CWIK's Journal
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Date:2004-02-19 02:00
Subject:wowsers
Security:Public
Mood: aggravated
Music:foxy lady - jimi jimi hendrix

gee wilickers, do I hate my roomate. Little does he know that at the exact moment he ratted me out to the cops, his life took a drastic turn for the worse. I have yet to begin with the heart of my sabotaging, and it won't begin until i move out. If anyone has any creative suggestions on how to deal with this rat bastard named NATHAN LANEY, please don't feel shy to enlighten me. In other news, im NOT evicted, which is really cool. And the thing that pisses me off the most is that while I was in jail for 2 days, he fucking stole one of my root beers. The man will pay...mark my words, his life is going to be considerably tougher.

p.s. i already plan on leaving a dead animal in his ventilation system the day i move out, and i already screwed his car to hell by adding a secret ingredient called sugar to his gas tank.

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Date:2004-01-24 05:25
Subject:good times
Security:Public
Mood: high
Music:fell in love with a girl -white stripes

here's a tale: Once upon a time, a young boy and a male companion made 17 trips around fox lake park in a 2001 nissan altima. In this car with the boys was a curious blunt, which they smoked most joyfully. After this, the first blunt, the boys had the drug induced urge to catch tadpoles with a random net stuffed in the car's trunk. With a healthy supply of amphibious larvae, the lads made another trip around the park throwing them on helpless parked cars. A truly bitter end to so many innocent tadpolios, but oddly entertaining on a second consecutive blunt. Following the last turn of the 17th lap, this illegal duo made off into the sunset on a holy journey to find the next devious task. --that right there is the fuckin definition of good times.

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Date:2004-01-22 07:45
Subject:
Security:Public
Mood: groggy
Music:gonna leave you -queens o' da stone age

7:30 in the fucking morninig and i am not in bed. I want to go to sleep but my body won't let me for some reason. Im having Pringles for breakfast, thank you. Fuck my sleep habits. Fuck 'em hard in the toush with no lube and a big crooked dildo.

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Date:2004-01-19 23:44
Subject:scooby doobie doo
Security:Public
Mood:mad at my apathy- ironic, huh?
Music:Jimmy Jazz - The Clash

my oh my, how the time flies when you're bored shitless. Get ready because im about to start whining about shit you won't care about. I WANT MY FUCKING CAR BACK! It has become quite a nuisance to be without it. For one thing, i have random drug tests in Rockledge i have to get to. And another is, it just makes convenient situations exactly that, convenient. But first before i get my car, i need a job. Too bad i already walked to timbuktu and back getting applications to no avail. Maybe my student loan check will come through soon and I'll be able to get it then. Whichever comes first I really don't care, as long as it comes (if you took that sentence out of context, i would be a porn star).

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Date:2004-01-18 17:31
Subject:Subject
Security:Public
Mood:feelin like some sodomy
Music:Mosquito Song - Queens of the Stone Age

Last night i found the Candyland cd-rom on a street. I've been playing it for about an hour and I now officially feel like the biggest loser this side of the Mason-Dixon line. Here's a sort of interesting story: I was in 7-11 last night at 3:30 am when i was waiting to buy my reeses pieces. The person purchasing at the counter was drunk, and his friend was high (i know this because they proclaimed to this point quite vehemently). I happened to be both, and so was my buddy gavin. Then some punkish looking brats came in to buy munchies also. Now it just so happens that the clerk is down with the scene, prompting something B-E-A-U-tiful to happen. 7-11 erupted into a giant cacophonous mess full of inebriated lads. Everybody in the store was openly discussing their drug usage with everyone including the clerk, who also participated. Nobody knew anyone in that place, but for one or two fleeting minutes, we were like a big messed up, disfunctional, all male family. By the way, I stole 3 reeses nutrageous, 2 snickers, a pack of swedish fish, and a boston cream donut.

P.S. don't steal cream filled donuts by putting it in your pocket. It's a bad idea.

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Date:2004-01-16 02:22
Subject:huh?
Security:Public
Mood:constipated
Music:Guns of Brixton - The Clash

What would YOU do if you found donkey porn on your grandma's computer? Would you confront her about it or just not say anything? I've been thinking about this and I've come to a conclusion, and it is this: I really don't like to think about my grandma whacking off to donkey porn so I'm gonna talk about root beer. My favorite kind has to be Barq's, it has that badass bite to it. My second favorite is, of course, Dad's Old Fashioned, it's old fashioned so how can't you like it? And my third favorite is boobs. And so ends this glorious entry into a journal that like 10 people might look at.

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Date:2004-01-12 15:43
Subject:woah
Security:Public

here it is. A lot happened these past few weeks, none cooler than the QP me and a few friends downed in one fucking day, before 10:00pm. now im in school again at UCF. You'd think it would be easy to find stoners in college, but apparently whenever im out, they all go inside. Just one of those things i suppose. By the way, its a bad idea to chug cheap vodka. I found that out inside of a george apt., incidently, the same place I disappeared to for a week and a half. Reminds me, my parents are some strange people. Prior to my trip to george's, i had talked to my parents like once since moving to O Tizzle. And then after i leave my place for a while they want to get in touch with me, and since they couldn't, the natural thing to do is to file a missing persons report, right? well, thats what they almost did (they were one day away from filing it when i called them). Now to the present, i am here in front of my compooper typing, wishing in my head that somehow a magical bag of mary would show up outside my door. If there is anyone out there who would take pity on me and deliver me a bag, i would seriously consider paying in blood, sperm, or greenbacks.

