<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4436955592604297663</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:49:47.895+10:00</updated><title type='text'>INCONSIDERATE ME</title><subtitle type='html'>All things proving I'm not worth the time.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereisadeadend.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4436955592604297663/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereisadeadend.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>thefirstthreemonths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077832245396050890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4436955592604297663.post-773003058740442220</id><published>2009-04-17T16:28:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T16:36:20.426+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here is a Quiz I did on myspace recently.&lt;br /&gt;One person appreciated my genius and we went on to have a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;I asked her on a date to take the piss and she proceeds to tell me she has a boyfriend, she later gives me her number anyway, I won't call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start At The Bottom....................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF TOM CRUISE KNOCKS ON MY DOOR IM NOT LETTING IN SO HE CAN JUMP UP AND DOWN ON MY COUCH LIKE A HUGE FAGGOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please note i do not currently have use of a computer&lt;br /&gt;it's at the doctors getting de-trojaned&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Original Message -----------------&lt;br /&gt;From: STRIP LIMBO&lt;br /&gt;To: CASSANDRA.&lt;br /&gt;Date: 17 Apr 2009, 04:21 PM&lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: my answers are pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE JESUS AND I GOING TO HAVE TO PUT A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SC IE NT OL OG Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUR SE ON Y OU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;msn plz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Original Message -----------------&lt;br /&gt;From: CASSANDRA.&lt;br /&gt;To: STRIP LIMBO&lt;br /&gt;Date: 17 Apr 2009, 04:15 PM&lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: my answers are pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS FOR BEING NICE&lt;br /&gt;BUT YOU CAN CONTINUE BEING A DICK&lt;br /&gt;I DONT/CHRIS WONT CARE&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU EVER OFFENDED ME ID SIMPLY KICK YOU IN THE SHINS&lt;br /&gt;REPEATEDLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOO BAD IF YOU DIDNT WANT MY NUMBER YOU UNAPPRECIATIVE SOD&lt;br /&gt;YOUVE GOT IT NOW&lt;br /&gt;DEAL WITH IT&lt;br /&gt;CRY TO YOUR MATE JESUS ABOUT IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Original Message -----------------&lt;br /&gt;From: STRIP LIMBO&lt;br /&gt;To: CASSANDRA.&lt;br /&gt;Date: 17 Apr 2009, 04:02 PM&lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: my answers are pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVEN THOUGH I WAS SAYING IT JUST TO BE A DICK TO YOU&lt;br /&gt;I WOULD NEVER HAVE SAID IT IF I KNEW CHOG WAS IN THE PICTURE,&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S JUST DISRESPECTFUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IF I DON'T WANT YOUR NUMBER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Original Message -----------------&lt;br /&gt;From: CASSANDRA.&lt;br /&gt;To: STRIP LIMBO&lt;br /&gt;Date: 17 Apr 2009, 04:01 PM&lt;br /&gt;Subject: my answers are pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT AS GOOD AS THE LAST ONE&lt;br /&gt;STILL RATES THOUGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04xx xxx xxx&lt;br /&gt;WHY DONT I HAVE YOUR NUMBER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS DOESNT MEAN WE'RE DATING EITHER&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Bulletin Message -----------------&lt;br /&gt;From: STRIP LIMBO&lt;br /&gt;To:&lt;br /&gt;Date: 17 Apr 2009, 12:34 PM&lt;br /&gt;Subject: my answers are pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah,&lt;br /&gt;something unimportant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I actually get really excited when i see quizzes come up as bulletins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POSSIMPOBILE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you single on your last birthday?&lt;br /&gt;FUCK NO, IF YOU DON'T HAVE A PARTNER ON YOUR BIRTHDAY YOU DON'T GET THAT ONE AWESOME "I LOVE YOU AND YOU BETTER GET ME SOMETHING JUST AS FUCKING AWESOME ON MY BIRTHDAY" PRESENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;LAST NIGHT FAST AND FOURIOUS. WELL, IT'S ACTUALLY CALLED FAST AND FURIOUS BUT WOULDN'T IT HAVE BEEN CLEVER OF THEM TO CALL IT FAST AND FOURIOUS SINCE IT'S LIKE, THE FOURTH ONE LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a reason to smile right now?&lt;br /&gt;OF COURSE, I'M FILLING OUT A MOTHERFUCKING QUIZ, I THINK ONLY ONE PERSON UNDERSTANDS HOW MUCH I ACTUALLY LOVE QUIZZES (ALSO HOW'S HOW I CLICKED ON MY iTUNES BEFORE I STARTED THE QUIZ AND IT TOOK UNTIL JUST NOW TO OPEN, THAT'S A BIT SHIT IN MY HONEST OPINION).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YEAH, BITCH!&lt;br /&gt;I WOULD GET THE YOUNGER ME SOOO MANY BABES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i WOULD PULL SOMETHING LIKE "I'VE CAME BACK FORM THE FUTURE AND BLAH BLAH YOU HAVE TO HELP ME SAVE THE EARTH BY SLEEPING WITH THE YOUNGER VERSION OF ME"&lt;br /&gt;PRETTY SURE BARNEY DID IT IN HIMYM SEASON 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the last person on your received calls list?&lt;br /&gt;JESUS, HE WAS INFORMING ME ABOUT A HOODIE SALE THAT WAS ON AND ALSO THE LATEST SCIENTOLOGY MEETING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you marry for money?&lt;br /&gt;ONCE AGAIN... FUCK YEAH, BITCH!&lt;br /&gt;I NEED ME A SUGA MUMMA!&lt;br /&gt;I'D WAX DAT BIG OL' ASS E'RY NIGHT FOR A BIT O' DAT CA$H!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you're wasting your time on the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;THE REAL QUESTION IS...&lt;br /&gt;IS THE PERSON I LIKE WASTING THEIR TIME ON ME?&lt;br /&gt;WELL THAT ISN'T REALLY A RELEVANT QUESTION I SUPPOSE BECAUSE I HATE EVERYONE SO THERE'S NO TIME WASTING ON ANYONE'S PART.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, WAIT, I SUPPOSE I DON'T HATE EVERYONE, I MEAN THE LADY DOWN AT THE PETROL STATION IS PRETTY NICE AND I'VE NEVER HAD BEEF WITH ANYONE AT THE VIDEO STORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's more important, trust or happiness?&lt;br /&gt;"Can't be happy if u can't trust someone.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;THIS WAS KAT'S ANSWER, HOW GENERIC, THANKS KAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE RIGHT ANSWER IS "TRAPPINESS"&lt;br /&gt;IT'S A PLACE YOU FIND YOURSELF IN A RELATIONSHIP WHERE YOUR BALLS ARE IN A VICE UNDER HER BED AND YOU PRETTY MUCH HAVE NO REAL THOUGHTS OF YOUR OWN AND YOUR BALLS ALSO HURT A WHOLE LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it okay to kiss people when you're single?&lt;br /&gt;KISS WHERE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE IMPLYING MORE THAN ONE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...SLUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you met someone who is amazing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYDAY WHEN I LOOK IN THE MIRROR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO WHEN I RE-READ MY OWN QUIZZES I THINK...&lt;br /&gt;"WHO WROTE THIS AMAZING PIECE OF LITERATURE WHICH REALLY SHOULD BE ARCHIVED?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 4 in the morning, your phone rings, who is it?&lt;br /&gt;THE 4AM WAKE UP CALL GUY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR POSSIBLY GOD, FINALLY RETURNING MY CALLS, I THINK THAT PRICK IS AVOIDING ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like competition?&lt;br /&gt;DEPENDS WHAT IT'S FOR...&lt;br /&gt;I MEAN IF IT WERE 2 HOT BISEXUAL FEMALES OF CONSENTING AGE FIGHTING OVER WHO WOULD HAVE THEIR WAY WITH ME FIRST, THEN YEAH THAT'S A COMPETITION I COULD GET BEHIND, THEN ON TOP, THEN UNDER... BUT ANYWAY IF IT WERE SAY... A COMPETITION IN CABBAGE PATCH SNATCHING OR OSH KOSH B'GOSHIN' I DON'T THINK THAT'S A COMPETITION I WOULD BE VERY INTO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever hugged a complete stranger?&lt;br /&gt;WHY ARE YOU SO INTERESTED IN ME AND WHO I'VE HUGGED ALL OF A SUDDEN? LET'S TALK ABOUT HOW MANY PEOPLE YOU'VE HUGGED LATELY, YOU'RE JUST GIVING AWAY HUGS, DO THEY NOT MEAN ANYTHING TO YOU?!?!&lt;br /&gt;HOW LONG UNTIL YOU'RE JUST ANOTHER HUGGER OUT ON THE STREET GIVING AWAY HUGS FOR CRACK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does seeing couples in love make you mad?&lt;br /&gt;NO WHAT WOULD BUM ME OUT THOUGH WAS IF I DIDN'T HAVE A DICK AND I WAS FORCED TO WATCH PORNO ALL DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MAN, THAT'D SUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY THE WAY, HOW GOOD IS CHROMEO, SERIOUSLY?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt like you literally needed someone?&lt;br /&gt;WELL YEAH, IF I NEED SOMEONE TO CLEAN MY HOUSE AND SHE'S NOT HERE (YES, IT'S A SHE LOL) THEN MY HOUSE ISN'T GETTING CLEANED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO THAT'S A REALLY DUMB QUESTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last song played more than three times?&lt;br /&gt;SOMETHING SUPERGAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you were really happy?&lt;br /&gt;WHEN I HAD CASHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE REALLY, LET'S FACE IT, NOBODY REALLY MATTERS BUT&lt;br /&gt;C.R.E.A.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When do you want to die?&lt;br /&gt;WHEN I CAN'T REMEMBER SHIT ANYMORE OR WHEN I CAN'T LOOK AFTER MYSELF, WAIT, SHOULD'NT THAT MEAN I SHOULD DIE RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does someone love you?&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE?&lt;br /&gt;MORE LIKE FUCKING EVERYONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to cuddle?&lt;br /&gt;DIDN'T WE GO OVER THIS BULLSHIT ALREADY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUDDLE/COKEWHORE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ticklish?&lt;br /&gt;YES, I'M ALSO COVERED IN RED HAIR AND I START TO VIBRATE IF YOU TICKLE ME ENOUGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's on your bedroom floor?&lt;br /&gt;A PLACE FOR FRIENDS...&lt;br /&gt;NO, WAIT, THAT'S MYSPACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When's the next time you will kiss somebody?&lt;br /&gt;NEXT TIME I CAN CONVINCE A GIRL THAT I'M A SECRET AGENT/CELEBRITY/ASTRONAUT/SOMETHING EQUALLY AS AWESOME THAT SHE'LL NEVER GET THE CHANCE TO MAKE OUT WITH AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear the hood on your hoodie?&lt;br /&gt;IF I DIDN'T WHY WOULDNT I JUST BUY A CREW NECK?&lt;br /&gt;PLUS JESUS SAID IT'S COOL, AND THAT'S HOW WE ROLLIN'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you held hands with anybody in the past week?&lt;br /&gt;WHY WOULD I DO THAT?!&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY, WHY WOULD I EVEN THINK ABOUT THAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the person you have feelings for right now?&lt;br /&gt;PROBABLY PASSED OUT IN THE SEWER AND MEETING A GIANT FISH AND FUCKING IT'S BRAINS OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want any tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;YES, I HOPE TO ONE DAY GET A TATTOO OF THE MOST AMAZING THING ANYONE HAS EVER SEEN, OH WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish that you were somewhere else right now?