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    <title>Narf!</title>
    <published>2006-08-17T14:50:41Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-17T14:50:41Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Children of Dune soundtrack</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ebola is so the sexiest protein strand ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOGALOO!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:comawhite015:7847</id>
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    <title>comawhite015 @ 2006-08-15T00:15:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-14T12:16:21Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-14T12:16:21Z</updated>
    <category term="japanese"/>
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    <content type="html">maanantosubarashikunamerunogadoozonamode gozaimashyou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deshta.</content>
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    <title>comawhite015 @ 2006-08-14T23:39:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-14T11:43:37Z</published>
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    <category term="imminent laziness."/>
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    <content type="html">I am roasting tomatoes. Will they be delicious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, very yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going down to Wellington in about two weeks to visit Andrew and Trent. I intend to do nothing except sleep, smoke pot, revel in the no fridge/computer, and cook outside and shit. Fuck that's going to be mint. For like, five days. Living like a hippie. Awesome. I'll go barefoot and climb trees and pick apples and swim in streams. Can't wait. Ooh! I'll arrange some acid for the occasion to make the most out of it and totally trip out in the forest. Best way! You totally feel nature envelop you and it's just real choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes. Hurrah.</content>
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    <title>Death</title>
    <published>2006-08-13T12:01:25Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-13T12:10:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>None. Watching Stigmata.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">OK so it all turned to shit with him and the eighteen year old, and now funnily enough, GUESS WHO'S BEING ALL TALKY and suggested that we do the DVD thing sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me wants to go 'Fuck you, you should have realised how much I rock before, have a coke and a smile and get the fuck out', and the other part of me wants to go 'OH GOD YES'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall see. This time he can lose the sleep and write all the emails. We'll see how bad he wants it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I'm a sap. He's going to have to work twice as hard this time. I really don't feel like being screwed around again.</content>
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    <title>I want to stab Brent Everett with my penis. Fiercely.</title>
    <published>2006-06-18T16:28:22Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-18T16:45:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must stop downloading so much porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are better things to waste data on.. Not many.. But there are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that suck -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Influenza virii&lt;br /&gt;2. Dick cheese&lt;br /&gt;3. *really* closeup shots of ugly bits in porn. Seriously. Hairy deep-sea fish. This is why our eyes are up HERE.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tartar.&lt;br /&gt;5. Running out of garlic&lt;br /&gt;6. Hot guys who won't sleep with me&lt;br /&gt;7. Flies&lt;br /&gt;8. Dog vomit&lt;br /&gt;9. Hot guys who send me pictures of themselves wearing boxerbriefs who then just stop talking&lt;br /&gt;10. Judgemental people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gothika was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Species is also great. Go Giger. I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that are cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Giger.&lt;br /&gt;2. The Popol Vuh&lt;br /&gt;3. Tori Amos fucking up her words when she sings&lt;br /&gt;4. Daisy's solo in 'Wrapped In Plastic'&lt;br /&gt;5. Having garlic&lt;br /&gt;6. Hot guys who will sleep with me&lt;br /&gt;7. Garnier Nutritionist&lt;br /&gt;8. Hypercube physics&lt;br /&gt;9. The I-Ching&lt;br /&gt;10. Time physics&lt;br /&gt;11. Venus perhaps being a 5-dimensional planet as a current theory&lt;br /&gt;12. The Montauk project (OMG)&lt;br /&gt;13. Carol Burnett's Tarzan scream&lt;br /&gt;14. Farts&lt;br /&gt;15. Orgasms&lt;br /&gt;16. Farting whilst having an orgasm (heh)&lt;br /&gt;17. Nightmares (I *do* enjoy them. How sick is that.)&lt;br /&gt;18. MDMA&lt;br /&gt;19. TFMPP/BZP&lt;br /&gt;20. Booze.&lt;br /&gt;21. Cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just wouldn't be me if I didn't put those last three in cuz I DO love them so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was so Letterman. But he sucks. So it was completely unlike Letterman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to brush my teeth. *rubs with tongue* You know the furriness?