| 03.04.03 |
i am a golden god hahahahah. 500$ rent due tomorrow, my computer has a light. do you see the light? macromedia director has no light. need an adventure. |
| 03.02.03 |
grilled calamari for dinner, contrary to popular opinion, i have been known to eat a little seafood. be jealous. |
| 03.01.03 |
happy birthday mom. |
| 03.01.03 |
i am a lingo go and macromedia director can on enterMyASS go the frame straight to hell, i win, won. due weds. The Emphasis US Tour 2002. |
| 02.26.03 |
too much work to do (_))==uuuu==D not enough \|/ all this makes the head go >;oZ i swear to god could music get anymore annoying yes, it can |
| 02.24.03 |
sans-large-backspace key, you'd think i'd want to say less. well, i do. |
| 02.24.03 |
tough like teeth removal, i write to hear myself type |
| 02.24.03 |
aka, i give it to you here |
| 02.24.03 |
dump site, sleep some more |
| 02.10.03 |
this took place 2 days ago.
----- Original Message -----
From: john@lockjaw.net
To: john@lockjaw.net
Sent: Saturday, Feb 08, 2003 11:53 AM
Subject: conduct an email interview with yourself
>just what exactly is the message you are trying to convey through you work on the internet?
well john, i think as an artist and in being an internet user since 1994, i
have attuned a great sensitivity to where the web has been and where it is
and quite possibly, some of where it is going. If you'll take notice to
the majority of graphics on the cable tv channel MTV2. They are all
inspired by, if not done by web designers. I think my designs and
interfacing speaks to a certain vernacular within the internet. When it is
broken down, a 72dpi computer monitor is nothing but pixels. Hidden
beneath my ugly exploitation of this pixel is a technical irony. A
language that speaks to any web designer is that of compatibility. I choose
to deny some users, I choose to what extent my items are resizable,
scrollable. I think, and I truly mean this, that there are no accidents. I deny the accident.
heh. ok, those of you with any sense of humour...*shakes head* |
| 02.10.03 |
i had a dream this morning just before i woke up about the philadephia gas works guy coming to turn my hot water back on., i dreamt that he was totally cool and gave us free heat, just taught us how to rig the machine to dispense it without anybody ever knowing. it was supposed to be our secret, we shared a single swedish fish that he had drawn from his pocket, encrusted in nutty things and osme lint, it looked like you'd expect it to, coming from a pair of 9 year old Dickies. "this will be our time" and i bite into it. |
| 02.09.03 |
rescue is my favourite band. |
| 02.05.03 |
there are days where i get so f'ing excited, it's like dirty cyan, makes rick want to kill himself,. sexy new guestbook at theemphasis going to sleep. nyc trip tomorrows :) -- TODAY IS AN 'A' DAY. |
| 02.04.03 |
"everyone should be bloody." if you know what i mean. "you might as well have a skull and cross bones stamped on your nutz." if you know what i mean
johnny offline (11:10:11 PM): i will dread parts
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| 02.03.03 |
that midi really f'd up my computer, starting ie became a big deal, i'm sure glad yesterday is over with |
| 02.03.03 |
i'm convinced this website is is like shopping at the dirty, seedy grocery store that's 5 blocks closer than the clean, pristine, 1$ more grocery store. hot content at discount / scratch & dent prices, if you can handle the typos and lack of stupid cat! |
| 02.02.03 |
HAY MOM!, check it out!!, I HAVE AN INTERNET PORTAL!!! |
| 02.02.03 |
coming someday: long distance phone calls to the dead, vandalism art essay, some things that are intentionally cryptic to cause you to be self-concious and bothered, you(pl) little narcicist(s). :) |
| 01.30.03 |
- i'm sorry about
- almost everything all the time
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| 01.30.03 |
dropped piano, added history of crafts with my favourite teacher <3. didn't goto writin gtoday, i was having an attack. don't believe the good news. non-silver today, i had the wrong paper but i have a better idea of what the class is about, vandyke brown - i can do a lot with it, i think the other processes will be more useful to me however. sexy brown. sexy head ache. |
| 01.29.03 |
today in class i fell asleep, some white kid said 'nigga' a whole lot, my professor showed us old student work, i woke up resented the kid, resented the work, presented my idea, recieved no feedback as usual, and went back to sleep - now to get started on the project. |
| 01.29.03 |
the name of this game is called hurry up and content! go! where is my nessa? |
| 01.29.03 |
i love staying up past my bedtime, talking bullshit, talking shit, pretending, faking, meaning it, mending it, arizona green tea, graph paper, i love waiting, i love patience, i love mechanically inclined persons, i love self-control, i love sleep. |
| 01.29.03 |
i hate the phone, electricity, gas, hot water, the cost of living, the cost of loving, the cost of eating, the cost of high fashion, the cost of low culture, starbursts, and large consumer-grade vehicles. |
| 01.28.03 |
off to bed in love haha |
| 01.27.03 |
my teachers like me,
i make decisions
music sucks. |
| 01.27.03 |
where are all the clever kids at 9:31, they signed offline unanimously to ride their bikes and grow their hair and become five-alive, oh oh, and i'm not done. but what is it about eating tuna fish straight out of the can, or a Nissin Cup Noodles - it's truly much more than a soup. dinner fit exactly for me, in my warm bedroom typing to myself with a faux-away message on, stay away from internet instant messanger as fast as you can. |
| 01.27.03 |
johnny offline (1:35:49 PM): fuck me
johnny offline (1:35:51 PM): in it anyplace
johnny offline (1:36:15 PM): i believe trite is spelled more like 'fruit'
johnny offline (1:36:20 PM): needlessly fruit |
| 01.27.03 |
okay, so maybe that was the chili peppers and not me. okay so maybe i am tired and have nothing good to say, but godammit, people like me, i have proof. |
| 01.26.03 |
sometimes i feel like i don't have a partner. sometimes i feel like my only friend because the city i live in, the city of angels as lonely as i am togethor we cry |
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