&lt;br /&gt;SHIT YEAH, I WISH I WAS HUNG OVER RIGHT NOW CAUSE THAT'D MEAN I HAD A FUCKING GREAT NIGHT LAST NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever slept in a car?&lt;br /&gt;I ONCE FELL ASLEEP IN A CAR WHILE I WAS DRIVING IT, GOOD TIMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DID THAT STORY END YOU ASK? WELL IT'S A SAD ENDING, I DIED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever worn the opposite sex's clothing?&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE SEE MY MYSPACE PICS PROBABLY IN THE NEWCASTLE FOLDER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think relationships are ever worth it?&lt;br /&gt;WORTH WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;GOLD? SILVER? CASH MONEY?&lt;br /&gt;GIVING UP PLAYING WoW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connection between you and the last person who text messaged you?&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE FROM THE SAME TOWN AND HE DATES A FRIEND OF MINE, NOW I SEE/HANG OUT WITH HIM MORE THAN I DO MY FRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone who would just drop everything to come see you?&lt;br /&gt;THE DEBT COLLECTOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, would you rather go forward a week or back a week?&lt;br /&gt;BACK A WEEK, BECAUSE LAST WEEKEND WAS A SWEET PARTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has someone ever told you they would love you forever?&lt;br /&gt;NOBODY'S THAT SILLY, EVERYONE KNOWS THEY CAN ONLY LOVE ME FOR A SHORT AMOUNT OF TIME BEFORE THEY HATE ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a forgiving person?&lt;br /&gt;WAS JESUS A FORGIVING PERSON?&lt;br /&gt;NO, HE LET A BUNCH OF MOTHERFUCKERS CRUCIFY HIM BECAUSE HE HATED THE WORLD SO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old is your boyfriend/ girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;I PRACTICE POLYGAMY AND HAVE 6 GIRLFRIENDS AND THEY WILL ALL BE TURNING 22 NEXT WEDNESDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you thought about an ex today?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH, SHE'S BUYING ME PHO ON SUNDAY, SHIT YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you date someone who lived in another state?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH, I'M ACTUALLY THINKING ABOUT DATING SOMEONE ON THE SPACE STATION TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When's the last time you said you were fine, but really weren't?&lt;br /&gt;WHEN I GOT BITTEN BY A ZOMBIE TYPE CREATURE AND GOT INFECTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WOKE UP AS MICHELLE RODRIGUEZ THAT MORNING, STRANGE DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you consider yourself lucky?&lt;br /&gt;NO, IF I WAS LEGITIMATELY LUCKY I WOULD WIN ON THE POKIES EVERY TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in karma?&lt;br /&gt;DO I BELIEVE IN JESUS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you okay with the life you live?&lt;br /&gt;MY WHOLE CREW IS LOUNGIN', CELEBRATIN' EVERYDAY, NO MORE PUBLIC HOUSIN'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you told a secret to?&lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;SO YOU CAN STRING THEM UP AND BEAT IT OUT OF THEM?!&lt;br /&gt;I WOULD, SECRETS ARE GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you live with "ghetto" people in your neighborhood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAH IT'S PRETTY CHILL, I MEAN MY BIN GETS LIT ON FIRE AND MY WINDOWS GET SMASHED NIGHTLY BUT IT'S COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were getting married tomorrow, do you know who'd be your best man?&lt;br /&gt;PROBABLY PHILIP SEYMOUR HOFFMAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you give up easily?&lt;br /&gt;SURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you go when you want to be alone?&lt;br /&gt;who fucking cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you enjoy your summer?&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS SEVEN MONTHS LONG AND I SPENT HALF OF IT IN AMERICA, YOU DECIDE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ex runs into you and hugs you, what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW WHAT, THIS QUIZ IS SO STUPID THAT ON SUNDAY WHEN WE HANG OUT IF SHE HUGS ME I'LL SCREAM STRANGER DANGER AND RUN AWAY AND...ahh fuck it why am i still filling this shit out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever consider adoption?&lt;br /&gt;SURE, I THINK I'M TOO OLD TO BE ADOPTED NOW THOUGH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think back 5 months ago, were you single?&lt;br /&gt;YES, WHY IS THIS RELEVANT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it easy to make you smile?&lt;br /&gt;BOURBON, COKE, TERRIBLE MUSIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERFECT SMILE FORMULA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a bad habit?&lt;br /&gt;BAD HABIT OF BEING TOO AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you date someone taller than you?&lt;br /&gt;NO, STRAIGHT OUT FUCK THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW ABOUT YOU DATE SOMEONE TALLER THAN YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something surprising happen to you today?&lt;br /&gt;NOT SURPRISING JUST AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT GOING INTO DETAIL BECAUSE REALLY IT DOESN'T MATTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a loud person?&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE ONE VOLUME WHEN DRUNK... PAAAARRRTTTTYYYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was this New Years enjoyable?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH, NOT TOO BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD FRIENDS, GOOD BOOZE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you almost named?&lt;br /&gt;JIMMY CRACK CORN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time did you wake up this morning, why?&lt;br /&gt;8AM, HAD TO DRIVE CRISTIAN TO THE STATION, MOTHERFUCCKKKERRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is you're best friend?&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A FRIEND IN JESUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS WHERE THIS CONVERSATION ENDS...&lt;br /&gt;I DO ANOTHER QUIZ THE NEXT DAY WHICH WASN'T AS AWESOME AND THE CONVERSATION CONTINUES...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cass, seriously, when was the last time I even saw you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIMYM IS AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Original Message -----------------&lt;br /&gt;From: CASSANDRA.&lt;br /&gt;To: STRIP LIMBO&lt;br /&gt;Date: 16 Apr 2009, 04:34 PM&lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: I got so desperate I rolled someone today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN FOR LIKE THE LAST ALMOST A YEAR?!&lt;br /&gt;WALKING AROUND WITH YOUR EYES CLOSED OVER? (LOL QUIZ REF XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is how i met your mother good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Original Message -----------------&lt;br /&gt;From: STRIP LIMBO&lt;br /&gt;To: CASSANDRA.&lt;br /&gt;Date: 16 Apr 2009, 04:31 PM&lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: I got so desperate I rolled someone today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU GOING OUT WITH CHOG?????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF SO, I LEGITIMATELY KNOW... NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAGGARD IS LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER WHAT YOU WERE GOING TO SAY AND I'LL READ THIS AGAIN LATORZ, I'M GOING TO WATCH HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER SEASON 4.&lt;br /&gt;PEACE OUT, SHAMU! (AND YES I DID JUST CALL YOU A KILLER WHALE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Original Message -----------------&lt;br /&gt;From: CASSANDRA.&lt;br /&gt;To: STRIP LIMBO&lt;br /&gt;Date: 16 Apr 2009, 04:24 PM&lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: I got so desperate I rolled someone today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chog.&lt;br /&gt;do you know nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't actually watched haggard in like three years, AND i own it. i should watch it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was going to say something else but i forgot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Original Message -----------------&lt;br /&gt;From: STRIP LIMBO&lt;br /&gt;To: CASSANDRA.&lt;br /&gt;Date: 16 Apr 2009, 04:15 PM&lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: I got so desperate I rolled someone today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know who Christopher is, let alone ask him for permission to do ANYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;And also I'm so glad you got that reference, I was worried it would fall to the wayside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED ANOTHER QUIZ TO DO!&lt;br /&gt;i might actually post the quiz on MY blog so the appreciators of true awesomeness can revel in my amazing-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Original Message -----------------&lt;br /&gt;From: CASSANDRA.&lt;br /&gt;To: STRIP LIMBO&lt;br /&gt;Date: 16 Apr 2009, 04:05 PM&lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: I got so desperate I rolled someone today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASK CHRISTOPHER FOR PERMISHUNZ LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also forgot to mention the line from haggard you cleverly used in your quiz. oh me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Original Message -----------------&lt;br /&gt;From: STRIP LIMBO&lt;br /&gt;To: CASSANDRA.&lt;br /&gt;Date: 16 Apr 2009, 04:01 PM&lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: I got so desperate I rolled someone today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you too Cassandra, wanna date?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Original Message -----------------&lt;br /&gt;From: CASSANDRA.&lt;br /&gt;To: STRIP LIMBO&lt;br /&gt;Date: 16 Apr 2009, 01:54 PM&lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: I got so desperate I rolled someone today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you weren't so good at being clever when it comes to answering quizzes to kill the copious amounts of time you have on your hands at the moment, i may not have suppressed the urge to throw a shoe at your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i enjoyed the second half of the quiz the most, particularly when your caps lock appeared to be stuck.&lt;br /&gt;i can also imagine you yelling out 'THATS NEXT WEEK YOU FUCKS' irl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know you enjoy lurking my blog, you smart mouthed twerp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Original Message -----------------&lt;br /&gt;From: STRIP LIMBO&lt;br /&gt;To: CASSANDRA.&lt;br /&gt;Date: 16 Apr 2009, 01:40 PM&lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: I got so desperate I rolled someone today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my favourite answer is the one about the panda riding the bike over a bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty clever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what, you should print this out take a photo of it and then post it on your blog, then you wont be doing anything out of the ordinary and you stay the same old boring, photo posting, Cass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Original Message -----------------&lt;br /&gt;From: CASSANDRA.&lt;br /&gt;To: STRIP LIMBO&lt;br /&gt;Date: 16 Apr 2009, 12:59 PM&lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: I got so desperate I rolled someone today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just read it again.