just like the movies, we play out our last scene

Movie Buffs: tell me how you do ;)

as the pain sweeps through, makes no sense for you, every thrill is gone, wasn't too much fun at all

Police are warning all men who frequent clubs, parties and local pubs to be alert and stay cautious when offered a drink from any woman. Many females use a date rape drug on the market called "Beer." The drug is found in liquid form and is available anywhere. It comes in bottles, cans, or from taps and in large "kegs". Beer is used by female sexual predators at parties and bars to persuade their male victims to go home and sleep with them. A woman needs only to get a guy to consume a few units of Beer and then simply ask him home for no strings attached sex. Men are rendered helpless against this approach After several beers, men will often succumb to the desires to sleep with horrific looking women whom they would never normally be attracted. After drinking beer, men often awaken with only hazy memories of exactly what happened to them the night before, often with just a vague feeling that "something bad" occurred. At other times these unfortunate men are swindled out of their life's savings, in a familiar scam known as "a relationship." In extreme cases, the female may even be shrewd enough to entrap the unsuspecting male into a longer term form of servitude and punishment referred to as "marriage." Men are much more susceptible to this scam after beer is administered and sex is offered by the predatory females. Please! Forward this warning to every male you know. If you fall victim to this "Beer" scam and the women administering it, there are male support groups where you can discuss the details of your shocking encounter with similarly victimized men. For the support group nearest you, just look up "Golf Courses" in the phone book.

see how it works here...

i think i used to have a voice, now i never make a sound

cos i need more time.. i need more time just to make it right...

i think i'll call him... Fluffy

Im changing now, the wind is at my back, and i am so ready to go

in honor of Joe's contest a while back for "worst sequel" ideas...

the winner was
Crying Game 2: Cry Harder
(which still makes me laugh) but i was thinking the trilogy should be
Crying Game 3: There's Something about Mary

any takers? ;)

ive got some imperfections, but how can you collect them all and throw them in my face?

WHERE WOULD YOU BE IF:

YOU HAVE ALL THE MONEY YOUR HEART DESIRES
YOU HAVE NO WORRIES ...
YOU COME HOME AND THE FINEST MEAL IS AWAITING YOU...
YOUR BATHWATER HAS BEEN RUN...
YOU HAVE THE PERFECT KIDS...
YOUR PARTNER IS AWAITING YOU WITH OPEN ARMS AND KISSES...

WHERE WOULD YOU BE...





IN THE WRONG FUCKING HOUSE......



Jack wakes up at home with a huge hangover he can't believe. He forces himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins next to a glass of water on the side table. And, next to them, a single red rose! Jack sits up and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean and pressed. Jack looks around the room and sees that it is in perfect order, spotlessly clean. So is the rest of the house. He takes the aspirins, cringes when he sees a huge black eye staring back at him in the bathroom mirror, and notices a note on the table: "Honey, breakfast is on the stove, I left early to go shopping--Love you!" He stumbles to the kitchen and sure enough, there is hot breakfast and the morning newspaper. His son is also at the table, eating. Jack asks,"Son... what happened last night?" "Well, you came home after 3 A.M., drunk and out of your mind. You broke some furniture, puked in the hallway, and got that black eye when you ran into the door.""So, why is everything in such perfect order, so clean, I have a rose, and breakfast is on the table waiting for me?"His son replies, "Oh, THAT!... Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your pants off, you screamed, "Leave me alone, lady, I'm married!"
Broken furniture -- $85.26
Hot Breakfast -- $4.20
Red Rose bud -- $3.00
Two Aspirins -- $0.38
Saying the right thing, at the right time -- Priceless.

as i whisper in your ear i want to f***ing tear you apart

"4 words" story brought to you by Red Bull & vodka c/o party at Snick's

A long time ago
there was a feller
who fucked your mom
and traveled to Wixom
and got drunk and
then traveled to Lansing
drunk and partied hard
and played dragons layer
because he was gay
he looked up MILF
and flew on a
magic donkey carpet ride
then he smoked crack
did not fondle dongers
or play with himself
he looked in mirror
but he found a
giant fucking turd fart
Shepard Brook then appeared
that guy already dead
then he woke up
from screaming monkey aliens
mr body massage machine(go)
chipmunks ate my ass
squirrels ate my nuts
and tater tots too
while driving to work
drunk with a hooker
he snorted some coke
and then after work
pulled hooker from trunk
gave her cheese sticks
took her to Denny's
the waitress screamed because
her head was burning
he went to the
bar and got drunk
did not drink whiskey
but drank wild turkey
unfortunately it was poisioned
and his head exploded
he was fuckin dead.

O.o
>.<
o.O
*blink*


moving on...

i like this song... k, gnight/gmorning... bedtime...