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Date:2003-11-30 04:29
Subject:im drunk
Security:Public
Mood: drunk
Music:back to the future 3 - rock on marty mcfly

heres the lay down. tonight the entire crew got high on drugs. then after george george and joe left to head to kieth's, me mike rainey tim and rob just plain needed to get messed up on a drug. the sad thing was none of us had any money and without money no drugs could be had........unless we STOLE THEM! so off went the die hard alcoholic mike to our local BP to buy beer without actually paying for it. i watched from the bushes as mike went in, picked up two 12 packs, and left. now the great thing is, the clerk didnt notice when mike left cause she was fat, and she wasnt looking. we got back to my apartment and began the hardcore drinking with me and mike mainly. rob and rainey both quit the beer cause they dont enjoy the taste, but me and mike and tim went on a mission to get drunk, and we were successful! So the moral of this story is....nothing tastes better than stolen beer. and oh ya....back to the future 3 is a most entartaining movie when you're drunk like me.

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Date:2003-11-26 11:38
Subject:random kindness
Security:Public
Mood: grateful
Music:the pixies - surfer rosa

today reaffirmed my faith in the kindness of some strangers. To start out this tale, i burned my roommates pot by accident. No not THAT pot, but a real cook some soup type of pot. So being that im not an asshole, i promised to get another one. This meant i had to get money, and for a jobless loser like myself, money has to be cherished for food and weed (ya know, the essentials). So off i went to a plasma donation center where i let them suck 900 grams of my plasmic fluid out of my body for 15 dollars. And from there i went my local Wal-Mart to buy pot...i mean A pot. Anyhoo, i go to the check out with my pot and my skateboard, and on the way i pass a portly african-american female buying soda, lettuce, and water. As i pass her she asks me "you cookin' somethin'", and holy damn was i tempted to say "no, i just want to have a bathtub for my ferret", but i didnt and said "yep". Then she told me that she was moving to atlanta today and she had a pot in her car that she would give me. I just about busted my nut right there because that meant i would save 10 bucks. I then helped her with her groceries and she gave me an old pot (but still in very good condition). So thanks mrs. black lady, you helped this poor college kid on his way to a dimebag. cheers.

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Date:2003-11-25 20:36
Subject:
Security:Public
Mood: bored
Music:white stripes - broken bricks

look out world, cwik has an online journal. i hate hearing useless bullshit in peoples journals about how they did this and that all day until they went to sleep. So im just gonna give a funny/entartaining/educational story in every entry.
A few weeks ago, me and mike (whos last name is the name of a movie), got really high with the crew. After A LOT of festivities, we drove to port to bring home a semi-passed out joe. And with marijuana, one of the side effects is increased hunger (i.e. the munchies). The whole way to port we were trying to think of ways to get free food. After dropping joe off at 12:30 or so, me and mike went on a search for food. On the way back from port we hatched a scheme to rob Denny's of two meals. We had this thing down to a fucking science...how to do it and how to get away with it. We arrived, we parked, we ordered, we ate, and we did all of this without a penny between us. After we finished, we left the place like fucking secret agents...mike out the front acting like he couldn't get a cell phone signal, and me out the back like i was going to the bathroom. We got away and needless to say, went and got high again with full bellies. But go figure, there was this one person there at 1:00 in the morning who recognized mike (but not me). AMBER PEACOCK, watch out for this one because she is a FUCKING RAT. At 3 in the morning, mike's momma got a call from denny's telling her mike and some other kid just dined and dashed. Shit was created because of that rat AMBER PEACOCK. So kids, the moral of this story is watch what you do/say around AMBER PEACOCK, because that cock will rat you out. By the way.....Denny's never got their $17.26. Take that.

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Date:2003-11-24 21:44
Subject:
Security:Public
Mood: bored
Music:white stripes - broken bricks

Hey everybody, isnt this some funny shit, Cwik has an online journal. Just to keep everyone updated, im not doing a damn thing. I didnt do a damn thing yesterday either, but today i thought about doing something tomorrow. Maybe i will, maybe i wont, but whatever i do it will look really cool when i do it, believe dat. I sorta feel sorry for anyone who reads this, because anything i write in here wont make you smarter, faster, or stronger, but i guess it will kill some time between masturbating sessions. On a lighter note, I havent altered any sensual perceptions (gotten high) in some days. I'll live, but i'll be fucking bitter while im living. So on that, im gonna go and do something more important....watch TV.

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Date:2003-11-24 21:44
Subject:
Security:Public
Mood: bored
Music:white stripes - broken bricks

Hey everybody, isnt this some funny shit, Cwik has an online journal. Just to keep everyone updated, im not doing a damn thing. I didnt do a damn thing yesterday either, but today i thought about doing something tomorrow. Maybe i will, maybe i wont, but whatever i do it will look really cool when i do it, believe dat. I sorta feel sorry for anyone who reads this, because anything i write in here wont make you smarter, faster, or stronger, but i guess it will kill some time between masturbating sessions. On a lighter note, I havent altered any sensual perceptions (gotten high) in some days. I'll live, but i'll be fucking bitter while im living. So on that, im gonna go and do something more important....watch TV.

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