&lt;br /&gt;i think i laughed even more the second time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should post the quiz on my blog amongst the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Original Message -----------------&lt;br /&gt;From: STRIP LIMBO&lt;br /&gt;To: CASSANDRA.&lt;br /&gt;Date: 16 Apr 2009, 12:02 PM&lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: I got so desperate I rolled someone today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I re-read it just then and realised how amazing I actually am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please read all future quizzes because they will all be in the same vein as this one so hopefully I can teach people not to take themselves so seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your time,&lt;br /&gt;now go post some more photos of stuff in your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-AJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Original Message -----------------&lt;br /&gt;From: CASSANDRA.&lt;br /&gt;To: STRIP LIMBO&lt;br /&gt;Date: 16 Apr 2009, 08:40 AM&lt;br /&gt;Subject: I got so desperate I rolled someone today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;good quiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Bulletin Message -----------------&lt;br /&gt;From: STRIP LIMBO&lt;br /&gt;To:&lt;br /&gt;Date: 15 Apr 2009, 06:34 PM&lt;br /&gt;Subject: I got so desperate I rolled someone today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans for tonight?&lt;br /&gt;JUST BE SUPER AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think back to June, were you in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we broke up because I'm a scientologist, she couldn't deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose hoodie did you wear last?&lt;br /&gt;Jesus' (Yes, true, I do hang with Jesus, he's a Scientologist too, he also wears awesome hoodies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone who drinks a lot?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and those same people piss a lot too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you like anyone last summer?&lt;br /&gt;The last 7 months have been summer for me, i'm killin' it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you went camping?&lt;br /&gt;The last time I was on oxford street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is your life lately?&lt;br /&gt;Trill, though hating unemployment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the person you want to kiss right now?&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea where Lily Allen or Rihanna are right now, hopefully kissing each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you go out in public, looking like you do now?&lt;br /&gt;I did this morning, Spanish Bombs FOR REAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color are your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where will your next kiss take place?&lt;br /&gt;Under the moonlight sky, while taking a ride in a horse and carriage, with a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with your door open or closed?&lt;br /&gt;closed over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you always get along with your friends?&lt;br /&gt;yeah our lives are actually like a sit-com we live across the hall from one and other and there's always something crazy happening to one of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who makes you happiest?&lt;br /&gt;Jailbait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whens your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;22nd April.&lt;br /&gt;(THAT'S NEXT WEEK YOU FUCKS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something you're looking forward to in the next month?&lt;br /&gt;A job?&lt;br /&gt;whether it be a hand job or a job with the government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you hold back what you want to say?&lt;br /&gt;most of the time but one time my son wished I wouldn't lie when he blew out his candles so for 24 hours I said exactly what was on my mind, it was torture, i should have belted the kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;starring in a gay porno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to?&lt;br /&gt;sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 months from now?&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't count on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the last person you kissed mad at you?&lt;br /&gt;who cares, i'm awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever get a tattoo?&lt;br /&gt;would a panda ever ride a bike over a bridge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many piercings do you have?&lt;br /&gt;14 at last count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day been rough?&lt;br /&gt;If waking up at midday, and spending the rest of my life being awesome is rough then yeah my day has been FUCKED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you dye your hair?&lt;br /&gt;yeah but my balls started to burn, so I stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you say you don't care, do you mean it?&lt;br /&gt;NO, I ACTUALLY CRY ON THE INSIDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone who has messed up your life?&lt;br /&gt;Morpheus, WHY DID YOU HAVE TO OPEN MY EYES TO THE TRUTH? WHY DID YOU MAKE ME FOLLOW THE WHITE RABBIT?&lt;br /&gt;WHY COULDN'T YOU LET ME LEAD A LIFE OF IGNORANCE?&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is something bothering you right now?&lt;br /&gt;WHO GAVE PATRICK HERNANDEZ A RECORD DEAL!?!&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE SHOOT YOUR DICK OFF RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you go back in time to change something?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH I WOULD TRY OUT FOR FALL OUT BOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever read Twilight?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH AND THEN I JERKED OFF STALEFISH TO GAY PORN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What pisses you off more than anything?&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE WHO DON'T LIKE WHINEY PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened at 9?&lt;br /&gt;A.M.? WHO FUCKING CARES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you said out loud?&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT STUPID SHIT HAS THAT RETARD POSTED NOW?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid of the dark?&lt;br /&gt;Which episode?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone put their arm around you in the past 5 days?&lt;br /&gt;There was that dude in that tunnel but I left the oven on at home so i couldn't hang around to find out what he wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past week have you felt sad?&lt;br /&gt;Sad like "aww my boyfriend broke up with me after I lost my virginity to him" or sad like "I'm pretty sure there's cum on my new favourite dress"??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you go outside for more than 30 minutes today?&lt;br /&gt;FUCK NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a best friend that knows you inside and out?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like me and Elton John are besties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>thefirstthreemonths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077832245396050890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4436955592604297663.post-4439925215364533814</id><published>2009-03-31T19:17:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T19:30:04.801+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The wheels are in motion.</title><content type='html'>Today I went to inquire about doing volunteer work as a Youth Worker.&lt;br /&gt;This has been something on my "to-do" list for a long time, they gave me the contacts I needed to get on track and actually get into a role like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wasting away on 'The Dole' for too long now, hopefully with something like this I will actually be doing something productive and getting to somewhere I really want to be in life instead of managing a fucking fast-food restaurant until the end of forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initiative/Motivation/Positivity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow another day of "Job-Search Training" and another day of boredom, frustration and a constant reminder that I hate everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4436955592604297663-4439925215364533814?l=hereisadeadend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereisadeadend.blogspot.com/feeds/4439925215364533814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4436955592604297663&amp;postID=4439925215364533814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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decided it's time for a quick update on my uninteresting, unemployed life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Last four weeks have been great, everyday Tim and I go to a centrelink appointed "Job Search Training" course at Salvation Army Employment Plus Lake Haven everyday and we have to turn up for at least twelve days or our payments get cut-off and as sad and desperate as that sounds we actually need them. &lt;br /&gt;The course goes from Monday to Thursday, 9.30am - 1.30pm, So all in all I really should only be there for three weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is now my 7th week, Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living on the dole sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also just to prove I don't sit around waiting for jobs to come to me, here's just one night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/?action=view&amp;current=seeklist.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/seeklist.jpg" border="0" 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title='QUPDATE.'/><author><name>thefirstthreemonths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077832245396050890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4436955592604297663.post-4368269333145527241</id><published>2009-02-06T01:17:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T01:53:58.356+11:00</updated><title type='text'>RUINED.</title><content type='html'>Just came home from our 2nd practice this week, we've successfully learned 6 covers in 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually really proud of the dudes at the moment, normally our productivity is in reverse and it will take 3 hours to just bang out one set or 3 weeks to finish writing one song or sometimes 3 months to get around to learning a cover and somehow we actually managed to smash through SIX FUCKING COVERS in 2 days. &lt;br /&gt;Now all we've got to do is play them live without completely fucking them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after all this I'm totally fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also i'm annoyed, but that's another story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4436955592604297663-4368269333145527241?l=hereisadeadend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereisadeadend.blogspot.com/feeds/4368269333145527241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4436955592604297663&amp;postID=4368269333145527241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4436955592604297663/posts/default/4368269333145527241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4436955592604297663/posts/default/4368269333145527241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereisadeadend.blogspot.com/2009/02/ruined.html' title='RUINED.'