&lt;br /&gt;Come on. Like you have never felt the furriness. Don't make that face you fucking hypocrite. Bitch. I hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK that's mean. I don't hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no toffee for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAID NO TOFFEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok one.&lt;br /&gt;ONLY ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUT IT BACK&lt;br /&gt;PUT IT BACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit. whadda guts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASSHOLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm yeah&lt;br /&gt;oh god&lt;br /&gt;fuck yeah&lt;br /&gt;faster&lt;br /&gt;unh unh unh unh unh ahh ahh ahh&lt;br /&gt;unh unh unh unh unh unh unh&lt;br /&gt;oh god&lt;br /&gt;I'm gunna cum&lt;br /&gt;I'm gunna cum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;yeah cum="cum" me="me"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you want me to cum on you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;yeah cum="cum" me="me"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah unh unh unh&lt;br /&gt;Unnnnnnnnnnnh! -squirt-clench -FART-squirt-clench-FART-squirt-clench-FART-dribble-clench-fart dribble -clench-fartlet&lt;br /&gt;WTF&lt;br /&gt;WTF IS THAT&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONLY ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAID FUCKING ONE</content>
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    <title>Fred as a parent</title>
    <published>2006-06-18T16:27:53Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-18T16:27:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You kids think you're all that, but you ain't got shit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was your age, we were so poor, we couldn't afford to do anything. We just smoked pot all day. We didn't have MTV. We just got wasted and watched the radio. And it was always raining. And the weatherman would grow horns and laugh at us whenever he came on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have it so fucking lucky. You know what we had to eat? Sawdust. And it was expensive. Sawdust and scrap metal. My father would come home from working at the metalworks all day with pieces of scrap metal and woodchips from the furnace and that was all we had. But we were grateful. We didn't complain. And my mother. My poor mother. She was a goddess. She could take that shit and make a banquet out of it. She'd get all that sawdust and cook for us nine kids and make a mangled jungle gym taste so delicious. And we were happy, dammit, cuz we were a family. Now you have your fuckin McDonalds and rollups and fruit-for-yonks and shit and you've forgotten what it's like to be grateful for the simple things. You have the electric blankets and insulation and windows and shit. You have designer clothes. You know what we used to wear when I was growing up? Sawdust and scrap metal. My mother would glue the woodchips to me and wrap me in sheet aluminium and send me to school in the snow. But we were happy. That was all we had and we loved eachother. One day I got home and I was so hungry I ate an entire set of bent gears all by myself. That was food for christmas dinner for the whole family and I ate it all. I was greedy. And I felt so terrible. But my mother gave me a hug and said she understood. You kids have no fucking idea.</content>
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    <title>Put my song, mira! Aiee, that my song!</title>
    <published>2006-06-14T02:45:15Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-14T04:24:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xhdusDt4SwM&amp;search=marilyn%20manson%20live"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xhdusDt4SwM&amp;search=marilyn%20manson%20live&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quality is grainy and the sound is mediocre but OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!!@$!@$@!$ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D=D=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, ONLY PERFORMANCE EVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And listen to 'Grab My Hips' by Sebastien Leger. You'll see why.</content>
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    <title>comawhite015 @ 2006-06-14T14:07:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-14T02:09:43Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-14T02:09:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Tee hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b1ExTEV4150&amp;search=tori%20amos"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b1ExTEV4150&amp;search=tori%20amos&lt;/a&gt; - Tori doing 'Sugar' with the DRUMS in Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VrUcR9ke3ug&amp;search=tori%20amos"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VrUcR9ke3ug&amp;search=tori%20amos&lt;/a&gt; - Mr Zebra. BUT she FUCKS it up and does this incredibly cute thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WEHjCey6eKc&amp;search=tori%20amos"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WEHjCey6eKc&amp;search=tori%20amos&lt;/a&gt; - Vegas again. 'The Waitress'. It lasts ELEVEN MINUTES and it's also the infamous 'Eat my pussy!' incident due to a rude bitch at the front of the crowd.</content>
