Boshima's House

Thu, 17 Dec 2009 06:13:24 GMT

As much as i talk about not wanting to be at Walgreens; i must be awfully content, seeing as how my unwillingness to leave is fairly strong.

RIP millie, even though we werent very good friends while you were alive.

Thu, 18 Jun 2009 08:55:05 GMT

24th story. unlocked doors.

Tue, 16 Jun 2009 08:27:12 GMT

i have shakey hands and bad knees.

Tue, 16 Jun 2009 04:27:07 GMT

my life is so good. and this is me writing about how good it is. if you would like to know more then keep reading this. balls, blunts, bitches, bitties, and booZe.

Sun, 14 Jun 2009 06:20:16 GMT

im american indian....

Thu, 11 Jun 2009 22:02:04 GMT

you gotta put that sauce on it. kristen wright is around here somewhere.

Thu, 11 Jun 2009 00:09:48 GMT

i only drink when i smoke.

Fri, 18 May 2007 06:32:31 GMT

repay debts

Fri, 30 Mar 2007 06:25:16 GMT

popularity takes its toll

Tue, 13 Mar 2007 23:17:32 GMT

please re-sort yourself. if i cared about you, you would prolly be embarassing me.

Wed, 28 Feb 2007 00:59:11 GMT

everything that i say means something whether or not i understand what it is that i am even saying.

popularity. think about that.

Tue, 20 Feb 2007 07:25:35 GMT

stand in line, my guess is you have all night

your name doesnt sound the same, but you can kill a lot of time

your life's a sight. i can tell you put your mind to it.

i dont think you want to go through it.
what else can you do.

you spent your life wishing for what will end it. does it make you feel better?
never leave lonely.

otherwise whats the point of being missed. some of us laugh even in our darkest hour.

theres something in everyone that only they will know. theres something in you that only i will know.

ill give you a reason to mourn without even seeing my face. theres more to life than riding your bed as a small town hero into the devouring big city lights.
dont give me a reason to mourn.

Tue, 13 Feb 2007 20:45:02 GMT

::START::

there is six steps in becoming really great. its just that most of them require you to be an asshole.

once this snow starts to melt and slushify it is going to get all weed brownie out. i want it to be fucking hot box already or at least water bong cuase then it would be warm enough to rain.

the more you restrain the less you feel. the less you feel the happier you are. the happier you are the less you cry. the less you cry the more it shows. youre so close to death, but you wont even know.

when do you start feeling bad for yourself

i count the days my face burns off with a defective lighter. jesus christ was a superstar. jesus christ was a man. jesus christ is my father and i am his shepard. there are too many sheep these days.

Jenga = 9/11
Tumbling towers = a knockoff of Jenga
Tumbling towers = 9/11 ...

hmmmmm.. did the gaming industry know the terrorists were going to attack?

George is a character from Blow. you blow your nose. blow goes in your nose. I know this kid George that had a runny nose today... hmmmm very coincidental.

alot of things are related in so many ways and you wont even know.

I found out today that the shoes i wear are called "Mexico 66" - that is great in so many ways. I gaurantee you there is a relationship between the two. does anyone know?

::STOP::

Tue, 06 Feb 2007 17:17:57 GMT

so i was sitting on the EL today and I notice a black man a few seats down the train had something to say and apparently everyone he didnt know was his audience, including me. this is what he had to say:

*the black man had been saying things for a while but this is when i started paying attention. there are parts missing but these are the best lines, in order.*

black man = the next stop is ... is...
black man = ...
black man = the next stop is California. Square ass California!
black man = i had a California square before.
black man = SQUARE ASS CALIFORNIA!!
black man = pshhh, i dont give a shittt! i dont give a shit.
black man = square ass california.

*i was thinking oh ok a california square. that is why he is going nuts. i dont know what a california sqaure but it must be something. then...*

black man = the next stop is square ass Damen.
black man = i'll kill all you white people.
black man = *random yelling*
black man = The next stop is Washington.
black man = white ass washington!
black man = you aint never make me get off this train. i'll say what i want.
black man = i'm not getting off this train.