/><author><name>thefirstthreemonths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077832245396050890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4436955592604297663.post-3192645843207544355</id><published>2009-01-28T15:58:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T16:42:18.749+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I talk way too much about things that won't happen.</title><content type='html'>I decided next time my band plays I'm going to stand perfectly still and stare into the microphone while I sing.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder If anyone will say anything to me after?&lt;br /&gt;like "hey good set, man!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want to be somewhere saying(singing) something, should you fake it?&lt;br /&gt;Or even better, If you don't believe you should be on a stage screaming bullshit into peoples faces should you lead them to believe you want to be there? Probably not, I don't think it's fair that if you don't believe your own bullshit why should you make anyone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get bands, don't get people who watch bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note I've been invited to an open day for a company that might want me to work for them in Bondi. &lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this puts me on my way to getting down to Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday a friend told me she's moving to Melbourne soon, kinda sucks but greener grass, hey? etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm halfway through MY name is Earl season 3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4436955592604297663-3192645843207544355?l=hereisadeadend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereisadeadend.blogspot.com/feeds/3192645843207544355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4436955592604297663.post-5061964984944602643</id><published>2009-01-28T02:20:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T02:27:27.957+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My Top 5...</title><content type='html'>only a few people will understand this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/?action=view&amp;current=morganfreeman.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/morganfreeman.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/?action=view&amp;current=will_smith.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/will_smith.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/?action=view&amp;current=odb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/odb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/?action=view&amp;current=Chris_Rock_178772m.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/Chris_Rock_178772m.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/?action=view&amp;current=biggie-smalls.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/biggie-smalls.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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5...'/><author><name>thefirstthreemonths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077832245396050890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4436955592604297663.post-1749125326225523194</id><published>2009-01-27T17:46:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T19:12:00.678+11:00</updated><title type='text'>ANOTHER UPDATE AS TO WHERE I'M AT.</title><content type='html'>MY THROAT FEELS LIKE A GOLF BALL IS LODGED INSIDE IT, FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the tour is over which was so far from a success it's not even funny.&lt;br /&gt;This was supposed to be our 7" launch tour which we didn't actually 7"s for, mistake number one.&lt;br /&gt;the shows we played were all in the middle of nowhere, mistake number two.&lt;br /&gt;We sold next to nothing, which meant we all needed to pull out of pocket for petrol and van hire. Normally something like that wouldn't bother me too much but right now I'm unemployed and that's not by choice so I'm getting the dole or (Newstart: job seeker allowance) which only pays so much a fortnight, I mean it's pretty good for free money but I'm in a lot of fucking debt from my trip which is still causing me grief, I owe money on my credit card, my car, I'm also trying to put petrol in that fucker, Paying board and god forbid I'm trying to stay sane by having a bit of a social life.&lt;br /&gt;So having to fork out nearly a good $200 for something when i make less than that a week isn't exactly the funnest thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm not going to lie, the tour was fun as fuck and I'm pretty bummed to be home again, and it bums me out even more that we're so unorganised and slow moving that it probably won't happen again for another year, that's if the band's even still together. (I apologize for my lack of faith in the band's future, but considering the past, the future looks pretty bleak)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The First show of the tour outside of Sydney being Pepper's house was the funnest show I have ever played (probably apart from Ruiner). We all drank all day and just partied on until we played last playing the drunkest set ever.&lt;br /&gt;I had gained quite a bit of sunburn on my neck and shoulders from wearing a singlet all day so my asshole Melbourne friends decided it was a good idea to slap my sunburn while we played, they also thought it was awesome to wedgie the fuck out of me until the waistband on my briefs pretty much ripped right off, awesome.&lt;br /&gt;During the last song Matt breaks a string and thinks it's a good idea to sing the song too all the while moshing into my fucking face near knocking me out, i walked out of the room mid song and spewed.&lt;br /&gt;After the show we chilled for a bit, I sobered up and the we headed out to Bang! for a night filled with pure raging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Next day we drove out to Geelong to play a show with Wish For Wings where about 25 kids showed up, awesome! We load our gear in and get our wristbands and we're all quite hung over from the festivities the night before so we grab some KFC from around to corner to ease the pain, we chill there for a while and as we get back we get told we were supposed to be setting up our gear 5 minutes ago, we haven't even sussed gear to borrow yet, so we get told we can't play anymore by the fuckwit sound guy with an even more fuckwit haircut (i actually said "cool" and was ready to go home because I didn't want to play anyway). &lt;br /&gt;We track down the dude who booked the show, Benny and we ask him what's going on and he ends up being a fucking champion of a dude and tells us to sort out our gear and set up real quick and we'll be right to play, we get it done as quick as our hung-over bodies can and play a 5 song set with as little personality as possible while i apologise between every song for being late etc. We get off stage and end up hanging outside the show for the rest of it and we get to have a chat with Benny and we tell him we cam all the way to Melbourne for 2 shows so he tells us that one of the bands pulled out of the show tomorrow in sheparton that wings are playing and he needs a replacement, the show is on the way home anyway but we planned to start heading home at 8am not 8pm when we'd finish playing. &lt;br /&gt;3 of us didn't want to play the show because we were all keen to get back to sydney to go to the boys of summer show but 2 of us said it was a better idea to play the show because we needed the money, we ended up saying "fuck it!" and playing the show, which was in a backwater ass-fuck of a town with absolutely no idea about anything, we played to about 15 kids and sold maybe 2 or 3 shirts... (WOOOO! it was really worth missing Verse for, Hey at least we made 50 bucks off the door too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove home after the show and got to my house at 10:30am the next day, felt good to be out of the van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were home for 3 days before we head out again to QLD.&lt;br /&gt;we go the latest start ever and didn't end up leaving nelson's bay (where we picked up Jason and Alvin) until 6:30pm we ended up getting into the Gold Coast/Sam's shed at 3:30am, we hung out for a while with Greg, who was nice enough to hang around and meet us at the shed and then we all crashed.&lt;br /&gt;We got up at about 10:30 and headed to the beach where i spewed in the water due to McDonald's and Beer and then getting dumped by the waves.&lt;br /&gt;We headed to Pacific Fair shopping centre to meet Scrad and Anna (two of the best fucking humans you will ever meet) they jump in the van and we head to Expressive Grounds which is a cool venue and all all the bands that played were fucking awesome, Especially The Farewell and Ghost Town, straight up raging fucking bands, it really sucked playing after either of them.&lt;br /&gt;After the show we head to Brisbane to Anna's place and all get a little drunk and ate some pizza and showered (not to sure on the actual order of that).&lt;br /&gt;We head out to Thriller and meet up with the A Silent Fiction dudes and fuck it's awesome to see friendly faces from home in a far away place.&lt;br /&gt;Alvin and I take full advantage of the 2 Corona's for $10 deal and my body isn't keen, i wasn't even drunk but i ended up spewing all over my shirt, fucking night ruiner.&lt;br /&gt;Matt, Owen and Jason all bail home and 2:30/3am and Me, Alvin, Anna &amp; Scrad keep raging until 4 or 5.&lt;br /&gt;We all get up for the show the next day which we're supposed to arrive to at 10:30am, we end up leaving Anna's at 10:30.&lt;br /&gt;We get to the show I ignore the first few bands and go get food with Alvin and Anna, We get back in time to catch The Farewell play as a 3 piece because the drummer had to work and the bass player couldn't make it? so tom the singer played guitar and sang, the guitarist played bass and the other guitarist sam played drums, talented bunch of fuckers aren't they? &lt;br /&gt;Ghost Town played straight after and absolutely killed it and it fucking sucked playing after them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove back to Anna's after the show, drank beers and went for a swim then watched Gran Torino (fucking awesome movie)! &lt;br /&gt;Chris GB also came over to chill for a bit and ended up hanging out with us until 3am, fuck it was good to see him again! &lt;br /&gt;So we crashed at around 3:30 then had to rise at about 8, I wake up with the sorest throat in history and a cold. I walk down to 7/11 and spend a tonne of money on cold and flu tablets, panadol and vitamin water(my favourite drink).&lt;br /&gt;None of it does me any good, i just had to sit in the back of the van and try to sleep it off, 12 hours or so later I'm home and I still feel fucked and just feeling bummed that I'm back in the place I'm trying to get away from.&lt;br /&gt;So after the Tour I made some new friends and Lost a bunch of money, pretty sure that constitutes a good time, right? Friends and less money? Yeah, let's run with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm home with a sore throat, no money, no job and lots of time on my hands.&lt;br /&gt;I've applied for a good 20-25 jobs today in the city and hopefully one of them comes through for me because I really want to move down there in the next few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway here's some pics from the tour.&lt;br /&gt;Worlds Apart with Awesome QLD kids Anna and Scrad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/?action=view&amp;current=WAqldcrew.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/WAqldcrew.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Liz DTPF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/?action=view&amp;current=pablolizmelbourne.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/pablolizmelbourne.