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    <title>comawhite015 @ 2006-06-12T14:46:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-12T02:54:50Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-12T02:54:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Omg so like after visiting Caluzzi to say the helloes to Jason, I went off and ran into some random dodgy people I haven't seen for ages cuz I'm a good boy now, but I got me a deal on a couple of pills. Which was nice. I also got me a whole bunch of fake ones. For some reason. And popped those and then got all excited and ran off to Family. For some reason.  It was fucking insane. I danced for like, 6 hours straight with these random people who just kept on appearing and leaving, and I was so loved up I was like 'lallal omg HI how ARE you rah rah rah' and due to all the going outside to talk to people every five minutes I ended up smoking 2 packets of cigarettes. And like. My voice is so incredibly husky and sexy. And it's MONDAY. It's still gunna be all fucked for the next couple of days. So like I saw Lola and apparently she's been trying to hunt me down since last time but SOMEONE didn't tell me but meh. She's calling me today. And like. I saw Dino and Marshall and they were all like '*look* *snob*' and I was like '*HUGE OTT 'I SEE YOU' SMILE' and it was funny. Six rather potent TFMPP pills and 2 pinkies was like. Adequate. So like, I was getting all these weirdo looks all night cuz I liked to sit and watch from a vantage point. So there was everyone taking themselves WAY TOO seriously and there was me sitting on an elevation onto which I'd dragged a stool, without my shirt on, chainsmoking. It was very interesting. So I saw Will from a thousand years ago. Aaaaaand um. Jason again. He was like 'Look at you. Your eyes are like dinner plates.' umm aaaand I saw Ed. Aaaaand OH! The watch fixing guy! He was nice. And um. A few others. And then there were the people who came up and tried to pick me up. You can imagine how well that went down. About 4 guys were trying to be all subtle like and be , you know, the whole like, just walk up to me and stand next to me and like, not say much, and then they'd try to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You've been sitting there for two hours smoking and drinking water.'&lt;br /&gt;'Yes. I like to watch.&lt;br /&gt;'That means you're a voyeur.'&lt;br /&gt;'So be it.'&lt;br /&gt;'So be it? what the hell?'&lt;br /&gt;'Yes.'&lt;br /&gt;'You're a weirdo'&lt;br /&gt;'You wouldn't believe how often I hear that.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say to people like that! It's like, come up to me and say something stupid and like, .. How should I respond? So I respond literally and don't mince words. It's easy and saves a whole lot of bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I must have looked a bit weird but who cares. Wouldn't be the first time and sure as hell won't be the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then at about 7:30 or 8 or something I went to the Supper Club and just sat and watched. The other people there (it was PACKED) were like, superhuman. The DJ was going mental and They were just still pumping out the most amazing music when I left, but like, the wee dance floor was INSAAAAAAAAANE and it was all daylight and wicked but my god, I was just so glad to be sitting down. This queer walked past me and like, almost sneered and said 'Are you still here?' at which I gave him my finger. And he looked all nonplussed and queer and walked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like there was this short fat drunk ugly bitch who like, appeared and sat ON my table and nearly knocked my drink over. I was like '....' and then she got up and moved and 'lost balance' and sat on my lap. I was like 'Get the fuck off me'. Like about half an hour afterwards I was like 'Right. Pee. Then go.' So I'm downstairs and like, this bitch APPEARS again and DRRRRAGGGGS me into the loo with her and is like 'Hold my drink! I need to piss!' So she like, sits down and starts to piss and looks up at me it was like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Where are you from?'&lt;br /&gt;'um I was born in Brasil'&lt;br /&gt;'No way. You're not that hideous.'&lt;br /&gt;'I don't have any mullato in me'&lt;br /&gt;'I am a model from Brasil'&lt;br /&gt;'No you're not'&lt;br /&gt;'You're really ugly and really hideous'&lt;br /&gt;'What the fuck did you just say?&lt;br /&gt;'You're really ugly and really hideous'&lt;br /&gt;'Did you just call me ugly!?'&lt;br /&gt;'Am I the prettiest tranny you've ever seen?'&lt;br /&gt;'No.'&lt;br /&gt;'Yes I am. I'm the prettiest tranny you're ever seen.'&lt;br /&gt;'No you're really not aye'&lt;br /&gt;'And you're in love with me'&lt;br /&gt;'Hellll no. You just called me ugly. That's rude.'&lt;br /&gt;'Yes you are. And you're going to come home with me.'&lt;br /&gt;'Like fuck I am'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL of this is while she's sitting on the can pissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'*bitchy* So are you going to buy me a drink or what?'&lt;br /&gt;'No.'&lt;br /&gt;'*shocked and like, angry. She's sneering. Like she *actually bared her teeth*&lt;br /&gt;'... What?????'&lt;br /&gt;'No. I am going to go home now.&lt;br /&gt;'What????'