jason!

on actions and feelings and behaviour

2003-09-28T05:13:56Z

i don't do moderate well. extremes are where i live.

seldom = special

2003-09-28T05:12:51Z

i don't have 'sex' dreams very often (i can count the number on three fingers), so when i do they seem very profound.

nakedjason @ 2003-09-26T18:06:00

2003-09-27T01:07:00Z

everyone is having such a good time of things. i must spend more time alone, i am getting weak and forgetting my resolve. i must not require others.

waiting for war

2003-09-23T05:38:00Z

a call to arms that never comes. no spite, only solitude. i will become unable to answer tonight, then it will come.

nakedjason @ 2003-09-22T22:01:00

2003-09-23T05:02:49Z

no one needs my help. aside from driving them places, or moving something for them. my offers of help and love and support go unclaimed. i used to be the rock that people could cling to in their moment of need as they travel down the river of life. now i am just a rock. everyone has their stability from somewhere else.

appropriately vague

2003-09-21T08:56:44Z

the story of my life.

bitting comentary

2003-09-21T08:55:24Z

my venture into the living world was short lived. my demons revoked my visa; returned me back to my plane of existence. a price has to be payed for my excursion, a price i thought i paid upon entrance to the reality which i inhabited the past few days, the past few weeks. i have no currency my demons will accept other then suffering, which i seem to have a limitless supply of. they will collect it for forty days and forty nights. after i will not be a better person. that which will not kill me will only leave me a hollow shell of a human. solitude.

never drink and derive

2003-09-21T08:48:28Z

depressants plus depressants plus one who is naturally depress equals depression and despair.

insomnia? i'm just not tired.

2003-09-20T12:12:29Z

driving home first thing in the morning sucks. i refuse to do it. coffee, who wakes up the earliest in the city. that is my friend.

crazy crazy everywhere

2003-09-19T22:48:06Z

does anyone find it stsrange that i write about doing violence to others? does anyone enjoy it?

god's song (he's crazy)

2003-09-19T04:09:04Z

my little sister goes to a church sponsored youth group. they sing this song (and a lot of others that are equally crazy):

i like banana's woo i know that mangoes are sweet,
i like papaya's (papaya's)
but nothing can beat, that sweet love of god....

well i was walking round in circles 5 miles per hour,
trying to find my way back to the heavenly father
i asked him in and received his power,
ooh ah e

i like banana's, woo i know that mangoes are sweet,
i like papaya's (papaya's)
but nothing can beat, that sweet love of god....

well i was walking round in circles 5 miles per hour,
trying to find my way back to the heavenly father
i asked him in and received his power,
ooh ah e

i like banana's, woo i know that mangoes are sweet,
i like papaya's (papaya's)
but nothing can beat, that sweet love of god....

repeat the whole thing again!

they are comparing god to the sweet taste of fruit. crazy kids, crazy church, crazy god.

nakedjason @ 2003-09-18T00:21:00

2003-09-18T07:22:12Z

no reason to drink. no one to make out with. i'll live alone forever. combination of vanilla vodka and darvocet. floating. i want to be able to fly. no DUI. one day i will give up.

nakedjason @ 2003-09-15T01:16:00

2003-09-15T10:00:46Z

i feel like i'm missing a large portion of natural reaction. makes me feel fake.
this song makes me feel. stone roses, i want to be adored. i feel a connection with someone. i have someone to share my pain with. they feel the same pain as me. it is a competition in depression. who's the most fucked up. it's kind of amusing... an exciting moment in depression. we need an announcer.

nakedjason @ 2003-09-13T13:02:00

2003-09-13T20:05:27Z

the brain doesn't handle absence. trying to not think is impossible, one can only think of something else.

nakedjason @ 2003-09-11T12:58:00

2003-09-11T19:59:15Z

false patriotism makes me ill. i went to the supermarket yesterday and realized that the current state of humanity disgusts me.

nakedjason @ 2003-09-09T23:31:00

2003-09-10T06:35:39Z

back on the pain meds. questions of cannibals floated through my mind all night at a friend's birthday dinner. i let one slip as we started eating the chocolate raspberry cake. they say i am weird.

nakedjason @ 2003-09-08T11:06:00

2003-09-08T18:11:22Z

i feel free. it is the same kind of free that i get when i purposefully leave my cell phone in my car. it is annoying that i can't turn it back on. my computer broke.

nakedjason @ 2003-09-06T10:21:00

2003-09-06T17:24:02Z

i only get 15 mile per gallon of gas in my truck. i have to drive at least 30 miles one way to get anywhere.

quiz happy

2003-09-05T21:06:20Z

i've gone crazy with the quizzes.

Fight Club!

What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!)
brought to you by Quizilla

nakedjason @ 2003-09-05T13:45:00

2003-09-05T20:46:38Z

con. i am not an artist of coning. i manage to find and utilize loop holes in corporate stores. costco, gamestop, circuit city. i'm not a bad man. i'm just good at being.

nakedjason @ 2003-09-03T09:46:00

2003-09-03T16:49:07Z

i strive to be a person that no one has anything bad to say about. i want to be an extraordinarily OK guy. sometimes i think i have achieved that, but i can never see it in myself. i want to make it my goal t be able to see myself that way, but i don't want to become too sure, too cocky, to egotistical. i need to learn balance.

i king am i

2003-09-02T20:55:24Z

always have a key for your car. even when you have key-less entry, have a key. the car belonging ot the house of which i am sitting needs to be moved between twelve pm and two pm on tuesdays. at eleven thirty am i went to go move the vehicle. it did not co-operate. the doors would not unlock, i could not get inside. for half an hour i tried every key in the house on the doors of the truck. no dice. by twelve twenty in the am i decided to break in. it took me five minutes. (i'll not say how) it was then i discovered the cause behind all the trouble. no power. i managed to convince the DPT that they did not need to ticket the car, then i managed to restore power to it all by myself. am i the king? the king i am.

nakedjason @ 2003-09-02T00:07:00

2003-09-02T07:10:55Z

the new hydrogen powered bus costs around three million dollars each. clean air. safety. fun!
enough alcohol to make an old man costs around twelve dollars and ninety-nine cents. put him at the head of one of the aforementioned busses makes it a bad investment. not so safe. fun!
who loves the city?

nakedjason @ 2003-08-31T19:40:00

2003-09-01T02:41:39Z

i am putting some serious thought into life these past two weeks. what is it? why is it? those sort of questions. it is a strange thing, this life is.

mistakes in the city

2003-08-30T15:45:19Z

house-sitting in the city of san francisco for two weeks has made me realize a few things. don't own a huge fucking suburban when you live in an apartment that has no parking. kill your dog. i really dislike the dog that comes with this house. i dislike having to walk it, pick up its poop. it is really old, maybe it will die.