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz took this picture of me at Pepper's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/?action=view&amp;current=pablomelbourne.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/pablomelbourne.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worlds Apart with Oldsmoke and Sweet Pep at Dryburgh Street &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/?action=view&amp;current=pepspad.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/pepspad.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party dudes Alvin and Scrad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/?action=view&amp;current=alvinandscrad.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/alvinandscrad.jpg" 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TO WHERE I&apos;M AT.'/><author><name>thefirstthreemonths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077832245396050890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4436955592604297663.post-7641122100123465719</id><published>2008-12-04T15:06:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T15:10:45.364+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SO HERE'S WHERE I'M AT RIGHT NOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am working in a job that has only given me one shift this week, I quit my other job which was giving me 5 days a week to do this current job because I knew I'd like it more.&lt;br /&gt;I have been going out every night on no money, I have a credit card bill at around $1600 which looks impossible to pay off at this point in time.&lt;br /&gt;I really need to sort my shit out and get some stability!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more raging?&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4436955592604297663-7641122100123465719?l=hereisadeadend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereisadeadend.blogspot.com/feeds/7641122100123465719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4436955592604297663&amp;postID=7641122100123465719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4436955592604297663/posts/default/7641122100123465719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4436955592604297663/posts/default/7641122100123465719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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picked up by Jenna, went to newcastle, drank more. &lt;br /&gt;watched the show, HOLLOW was awesome and Brods and Antag killed it.&lt;br /&gt;show ended, we partied til stupid hours of the morning.&lt;br /&gt;the girls bailed because Kat was retardedly drunk so me ollie and aaron walked to maccas and got some burgers and then walked to kats house where everyone slept except me and ashleigh cause we were talking about dumb shit all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - we sit there bitching about why gloria jeans isn't open yet, it opens, we head down there, my name for gloria jeans is now "Barbara" i grab a mocha, it ruled.&lt;br /&gt;we chill at the house for a while before we head down to embassy for amazing $5 breakfast, which pretty much went straight through me, (fried eggs, bacon, chips, tomatoes and thick cut toast... amazing!)&lt;br /&gt;we pretty much head home after that and i go to my new job and get my shifts and im siked and then i fall asleep until 11pm and here we are now writing a blog.&lt;br /&gt;god, i'm a fuckwit. &lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to quit my cunt-hole of a job tomorrow, fuck yes.\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE WE ARE EATING $5 EMBASSY BREAKFAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/?action=view&amp;current=embassybrekky.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/embassybrekky.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON TUESDAY MY BAND IS PLAYING IN A LIVING ROOM WITH A HALFPIPE IN IT, SHOULD BE FUN.&lt;br /&gt;this should be a good week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4436955592604297663-5779505112037183381?l=hereisadeadend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereisadeadend.blogspot.com/feeds/5779505112037183381/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4436955592604297663.post-1625829998438720441</id><published>2008-11-24T17:53:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T18:26:14.808+11:00</updated><title type='text'>HUGE WEEKEND WAS HUGE.</title><content type='html'>Here's a comment I left on my friend Prue's myspace about what happened after the No Apologies show on Saturday (well it was actually 2 comments because it wouldn't fit into one)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It all starts at the Lansdowne with a bourbon and coke and an Important phone call i have to make...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo I ran down to Newtown to go to the pizza shop only to get there and everyone's finished.&lt;br /&gt;proceeded to walk back, ran into you.&lt;br /&gt;I then said goodbye to Ashlee and Dan and made my way to the disgusting Trash, On my way to trash, my phone dies so i'm pretty much fucked for meeting up with anyone. Got to trash hung out for about an hour, saw some friends i didn't expect to see.&lt;br /&gt;got bored so I jumped in a taxi to oxford street, by this time my phone was working for a couple of minutes at a time so i called Gabe from Jungle Fever Fame, however he didn't answer so here i am thinking i'm fucked for something to do but then he messaged me telling me everyone was downstairs at oxford arts so i went there with my friend and they said the cover charge is $20 and i was like "what the fuck??" but i thought "hey, if people i know are down there and they paid it, who am i to not pay it?" so i went in and went to pay the cover charge and then i get told there's a free bar as well so i head down there and there everyone is...&lt;br /&gt;SO we drink and party for hours and the saying of the night is "I'm not gay, I just like to party!" which was said to anyone who walked past.&lt;br /&gt;We got to see Dolan breakdance against this lesbian chick who was a very average breakdancer, she ended up getting booed out of the circle. I ended up leaving at 5:30 and caught a taxi to my friends hotel and crashed on the floor for about 2 hours, woke up with a fucked up hangover, i puked a whole bunch of times, one of which in the middle of the street while walking around sydney. Went and got an amazing scrambled eggs and bacon breakfast, drank an assload of water and felt alot better also my friend let me take his full battery and keep it in my phone and he kept my empty battery (good dude).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(start of comment 2)&lt;br /&gt;So i departed from my mates and went to town hall station to wait for a train to go to kogarah and i go to get on the train and a guy says to me "what the fuck are you looking at?" and punches me in the eye (this is at midday as well not some fucked up hour of the morning)&lt;br /&gt;this dude was also on ice or something and a lot bigger than me so i told him to fuck off and get the fuck away from me and i got on the train, he gets on too. i bail away from him and he pretty much follows me and abuses the old man sitting behind me and says "you're an old bloke so im not going to hit you but i'm gonna fucking kill you!" the dude just walks away and the old man is sitting there shocked, i told the old coupe what happened to me and they asked me about my night last night etc. somehow we get on to religion and they tell me they were coming home from church and they tell me god loves me and the lady gives me a booklet about jesus and tells me they are going to pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to see homewrecker and carpathian after that.&lt;br /&gt;i get home at 10:30pm that night.&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't go to work today cause i didn't feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty awesome weekend all in all.&lt;br /&gt;(end of comments)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a more detail but i really couldn't be fucked to type it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4436955592604297663-1625829998438720441?l=hereisadeadend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereisadeadend.blogspot.com/feeds/1625829998438720441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4436955592604297663&amp;postID=1625829998438720441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4436955592604297663/posts/default/1625829998438720441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4436955592604297663/posts/default/1625829998438720441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereisadeadend.blogspot.com/2008/11/huge-weekend-was-huge.html' title='HUGE WEEKEND WAS HUGE.'/><author><name>thefirstthreemonths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077832245396050890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4436955592604297663.post-1380114826209147699</id><published>2008-11-17T21:49:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:24:08.636+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A FEW DAYS DIFFERENCE.</title><content type='html'>I WANTED TO POST THIS ON THURSDAY BUT MY INTERNET WOULDN'T WORK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are red and watery, continuous rubbing isn't helping.&lt;br /&gt;My lungs are shit.&lt;br /&gt;My brain hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time I stopped, stop the bullshit, stop everything I need to stop.&lt;br /&gt;No more procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;One full day without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;I get a 20 minute window every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT NOW I FEEL PRETTY FUCKING GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are good, my lungs feel great and my head doesn't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I stopped procrastinating and I'm feeling happier.&lt;br /&gt;A few improvements need to be made but for the most part I'm doing okay. &lt;br /&gt;I still love the 20 minute windows though. I got my first car yesterday and I'm so fucking excited, I know this is something you're supposed to get excited about at 16/17 but I've never been in the position to own my own car, well I guess I have been and I just had different priorities. This car in particular was owned by my great grandfather who recently passed away that being the reason that I own it now.&lt;br /&gt; My job still sucks though and when I think about it I feel sad, hopefully better days will arrive soon.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I was a mess and I'm sorry Ashlee, I hope I was entertaining enough for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/?action=view&amp;current=ashleesbirthday.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/ashleesbirthday.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4436955592604297663-1380114826209147699?l=hereisadeadend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereisadeadend.blogspot.com/feeds/1380114826209147699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4436955592604297663&amp;postID=1380114826209147699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4436955592604297663/posts/default/1380114826209147699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4436955592604297663/posts/default/1380114826209147699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereisadeadend.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-wanted-to-post-this-on-thursday-but-i.html' title='A FEW DAYS DIFFERENCE.'/><author><name>thefirstthreemonths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077832245396050890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4436955592604297663.post-7933459341466587709</id><published>2008-11-05T12:26:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:01:06.339+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow will define my routine.