SHE WANTS REVENGE
Tear You Apart

Got a big plan, this mindset maybe its rightAt the right place and right time, maybe tonightAnd the whisper or handshake sending a signWanna make out and kiss hard, wait nevermindLate night, and passing, mention it flipped herBest friend, who knows saying maybe it slippedBut the slip turns to terror and a crush to lightWhen she walked in, he throws up, believe its the frightIts cute in a way, till you cannot speakAnd you leave to have a cigarette, your knees get weakAn escape is just a nod and a casual waveObsessed about it, heavy for the next two daysIt's only just a crush, it'll go awayIt's just like all the others it'll go awayOr maybe this is danger and you just don't knowYou pray it all away but it continues to growI want to hold you closeSkin pressed against me tightLie still, and close your eyes girlSo lovely, it feels so rightI want to hold you closeSoft breasts, beating heartAs I whisper in your earI want to f*cking tear you apartThen he walked up and told her, thinking that he'd passedAnd they talked and looked away a lot, doing the danceHer hand brushed up against his, she left it thereTold him how she felt and then they locked in a stareThey took a step back, thought about it, what should they doCause theres always repercussions when you're dating in schoolBut their lips met, and reservations started to passWhether this was just an evening or a thing that would lastEither way he wanted her and this was badHe wanted to do things to her it was making him crazyNow a little crush turned into a likeAnd now he wants to grab her by the hair and tell herI want to hold you closeSkin pressed against me tightLie still, and close your eyes girlSo lovely, it feels so rightI want to hold you closeSoft breasts, beating heartAs I whisper in your earI want to f*cking tear you apart

ive done the math enough to know the dangers of our second guessing

a wish for 2006 ;)

youre falling out of reach, defying gravity, i know youre out there somewhere out there

I just had to share- made me laugh ;)

somethings gotta go wrong cos im feeling way too damn good

awake but still i'm dreaming and never waking up

Chris mk III actually argued with me last night about the usage and differences of to and too.
i'm not a stickler for grammar or spelling (which is REALLY obvious from just reading this blog) but when i told him he forgot an o to his sentence of "This one to"... the shit hit the fan.
i dont even remember the reasoning he told me, i just saw his mouth moving- heard nothing- and thought to myself ..."you're right... why would *I* know?"...
i really only wanted him to correct his sign because everyone thinks the nightcrew is mentally retarded, and they dont need any more ammo against us- then all i said was "too as in also".
after a few more minutes passed of his explaining, none of which i remember, i was thinking that my professor for my baccalaureate writing seminar would be smacking himself in the forehead- and then smacking me for working retail, and then i actually envisioned my AP English teachers for junior and senior year shaking their heads at me. by this point, i must have had a look of disgust because he actually conceded the fight. i was amazed because he never does that, and always needs to have the last word- after he turns and starts to walk away. (i'm waiting for another round of "who gets the last word" because i've decided to just say the most random shit ever like "puppies are cute" or "i drive a car" and hopefully leave him too confused to respond.
now, i kinda wanted to give him the tshirt that says "YOUR RETARDED".
*hopes anyone who just read that gets it*
i think it just bugs me a little more than usual because he's always going on about how he has a really high IQ (i dont remember the number), which to him translates into "i can do no wrong."
i scored a 146 when i was tested- and im not going to argue anything unless i am 1000% sure i know what the hell im talking about. but, i dont really argue with anyone about anything. i just let the rage burn inside me, waiting for a later date at which i will respond with shotgun justice.

on another note, tony (uncle of the drug dealing gangsta) said i look like a barbie doll when i take my glasses off. this is also the guy that apparently likes to choke women during sex, gets drunk and does golden showers (and i quote "you ain't neva got drunk and pissed on no one?"), and had the idea of knocking me out with boxes from the overhead so i wont put up a fight. (thanks for the insight, T.)

actually...
i think he can stay at least 10 yards away from me.
*watches for falling boxes

well i lie and im easy all of the time but im never sure when i need you pleased to meet you

*stern voice*
Jooooohhhnnnn... are you trying to start a "im going to drive my car through the front fucking window" movement? it's starting to take hold.
now they just need to go through kmart, toys r us, dicks sporting goods, babbages....

will we burn in heaven, like we do down here

is misery made beautiful right before our eyes
mercy be revealed
or blind us where we stand...


the last couple days have been very
O.0
>.<
o.O

ugh.

actually... it's bedtime. i need this day to end.
nothing huge- just a lot of little things adding up into one psychotic fit waiting to happen.
and could anyone tell me why, for no apparent reason, would someone just start talking with a slight british accent. (a bad one, at that)

i swear, you meet the weirdest fuckin people on 3rd shift.

yeah... bed.

im out like the fat kid in dodge ball.




She gets mad
and she starts to cry
she takes a swing but she can't hit
she dont mean no harm
she just dont know
what else to do about it

i hear you label me a liar cause i cant seem to get this through.. you say its over i can sigh again, yeah

Welcome to the Dance Floor...