&lt;br /&gt;'Here's your drink. Goodbye.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I too formal and blunt sometimes? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's like, people banging on the door trying to get in cuz they thought we were fucking or something, and there was me banging on the door trying to get out. All because of the evil tranny. So like, I opened the door and walked through the wee throng of whistling leering people who thought I'd just gotten some hot fat tranny action, and high-tailed it the fuck out of there and went to wait for my bus which took EIGHTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN minutes to get there, and then fourty minutes to get home. My bed lovely. I JUST ate some beans which was like the first thing I've eaten since. hehehe. damn stomach shrinkage and appetite suppressants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahh&lt;br /&gt;I STILL feel nasty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body is like 'WHAT did you DO to me you CUNT' and I'm all like 'I'm sorrreeeee just stay still and swallow the fluids'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's working kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg I saw Paul from Wofem where I used to work like, seven years ago. I always knew he'd end up queer.&lt;br /&gt;He looked so gay with his tiny white t-shirt and stuff. I was like 'tee hee!' cuz he used to hit on my 15 year old ass heaps &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K well I'm bored.</content>
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    <title>comawhite015 @ 2006-06-11T10:45:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-10T22:46:32Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-10T22:46:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh my god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAZY night last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many pills..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to relax now with blessed silence. I put the clock away because the ticking was annoying.</content>
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    <title>comawhite015 @ 2006-06-08T13:00:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-08T01:01:22Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-08T01:01:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So the charges should have just gone off, and I've been told to keep listening to the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is full of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gullible.</content>
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    <title>comawhite015 @ 2006-06-08T00:59:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-08T01:00:01Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-08T01:12:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So apparently this guy I know is going to blow a whole lot of shit up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one minute.</content>
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    <title>comawhite015 @ 2006-06-06T09:04:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-05T21:05:19Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-05T21:08:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Hanz Zimmer - Gladiator Soundtrack</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It's FREEZING and SUNNY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pooze. ALTHOUGH the omelette will make everything better. And the heater is on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to rant about today, yet. Maybe later. In fact definately later. You know it's going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is (one) Mark Of The Beast day. Hurrah.</content>
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    <title>comawhite015 @ 2006-06-04T09:32:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-03T21:38:50Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-03T21:38:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">What pooey weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rellies are coming tonight.. Only four of them.. So it should be a hoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALTHOUGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no gardening. So Carol and I will have to just have to smoke up and dance on the balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that will be doable.</content>
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    <title>Ooer!</title>
    <published>2006-06-02T12:41:51Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-02T23:08:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">'Titus' is on. And fuck me, it's actually pretty damn cool. Jessica Lange is Tamora, the Goth queen. And is BADASS!@#@!#@ She's looking a pretty meaty kinda voman nowadays. And the mean tats they gave her were pretty rad. Though she's a complete fucking whore. The Goth family seems to be quite incestuous. &lt;br /&gt;And what'shisname.. That guy who was in The Velvet Goldmine with the lips. He's in it. And he and his brother have a few rather homoerotic wrestling bits. And they look like they're enjoying it a bit too much when they cuddle. Even with mum. It's saucy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting seeing this woman's take on this play. It's all modern and.. fucked.. It's neat how as Shakespeare never really wrote stage directions alla time (he did but fuck all) you can put like, anything you want in.. So there's all this madness going on but the dialogue is about something COMPLETELY different.. That kind of freedom to interpret would be pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Tamora is fucking evil. She can be my new favourite.</content>