</title><content type='html'>Como estas, Bitches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sitting on my ass for 7 days now.&lt;br /&gt;For 4 of those days I was just chillin'&lt;br /&gt;the past 3 I have been trying to find work.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a picky person when it comes to working a shit job,&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want to work with food anymore and hey, if I can get away from customers while I'm at it I'll take that too.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, finding those awesome jobs isn't a reality for me.&lt;br /&gt;I have an Interview tomorrow for selling shit over the phone, I actually can't wait to see what it's like to be abused by people I can't even see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to go to the library before I got offered the interview, dammit.&lt;br /&gt;I need to read more, I need to Internet less, I need to write more, I need to care less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know how I go. But as if you care, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;When I feel that coming tension, I want to run in your direction. Panics got me by the collar,&lt;br /&gt;I need to go your way. If it feels right, I'm gonna stay out tonight. Cut the tension, cut right through, I'm coming straight for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/?action=view&amp;current=lifetime.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/lifetime.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s. As I was writing out the lyrics to that amazingly uplifting song I got a phone call offering me another interview, although this one's in Sydney, Psyched on another interview but not psyched on Sydney traveling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4436955592604297663-7933459341466587709?l=hereisadeadend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereisadeadend.blogspot.com/feeds/7933459341466587709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4436955592604297663&amp;postID=7933459341466587709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4436955592604297663/posts/default/7933459341466587709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4436955592604297663/posts/default/7933459341466587709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereisadeadend.blogspot.com/2008/11/tomorrow-will-define-my-routine.html' title='Tomorrow will define my routine.'/><author><name>thefirstthreemonths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077832245396050890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4436955592604297663.post-7280068785148980348</id><published>2008-11-04T13:19:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:01:39.558+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Inconsiderate me.</title><content type='html'>Dear Rosemary,&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to fade away, so wipe the me away from your diary.&lt;br /&gt;suicide whispers, in my ear and it happens a lot around here.&lt;br /&gt;when I said, before our sleep not to wake me if you left.&lt;br /&gt;well I'm awake and your not here and I'm better off dead.&lt;br /&gt;this is my last love letter to you.&lt;br /&gt;It's not a stunt, I'm well aware were through. When you think of me, remember better times.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've grown to be quite selfish when i cry.&lt;br /&gt;Inconsiderate me...&lt;br /&gt;"Sitting at home for the afternoon, don't wanna go outside. Sick of sun soaked concrete streets, close the blinds id rather hide, because the ghost in me is out of key from never keeping love. Sick of pale white bedroom sheets, close your eyes so i can die..."&lt;br /&gt;you were my spine, my crutch, my breathe, my sight, my life, my death, my all.&lt;br /&gt;You were my hope, my fear, my love, my fear, my love, my fear, my fall.&lt;br /&gt;I can't do this without you.&lt;br /&gt;I've tried, I cant, I'm gone,&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely yours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/?action=view&amp;current=nickymoney.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/nickymoney.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4436955592604297663-7280068785148980348?l=hereisadeadend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereisadeadend.blogspot.com/feeds/7280068785148980348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4436955592604297663&amp;postID=7280068785148980348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4436955592604297663/posts/default/7280068785148980348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4436955592604297663/posts/default/7280068785148980348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereisadeadend.blogspot.com/2008/11/inconsiderate-me.html' title='Inconsiderate me.'/><author><name>thefirstthreemonths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077832245396050890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4436955592604297663.post-2652051248568757882</id><published>2008-11-04T13:04:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T13:10:09.620+11:00</updated><title type='text'>home.</title><content type='html'>i've been home for 6 days.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so fucking bored.&lt;br /&gt;i don't have a job and i'm in a cuntload of debt.&lt;br /&gt;i don't even want to look for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe one will find me? hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm also a terrible person, i should return to bushwick where nothing matters and everything here seems paused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be in my own ham on rye.&lt;br /&gt;i want to read my own diary of things that haven't happened yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stockholm and central.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4436955592604297663-2652051248568757882?l=hereisadeadend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereisadeadend.blogspot.com/feeds/2652051248568757882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4436955592604297663&amp;postID=2652051248568757882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4436955592604297663/posts/default/2652051248568757882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4436955592604297663/posts/default/2652051248568757882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereisadeadend.blogspot.com/2008/11/home.html' title='home.'/><author><name>thefirstthreemonths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077832245396050890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4436955592604297663.post-4998035856775940245</id><published>2008-10-28T17:29:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T10:18:34.737+11:00</updated><title type='text'>PRETTY MUCH THE END OF THE LINE.</title><content type='html'>Right now i'm currently chillin' in Al Brown's couch, the place i've called home for the last 5 days.&lt;div&gt;I fly out of LAX tomorrow at 9pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so excited to be going back home to my own bed and to see my friends and family but at the same time i'm bummed about going back to the real world and having to get another job and just not being HERE anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've met some of the most awesome people on this trip, who within minutes of knowing me have offered places to stay and just been awesome dudes/girls to be able to hang out with so this trip wasn't so lonely at  times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only hope to get to keep in contact with these people because (i need a places to crash next time i'm here haha) never seeing/hearing from them again would be a massive bum-out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks a whole heap to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rory  for organising this trip in the first place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brandi, Kiki and Charissa, LA fucking sucks but it sucked less getting to hang out with you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kris, Danny, Logan &amp;amp; Tim, New York wouldn't have been half as fun without you guys even though you only took me to vegan restaurants and i'm sick of the sight of you and it'll have to be at LEAST 12 months before i'm ready to hang out with you guys again since i saw you so fucking often but i'm eternally grateful to the 4 of you for putting up with my bullshit for 2 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris from Long Island! i only met you on my last week in NY but you made for fun fucking times for that last week, definitely hangin' again  when i come back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And last but not Least Al, even though i think you're a cunt for not replying to emails ever you're also a fucking awesome dude for letting me hang on your couch for a week and for saying the most fucked up shit ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, i've missed a bunch of shit because i never had my own computer while i've been here and i'm also really, really fucking LAZY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*i started writing this last night then i went to sleep and now i'm back at it*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up a couple of hours ago and i just ate an average burrito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so back to it, i'll try to recap a bunch of shit that i've done  over the last 3 or 4 weeks ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;come to think of it there's  really not that much to tell, which saddens me a bit because i feel like a wasted my time here, i could've been more active in seeing stuff but i decided that sleeping, playing video games and eating was way more important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;things that stood out were...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brooklyn - I FUCKING LOVE IT, anyone going to the US should try to stay in Brooklyn because for the most part it's  a pretty chill place, i mean not as chill as the suburbs but chiller than Manhattan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a few sketchy parts of Brooklyn but it's pretty easy to avoid those and also the amount you'll pay for accomodation will be a million times cheaper than manhattan unless you wanna stay in Harlem, but that's entirely up to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Food -  I ate alot of vegetarian and vegan food while i was in NY because my roommates were vegan so i'm pretty clued up on the vegan places, i wish i was more clued up on the regular food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 places that come to mind though are Chipotle and Moe's 2 of the best mexican places EVER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and can't forget 'Snice amazing vegan sandwiches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FUCK i feel like i should've been doing this every couple of days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's so much shit i want to put in but can't remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I SAW A MILLION DIFFERENT BANDS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont think i could even name half the bands i've seen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on that note Generation Records is fucking awesome, i spent way too much time and money there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i give up, fuck this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im trying to do this shit on someone else's mac, which is making my life really fucking difficult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i promise in a couple of days this will look spectacular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's all over i'm going home, PEACE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4436955592604297663-4998035856775940245?l=hereisadeadend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereisadeadend.blogspot.com/feeds/4998035856775940245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4436955592604297663&amp;postID=4998035856775940245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4436955592604297663/posts/default/4998035856775940245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4436955592604297663/posts/default/4998035856775940245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereisadeadend.blogspot.com/2008/10/pretty-much-end-of-line.html' title='PRETTY MUCH THE END OF THE LINE.'