*the train conductor guy walks in while were at the next stop*

train master = get off my train.
train master = i told you.. i'd lock you up. get off my train.
black man = *grabs his briefcase thingy and gets off the train.*

Thu, 01 Feb 2007 21:30:13 GMT

We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a saltshaker half-full of cocaine, and a whole multi colored collection of uppers, downers, laughers, screamers. Also, a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw ether, and two dozen amyls.

... nothing is as helpless as a gymnast balancing her life into awkward shapes of forced smiles with every failed attempt. I might suggest the ether in certain cases.

you can turn your back on a person, but you cant turn your back on a drug. especially when its waving a razor sharp hunting knife in your eye....... goodamn, what a bummer.

get a hold of yourself man. needless to say i am embarrassed by your presence, let alone mine.

Tue, 23 Jan 2007 19:21:06 GMT

i hope to be certified soon. i need to pass a test. CDPS. cunt dick pussy shit. in which case Cocksy's life will then become less then satisfying.

in one of my classes i am in a group with all asians girls and some other girl of some ethnicity which i can not decipher. i cannot understand anything they say to me.

jesus saved my life... let him save yours

dude im so glad im mobile. chad is cherokee. no one cant beat me at sequence. The only reason chad did was because he had government support for being an indian. patrick sucks at 007.

Thu, 18 Jan 2007 23:32:16 GMT

im such an asshole. look at how gay i am. could i be anymore inconsiderate, retarded, and full of shit?

No i can't. I have pretty much topped it off. so take a look at my life and realize why I dont talk to you. It's farely obvisous when comparing our lives why mine is going nowhere. I might as well kill myself.

god im so popular. yesss! so biased, judgemental, deluded, unbalanced motherfucking cocksucker. do me more favors in life. be apart of mine, becuase take a look at all that i have. faith. faith. gotta have it.

and i have it in you. even second hand conversations make me want to throw up inside of your asshole.

this is why i go to church...

Tue, 12 Dec 2006 06:05:56 GMT

Intensified, glorified by the blind man
whose still alive but should have died
across the street on the ground
to the beat of the sound
in his head
telling him
he’s fuckin crazyyyyyy
or lazy or what it is we think of him
for shaking tin to make a livin
for what he’s not afraid of doin
and makes his cents without having any
and does what we can’t and that’s to ask a man for help
as we criticize, attempt to moralize the situation
to good to do the same but know
you don’t have the balls to live his life and take his name,
I think its your life you should shame,
uninspirational fame, on more drugs then your beloved counterpart
that you’d like to blame
for why you regret your lifes choices
and up to this point felt it wasnt worth
the the same amount asked from beggared voices
so continue to critisize
the poverty stricken extenuation of your obligated lies
to make yourself feel better

remorse through retribution. although some people deserve it.

some of your friendships can be considered rather expendable although backed by at least some fond memories holding past ties to keeping a leash on what can be thought of as a negative relationship.

for your sake just take what you had and remember it for that. preservation through destruction.

Sun, 12 Nov 2006 20:45:49 GMT

Dana Charmoy once told me that it is bad luck not to name your car. sooo...

i named it. however i have forgotten what i named it.

Ryan Cocksalot once told me that it is bad luck to have a white car. sooo...

i did absolutely nothing about it becuase obvisouly im not gonna get a new car or paint it. he told me that after the incident with my tire, however, i didnt think much of it.

i would like to say nowwww that i am never getting a white car again

i went to eastern this weekend and on my way back after being on the road for about five minutes, a mother fucking deer comes in the road. i wasnt wearing my seat belt so i was like fuck however i didnt know how hard it is when you hit those fuckers... but yeah i was like do i swerve out of the way, brake really hard, or do nothing. i figured i was gonna hit the bitch no matter what i did so i closed my eyes and turned my head. and hell yes i laid the faggot face down in the middle of the road, becuase i swear to god if i hadnt killed it i would have got out of the car and beat the shit out of it myself. and no i dont hate animals. needless to say it scared the shit out of me and my car looks like a fucking douche bag now.

in the past six months i got hit by a blown tire kicked up on the highway, a stupid foreignor that hit me and took off, and now a goddamn deer. none of these things were my fault and i get very little if any money from insurance. i cant have too much weight in the back seat, the back door barely closes, and the front door barely opens. and for some gay reason one of my tires loses air faster then the rest even though its a brand new tire. awesome and i am not gonna do a thing about it cuase im prolly gonne move up next time, first its an object then its an animal fuck next time its prolly gonna be a bum and then im gonna go to jail. yeah yeah j-block. i got my life planned out. are you jealous... of my aids hell yes you are. KO fourth round of the Las Vegas premier. golden gloves, brown fingers, and blue balls.

