i've got one supporter*(sp) whoi sqw eirlier driving by.

y'all wrote me off as a drunk well i finally remembered my shit, fuck y'all. this live journal is going to be dedicated to the drunk ramblings of jonathan so fucking deal with it. i don't despise life or loathe it in anyway, i'd just rather spend it drunk so that way i can drop unadulterated(well mildly[and probably misspelled{fuck y'all}])ufanisms on your stank asses. GO SEE DAWN OF THE DEAD! if you don't you are...lame, that's all i got.

fuck everyone and everything

yeah, and i swear to god i will fucking kill the next person who jokes about hooking up with her. anyway, i feel like a million. i got to see C's pictures today and they fucking ruled! all i can say is that i want one, two, any, all! read a ton o' Notes From the Underground today which seriously dampened my mood but in that "i'm too nice of a guy" kinda way. talked with michael today, belly laughed! i watched half of lord of the rings, felloship o' rings tonight and got all the christian allogories(sic), i cannot wait for return of the king. i never read the books and folk might think that's cheap but i can honestly say that i put my trust in peter jackson (even if he did make 'Dead Alive' [great fucking movie]). shawn leaves for canada saturday so i'm gonna try and hang out with that crew on friday. cory(ie?) got my dress for holloween so this will be interesting. love and mad respect (my nigga got 159 on the lsat)--peace

yeah, what he said.

606's are the coolest beatbox in the world. my phenotype girl broke up with her boyfriend today and i got her digits. the more i thought about it though, i thought,
"i don't need to call her today, tommorow or the next, because that's fucking smutty." i mean the girl breaks up and the next day some fucking dickweed calls her up, "uh hey, yeah i haven't talked to you in like what 4 months, so anyway, i heard you broke up with your boyfriend..." i like to think i have more tact than that. but the news is good (in a sad way, i mean love has been lost people, that's tragic). a record tonight, 2 bands that played, setup,and broke down in 1 in a half hours. fucking punk shit. punks blow, the lead singer of the first band (some fucking marrietta [sic] bitch with dreads), fucking puked....puked mind you all over the front walk. if that's hardcore, i want nothing of it. oh well.

today was a good day, i didn't even have to use my ak. whew, art history paper got bumped back two fucking weeks. i was hoping for a few days so this is a little miricle in itself. i like my work and i like girls with funky red hair. i am going to be great.

country music grates on the nerves but country music with high pitched feedback blows! i'm not goning to leave my foom all this weekend, it will be perfect.

yea, we are now in the digital rhelm. fuck you parellis you fucking punk. some girl in carrollton but it on her intrest list and i had to tell her how cool she is. if you aren't on friendster, you are square (ie you who are not on should get on and make my disgustingly phat group o' friends larger, it's all about herd mentality folks). i've decieded to bring in the not-give-a-fuck nerd look back into style and all i can say is that is having a tremendous effect on the ladies (y'all know who you are). my sperm count is low today...1,2,3...and my i need to shave. well i hope i've gotten a chuckle, this one goes out to all the ladies in the crowd "i'm so tired of being alone, so tired of being on my own, won't you help me girl just as soon as you can"-the rev. al green.

me and my rhythm box!!!

so i got offered a second job today at johnny subs by the school and i don't know if i want to take it even though sam said he would "pay you(me) well." i would be working 40 plus hours while full time in school. my only problem is that i feel that i don't have enough free time as it is, how the fuck am i gonna cope with NO free time? oh well. i got some chickies hanging on by a thread, so that's good (or my imagination). watched good movies that were sad, always fun. good music (ie my music) fucking rules. maybe more later.

oh yeah, bout time i figured out my damn password. so then...um yeah, seeing my p.o. sucked today. i had to wait an hour and forty-five minutes in order to pay them. it's all a big fucking scam. oh well, don't do the crime if you can't do the time...fuck all that! it's cold as hell outside, woo-hoo!!!

written by: swim

So, apparently the great and wonderful Jonathan cannot seem to login.
I think he's just silly and not doing it properly.
As you can see, I've logged in just fine.

He's doing well. (I think)
We went to see Kill Bill on Thursday.
It was awesome.

I think he worked this weekend.
Today he had a test. I didn't see him to ask how it went.

That's all I know.

Date:	2003-09-29 18:57
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Security:	Public
Mood:	apathetic

so here's a livejournal.
It's mine.
I have a picture (see right)
that's swim sitting with me in her house.
She's my girlfriend for 30 seconds at a time.
She's bad ass
Totally rocks.
I think she's hot.

Well, I have to go to work soon, so I guess that's it.