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    <title>comawhite015 @ 2006-06-02T00:24:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-01T12:24:51Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-01T20:20:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Lisa. Your server is shit. Get a new one ;D</content>
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    <title>comawhite015 @ 2006-05-31T10:06:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-30T22:08:43Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-30T22:26:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">And I found out what you are in time&lt;br /&gt;Some things you told me that I hear in my brain&lt;br /&gt;And those times that you stroll down in mine &lt;br /&gt;Time to rip it out&lt;br /&gt;Time to keep it in&lt;br /&gt;Time to keep it up&lt;br /&gt;Time to begin</content>
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    <title>Hairy Lee!?!?</title>
    <published>2006-05-30T12:40:42Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-30T12:40:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Pink Elephants on Parade</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Music is fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All pieces both simultaneously exist and do not in the void before they are compiled by the artist.. any combination of sounds could happen.. but the exact amount of this or that combined with the melody and mathematics and soul come together to make each of them unique..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love hearing people sing eachother's songs. It requires a huge amount of respect and trust, I think..</content>
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    <title>comawhite015 @ 2006-05-30T17:29:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-30T05:42:06Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-30T06:19:17Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Placebo - Running Up That Hill</lj:music>
    <content type="html">=D Finished an assignment today!&lt;br /&gt;That is nice. I hope I do ok.&lt;br /&gt;=/ 50 pages of bollocks. Yurghhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasta good =D =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random! I was just listening to Tori singing 'God' from the 08/28/05 bootleg.. She makes it last for eight minutes. She blends the chorus of 'Running Up That Hill' by Kate Bush into it at the end. Absolutely fucking incredible.</content>
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    <title>It looks like you sat on an almond joy, cochino.</title>
    <published>2006-05-27T15:42:29Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-27T15:42:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.subversiveelement.com/skyfallsfleshfalls.html"&gt;http://www.subversiveelement.com/skyfallsfleshfalls.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear.. god..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's.. just.. strange.. I love it. Seriously.. Can you imagine?&lt;br /&gt;Sitting outside with a gin and tonic. Having a cigarette. Clear sky. Then all of a sudden A FUCKLOAD OF RAW MEAT STARTS TO PELT YOU AND LASTS FOR SEVEN MINUTES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That has some bizarre implications. Rips?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck airplanes, shitting buzzards, waterspouts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact anyone who can explain that to me I'll give fifty bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if anyone knows who apples_oranges_beetroot_mango_sushi_burgers@hotmail.com is, tell me. Cuz they're cool and they didn't tell me who they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless.</content>
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    <title>Lick it and pass it.</title>
    <published>2006-05-27T15:33:43Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-27T15:33:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.subversiveelement.com/DancingRocksoftheRacetrackPlaya.html"&gt;http://www.subversiveelement.com/DancingRocksoftheRacetrackPlaya.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naughty, naughty stones. Being little shits while no one's watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not my kid, but I'll hit you.</content>
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    <title>Pointless.</title>