Sat, 04 Nov 2006 00:13:51 GMT

so i dont know why i cant handle having a cell phone... im thinking maybe im just not supposed to have one and thats how it should be.

a day ago i finally got a phone and i just walked in from being at the phone store and im talking to cocks and then i decided to start running in place and swinging my arm around that is holding the phone that i had for about ten minutes and then fucking dildo i nailed the light on the ceiling with my phone and the light shattered everywhere and thought my phone was gonna be fucked.

cocks just sat there laughing while my hand is bleeding. it left a couple marks but i think my phone is alright. i give it two weeks.

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one of my favorite shirts is wrecked becuase of blue and red pee being shot all over me by huge monsters with large penises. i liked it though. alot.

Mon, 30 Oct 2006 07:06:19 GMT

everyday for the past two months ive fallen asleep to the same Ray Charles songs over and over again.

today - i bought a keyboard and now i am going to learn how to play those songs.

... Ray Charles is blind but yet he still sees more then i do and more then alot of people i know / have known.

tonight - i am giving Ray a break and im going to try some Elton John. Why are they so good?

... what do both of them have in common?

--------->sunglasses.

crosstika

Mon, 23 Oct 2006 23:04:15 GMT

i have a new phone number now.

224-612-3781

i dont however have a new phone yet so you cant call it. i will have it in a couple days. danke shey.

Mon, 16 Oct 2006 08:57:31 GMT

to whom it may concern (aka people who call me):

my phone is fucked up once again - i think i dropped it in water or something i am not really sure what happened but the screen does not work. you can call me but dont text message me as i cannot see it - dont send me pictures as i cannot see them - if i miss your call i wont be able to tell that i missed it so dont be offended if i dont call back - i can however check my voicemail so feel free to leave messages that way - and lastly it fucks up sometimes so i might not answer becuase of that.

i dont plan on doing anything about it for a while so i thought i would inform those that it pertains to.

Wed, 11 Oct 2006 21:11:45 GMT

saw three

Sun, 08 Oct 2006 21:14:57 GMT

i have a new job. i work with michael vincent fuller dj'ing shit. last night i did my first show with him and it was hilarious. we did the Main South homecoming dance and it was wierd cuase it was just me and fuller and like i never realized it at school dances but like whether the dance is good or not really depends alot on the performance of the dj and shit. it was fucking wierd cuase there were so many people there and when we start talking on the mic or try to get everyones attention they are all looking at you and it is pretty hilarious, i tried to get fuller to do wierd shit like slow dance with me on the stage while the slow songs were playing but he wouldnt do it. i got to work the lights and some other shit and it was great, sometimes i fucked up and made the lights go crazy during the slow slongs and i would look up and be like oh shit and switch it really fast. at the end of it some polish looking kid came up to us and for those of you who dont know the polish seem to like dancing and clubs and that whole bit but he came up to us and said we did a good job. i wish they were a lil older though cuase getting hit on by fifteen year olds is wierd. i wanna do a wedding cuase then i can be like fuller and get some numbers from the older women. oh and there were a lot of balloons and the kids destroyed all the decorations that was pretty sweet bitch.

Boshima's House

::START::

Jenga = 9/11Tumbling towers = a knockoff of JengaTumbling towers = 9/11 ...

::STOP::

so i was sitting on the EL today and I notice a black man a few seats down the train had something to say and apparently everyone he didnt know was his audience, including me. this is what he had to say:

crosstika

Jenga = 9/11
Tumbling towers = a knockoff of Jenga
Tumbling towers = 9/11 ...