/><author><name>thefirstthreemonths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077832245396050890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4436955592604297663.post-75020389176724623</id><published>2008-09-08T17:39:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:38:44.081+11:00</updated><title type='text'>CONEY ISLAND!</title><content type='html'>This place fucking rules.&lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry for anyone who never got to see it as today was the last day Coney Island will ever really be Coney Island&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So some motherfuckers bought out most of the carnival part of C.I. and are redeveloping that shit into something new, something not so Coney Island.&lt;br /&gt;I saw a freakshow while i was there, some dude with a fake moustache nailed a massive nail into his nostril, a pretty cute girl swallowed some swords and then tricked each person in the crowd into giving her a dollar to see how she does a trick.&lt;br /&gt;A dude who was born with lobster hands pretended to hammer his hands (with gloves with fake fingers on) and then did a comedy act, then some chick danced with a snake and lit a flame with her tongue then a good looking girl with crazy face tribal ate and breathed fire.&lt;br /&gt;shit was pretty decent for $7.50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/?action=view&amp;current=shootthefreak.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/shootthefreak.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/?action=view&amp;current=wonderwheel.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/wonderwheel.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/?action=view&amp;current=wonderwheel2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/wonderwheel2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also in other news i went to a dance party club thing the other night and walked through heavy ass rain to get there, i got really fucking drunk and danced like a fruitcake.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had photos.&lt;br /&gt;gabe delaine told me to come, fucking queer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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ISLAND!'/><author><name>thefirstthreemonths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077832245396050890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4436955592604297663.post-2714910048701030317</id><published>2008-09-04T05:37:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T00:48:23.637+11:00</updated><title type='text'>google and blogger, teaming up to piss me off.</title><content type='html'>why make it so fucking hard for me to log in?&lt;div&gt;for fuck's sake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm too annoyed to even bother with this now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I live in brooklyn in an apartment with 3 dudes from florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they pretty much took us in off the street when we met them after we got off the bus from DC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we told them we'd be staying in Bedford-Stuyvesant (Bed-Stuy for short). At first they laughed then showed actual concern for our safety.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first night we get here i get really really reeaaaalllly fucking drunk and while i'm standing in their bathroom at the sink i somehow manage to fall into their bathtub taking a bunch of shit down with me, one thing being a bottle of GIO cologne. I freak the fuck out thinking i've broken someone's cologne who i haven't even met yet on my first night in this place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;great first impression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 days later i meet the 3rd housemate who's cologne it was supposed to be and the first thing i say is "Hey i'm AJ, i think i broke something of yours?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turns out it wasn't his and it was no big deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway 2 of the dudes are vegan and one of them is vegetarian, so most of the shit we've been eating has been animal friendly except when we get fed up and get 1/3 pounder burgers with bacon from McDonald's (that's right i said 1/3 pounder, not 1/4 pounder, 1/3 pounder.) This really is 'land of the free, home of the obese' it's no wonder why i fit in so well here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For most of the time we've been here our days have started at 3pm and finish at about 4am and for some reason it doesn't make a difference, i feel like drinking right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll add more to this shit later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/?action=view&amp;current=gabe.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/gabe.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/?action=view&amp;current=megaberory.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/megaberory.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/?action=view&amp;current=crew.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/crew.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/?action=view&amp;current=gabeandrory.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/gabeandrory.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/?action=view&amp;current=megabetim.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/megabetim.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4436955592604297663-2714910048701030317?l=hereisadeadend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereisadeadend.blogspot.com/feeds/2714910048701030317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4436955592604297663&amp;postID=2714910048701030317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4436955592604297663/posts/default/2714910048701030317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4436955592604297663/posts/default/2714910048701030317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereisadeadend.blogspot.com/2008/09/google-and-blogger-teaming-up-to-piss.html' title='google and blogger, teaming up to piss me off.'/><author><name>thefirstthreemonths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077832245396050890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4436955592604297663.post-2476507111997462540</id><published>2008-08-25T17:04:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T00:26:53.100+11:00</updated><title type='text'>IM SO FUCKING TIRED. (I &lt;3 PHILLY)</title><content type='html'>FUCFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fuck apple, fuck macbooks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm sitting on a disgusting carpet step at 3am  because thats the only time i can ever get peace on a computer. right now i can feel my skin starting to itch from the parasites that've probably inhabited the carpet since the beginning of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, before i start i just want to declare that apple are  bunch of cunts, and i also hate laptops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;most of this blog is going to contain terrible punctuation and grammar and spelling mistakes too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reason being... i dont like typing, especially while sitting on stairs using a laptop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so it's sunday night, i'm in Philly. I fucking love this place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is hardcore was insane, my head hurts, my ears are still ringing and my legs are fucked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw bands i don't give a shit about that people claim to LUUUURRRRVVVVEEE and those people will probably never see them and that gives me a warm fuzzy feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also got to see bands i didn't give a fuck about before but i very much do give a fuck about them now. (reign supreme/braindead)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i saw bands that i already enjoyed a little and enjoy that much more now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i also saw one band which i fucking love and it was probably the best part of the whole 3 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway let's backtrack a little...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my first 2 days in new york fucking sucked(much like alot of this trip has, haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get off a flight i slept all the way through to get to a shitty airport which i have to sit at for close to an hour waiting for a fucking shuttlebus which the cunt driver decided to overfill with passengers. I sit in this shuttle bus for 45 minutes getting driven to our hostel which we get to and the cunt at the desk tells us "oh sorry we didn't keep your reservation because there is something wrong with the internet". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm sorry bitch but that's not my fucking problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway she sends us packing... TO A HOTEL SHE FOUND IN THE PHONEBOOK IN HARLEM!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stupid bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we actually check in to this joint in harlem and realise that it's totally fucked so we grab all our valuables and leave our suitcases there and just bail out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We proceed to chill in a starbucks for about 3 hours trying to find accomodation in nyc not worth a million dollars a night, luckily some friends of hours living in brooklyn hooked us up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THANKS GUYS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the next morning we went back to harlem to grab our shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way the hotel was called the "New Ebony Hotel" i should've fuckin' known.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also just so you know, Brooklyn rules.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so after all that crazy shit we end up meeting up with Jack the next day and we made the awesome chinatown busride down to philly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am now carrying twice as many shirts as what i came with and 10 7"s, Fuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so thats NY and Philly so far i'll update in a few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. for all you cold world hype sweaters, they live up to it, believe me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and jack at this is hardcore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/?action=view&amp;current=meandjack.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/meandjack.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Stairs from Rocky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/?action=view&amp;current=rockystairs.