    <published>2006-05-26T13:53:27Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-03T14:23:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">hahahahahahahaahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since the beginning of the year, I have been of the opinion that Massive Attack's 'Blue Lines' is the best album in existence to fuck to. Seriously. If you haven't, for gods sake, do it to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing about that is that I was just randomly trawling the Wiki about said group cuz I just got this sexy bootleg and I'm cumming in my pants cuz it's MINT but anyway. The trawling. I found this -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Madonna, who collaborated with the group on their 1995 single "I Want You", revealed that she liked to listen to the album whilst making love. [1]"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Mads. She is a bit of a legend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. Screw to the Massive. I am serious people. From Safe from Harm all the way through. Pelvis-grinding, flesh-slapping, head banging, grunty grooviness.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And think of me when you do. Bahahahaha. That'll be healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information on Massive Attack - &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Massive_Attack"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Massive_Attack&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and this is funny. - &lt;a href="http://hedonistica.com/videos/stealthdisco.wmv"&gt;http://hedonistica.com/videos/stealthdisco.wmv&lt;/a&gt; - Stealth Disco. Baahahahha.</content>
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    <title>Pretty</title>
    <published>2006-05-25T15:07:00Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-25T15:07:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Now the colours are working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have to do now is figure out how to make the pretty dates appear on the side. Is that possible for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz it would be nice.. The clicky calendar thing.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is neat. *likes*</content>
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    <title>Tadaaaaa.</title>
    <published>2006-05-25T13:28:00Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-25T13:28:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Alright..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as I've just moved from Blogspot, here is everything so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. It's rude and ugly. Get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you have to read from the bottom up for it to make sense. Just in case you're dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, May 24, 2006&lt;br /&gt;No more vitriol. It is purged.&lt;br /&gt;Bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got my Xtra bill.. There are things on it that confound me.. What the hell is an 'Anytime' that costs 99 dollars?.. fah.. Weirdness.. They are getting a phone call. Poobums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was good.. Putting the delicious redness and fluorescent orange onto the pristine work.. mmmmmm.. It's such a power trip *giggle*.. I love being a grammar and spelling Nazi.. Although sometimes when I type trains of thought they can be complete bollocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that make me an hypocrite? Perhaps..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay so going for pizza and beer tonight with the maternal parental unit.. We shall sit at the bar and rant about microbiology and scare the normals. That's always fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I seem to have been invited to the QoC thingie at Alleluya. That should be interesting. I shall go next week. It will be fun to see how many people I know there. That always seems to happen.. It's the problem with being the only gay Fred in Auckland. And being an oddball it's kinda hard to forget me, apparently.. what with the insanity and everything. Also, given the fact that I was working at Pod earlier on this year, there would maybe be some extra familiar faces I used to make coffee for. Hmm. Part of me is feeling shy about it.. But then again that's just the Aspergers talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'OMGOMG new social things.. anxiety anxiety.. How should this be dealt with.. anxiety anxiety.. Did I say the right thing.. anxiety anxiety..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although if I have a couple of drinks in me it should be alright. That tends to make me care a little bit less.. Doesn't stop me from being a fruit loop but at least I don't seem to care as much. heheheehe. Go self medication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny. I LOVE people. Going out and meeting people and doing things is one of the things I live for. It's just that sometimes I seem to be SO BAD AT IT.. heheheheheeh. Lots of people don't like me.. But then again lots of people do like me so it balances out. Damn that Scorpio Mars of mine *giggle*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently in Roman times, the commanders of the armies put the Scorpio Mars troops on the front line because we tend to be much more passionate and RRRRRRRRAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR then the majority.. Kinda like Muad'Dibs Fedaykin death commandos.. That's pretty hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still on a high from working out earlier today.. I have the arms and chest of a Taurus.. it's a shame that when the blood leaves I'll deflate somewhat but that's what repetition is for, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh there should be a disclaimer here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've gotten this link through me then probably sometime I will mention you in here. Get over it cuz that means you exert influence in my life enough for me to want to write about you. Take it as a compliment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or get fucked, whichever you prefer. =D =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posted by F at 9:50 PM 0 comments  &lt;br /&gt;Shits&lt;br /&gt;So this is from a few days ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm going to put it here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'M ALLOWED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people are revolting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that the majority of them only seem to be able to talk about sex?