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/rockystairs.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Massive statue dude with sick dudes hanging off him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/?action=view&amp;current=bigstatue.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/bigstatue.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4436955592604297663-2476507111997462540?l=hereisadeadend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereisadeadend.blogspot.com/feeds/2476507111997462540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4436955592604297663&amp;postID=2476507111997462540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4436955592604297663/posts/default/2476507111997462540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4436955592604297663/posts/default/2476507111997462540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereisadeadend.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-so-fucking-tired-i-3-philly.html' title='IM SO FUCKING TIRED. (I &lt;3 PHILLY)'/><author><name>thefirstthreemonths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077832245396050890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4436955592604297663.post-7793904576973706999</id><published>2008-08-18T10:48:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:56:52.528+11:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS PLACE IS FREEZING.</title><content type='html'>San Francisco is really fucking cold, it's supposed to be fucking summer!!!&lt;br /&gt;there are HEAPS of homeless people here and most people are crazy.&lt;br /&gt;SF reminds me heaps of Sydney, i would probably love it if it weren't for the shitty weather.&lt;br /&gt;on friday night i think i saw the best of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;i saw dangers at 924 gilman st. holy fucking fuck.&lt;br /&gt;probably the best band ive ever seen and probably always will be.&lt;br /&gt;we got stranded in berkeley and this random dude named troy drove us home, what a stand-up fucking guy!!&lt;br /&gt;last night i saw the smoking popes and i don't care for them so i just got drunk.&lt;br /&gt;924 rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/?action=view&amp;current=924gilman.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/924gilman.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dangers @ 924&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/?action=view&amp;current=dangersatgilman.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/dangersatgilman.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me Drunk @ Smoking popes in San Fran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/?action=view&amp;current=drunkatsmokingpopes.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/drunkatsmokingpopes.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been taking about a million photos so when i can be bothered i'll upload some shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people who go to shows in the bay area are fucking awesome people.&lt;br /&gt;by wearing an extortion shirt i met a handful of people who were actually really awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shouts to Nick from 7Gen and Yosef for booking awesome bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway sorry this post doesnt really make sense and is short but i have to use a public computer, i hate this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;br /&gt;big fuckin' heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/?action=view&amp;current=bigheart.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/bigheart.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free cans of energy drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/?action=view&amp;current=meinsanfran.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/meinsanfran.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4436955592604297663-7793904576973706999?l=hereisadeadend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereisadeadend.blogspot.com/feeds/7793904576973706999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4436955592604297663&amp;postID=7793904576973706999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4436955592604297663/posts/default/7793904576973706999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4436955592604297663/posts/default/7793904576973706999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereisadeadend.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-place-is-freezing.html' title='THIS PLACE IS FREEZING.'/><author><name>thefirstthreemonths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077832245396050890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4436955592604297663.post-5872979948110943903</id><published>2008-08-13T08:03:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T00:30:08.455+11:00</updated><title type='text'>it's all too much.</title><content type='html'>i still don't like this city but it has been a non-stop party.&lt;br /&gt;english,welsh and irish dudes are fucking ragers and i'm bummed to say goodbye to them.&lt;br /&gt;hawaiin girls love to shop but hate to walk and it sucks saying goodbye to them.&lt;br /&gt;getting to hang out with aussies here is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only have 2 minutes left, in-n-out burger rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday is a constant hangover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheap dickies kills it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baaaaiii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. KNOW'S FUCKING SON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/?action=view&amp;current=drknowsson.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/drknowsson.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raging English Dudes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/?action=view&amp;current=englishdudes.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/englishdudes.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met this dude at 4 o clock in the morning in the basement of the hostel and he's a fucking awesome guy.&lt;br /&gt;Will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/?action=view&amp;current=will.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/will.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/?action=view&amp;current=benhustlin.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/benhustlin.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4436955592604297663-5872979948110943903?l=hereisadeadend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereisadeadend.blogspot.com/feeds/5872979948110943903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4436955592604297663&amp;postID=5872979948110943903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4436955592604297663/posts/default/5872979948110943903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4436955592604297663/posts/default/5872979948110943903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereisadeadend.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-all-too-much.html' title='it&apos;s all too much.'/><author><name>thefirstthreemonths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077832245396050890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4436955592604297663.post-1821357146299194231</id><published>2008-08-09T17:37:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T00:38:01.474+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate this city, i think i hate this country.</title><content type='html'>so i've decided americans are cunts.&lt;br /&gt;fuck you, america. fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/?action=view&amp;current=capitalbuilding.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/capitalbuilding.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4436955592604297663-1821357146299194231?l=hereisadeadend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereisadeadend.blogspot.com/feeds/1821357146299194231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4436955592604297663&amp;postID=1821357146299194231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4436955592604297663/posts/default/1821357146299194231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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prince of Bel-Air". probably the tour highlight.&lt;br /&gt;i also got a photo in front of the hollywood sign, a photo of the basketball courts on venice beach which you see edward norton playing basketball in American History X.&lt;br /&gt;Venice Beach Rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been drinking like a fish over the past few days. my body doesnt like it.&lt;br /&gt;Vans are $40 a pair, amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Rodeo Drive is for assholes.&lt;br /&gt;Hollywoood is filled with crazy people.&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to bail from the fuckhole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bbl.&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4436955592604297663-2569690081706651420?l=hereisadeadend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereisadeadend.blogspot.com/feeds/2569690081706651420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4436955592604297663.post-8213168362021374662</id><published>2008-08-07T07:49:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:59:46.333+11:00</updated><title type='text'>CALIFORNIA SUCKS.</title><content type='html'>We get to LAX it takes a million years to get through customs and once we do immediately im asked for money by someone. FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to catch 1000 buses with our luggage to get to the ghetto greyhound station and wait in line for 2 hours only to get told the greyhound we need to catch isnt coming for another 3 hours, Fuck my life.&lt;br /&gt;We wander around ghetto downtown LA for 2 hours hating life and thinking "why the fuck did we come to this shitty city? FUCK LA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rory and I decide to get a taxi to where we need to go, $150 + tip later the fucking guy has dropped us off in the wrong street, we find the street we need to be on and realise the adress is 3500 and we're at the very start of the street. once again FUCK MY LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;we walk for what seems like an hour and decide on a budget motel not far from where we need to be, we drop off our shit, change clothes and start walking again, we get to our destination where we see Black Breath (AWESOME!), Alpha and Omega (fucking killed it!) and RISE AND FUCKING FALL (WOW! JUST FUCKING WOW)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of day 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. im a bit behind i'll catch up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/?action=view&amp;current=riseandfall.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g59/dicegame_photos/riseandfall.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4436955592604297663-8213168362021374662?l=hereisadeadend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereisadeadend.blogspot.com/feeds/8213168362021374662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4436955592604297663&amp;postID=8213168362021374662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4436955592604297663/posts/default/8213168362021374662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4436955592604297663/posts/default/8213168362021374662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereisadeadend.blogspot.com/2008/08/california-sucks.html' title='CALIFORNIA SUCKS.'/><author><name>thefirstthreemonths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077832245396050890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