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy on gay.com just now was like 'So I just read your profile on NZD.. I know what ADD and an ASD are .. blah blah I know everything about everything. I am a doctor. Just to let you know it would be unethical for you to see me as a patient. Cuz I'd wanna fuck you. dude u r fuken hot etc etc. are u into fone sx?' etC ETC ET FUCKING C.. and like.. then he was all 'u wanna hook up' and I was like 'I don't do casual sex' and his response is 'seeya' and OMG... dork.. He disgusted me.. His age thingie said 22 as well and when I was like 'Oh so you're a doctor at 22' he was like 'I'm 43. Lying. Everyone does' it's like OMG.. thumb bitey to all people like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH BAH BAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Delphic oracle was right.. The seventh rule of said oracle is 'Most people are bad'.. I hate to believe it but sometimes I dunno.. meeeeeehhhhhhhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even people on my MSN list who like I KNOW can be decent people only talk about how much they wish to screw and then get all iffy when I don't talk!.. fah fah fah!&lt;br /&gt;I don't KNOW how to talk about stupid sexual small talk for more than 4 seconds.. What's the attraction? You're two people sitting at a fucking PC. There's only so far you can go. I can't think of anything sillier than typing 'yeah im jacking it' and shit for 2 hours talking about all the SAME crap over and over again about how much you like to have sex with boys and how much you cum and shit like that interspersed with 'mm yeh thats hot dude'... I mean for FUCKS sake. You'd have to have the brain of a fucking mite to be entertained by that.. And like, people who I talk to for FIVE minutes are all 'do u like cuddles?' and stuff and get that weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I've never met you but I'm going to latch onto you and get all 'i wish i culd find someone like you to date''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thing.. GOD.. GOD GOD GOD.. Like. It says so much about people! Lack of thought! Fuck! I don't GET it.. Like about 5 thought processes have to be completely SKIPPED in order to pull shit like that off.. TIRED .. TIRED TIRED.. It's AWFUL! And those STUPID&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'hey'&lt;br /&gt;'Good evening =D'&lt;br /&gt;'how r u'&lt;br /&gt;'Eh I'm alright. Charmed sucks. How are you?'&lt;br /&gt;'good'&lt;br /&gt;'That's good.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'so what r u into'&lt;br /&gt;'Um, in what sense?'&lt;br /&gt;'like what do u do for fun'&lt;br /&gt;'Er, many things. Broad, broad topic there. Long story short I read and play games and exercise and watch movies and do music stuff and draw etc etc... heh.. What about you?'&lt;br /&gt;'ur hot. wanna hook up?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY ARE YOU WASTING MY TIME! Logically I know that I don't think I could be friends with someone who is too fucking mentally and physically lazy to actually learn to type well, but I mean people could at LEAST try to make an EFFORT or at least be honest and not waste my time and get me thinking I may have a new mate by putting fucking SMALL TALK onto me. SMALL TALK ! BAH!.. It's STUPID.. It's like a pointless dance that you know EVERY step to and you just wish you could skip it.. The Japanese have it right. It's not small talk. It's manners and ritual. There are neither of those about this bollocks. It's pointless and inane. And&lt;br /&gt;it's bullshit. Just ASK me if I want to fuck. The answer will be no, but at least I won't be disappointed after thinking MAYBE you could be a decent person barring your shitty typing and mental laziness. I mean honestly. I LIKE sex. God, I fucking love sex. There is nothing better sometimes then stabbing someone more or less fiercely with my cock and vice verca. But at the same time, TRY, PLEASE TRY stimulate me mentally. My brain is like a big fuckoff frenulum. If I think you're interesting I'll want to fuck you more. SIMPLE. Not exactly plasma physics. Though if you could talk plasma physics to me that would be hot as.. mm.. Or we could get giggety with the chaos.. talk morphic fields to me, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. All the people I mocked relentlessly for a long time were right. Catharsis. I must make a point of not thanking them or apologising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will leave you with this thought..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a spelling chequer&lt;br /&gt;It came with my pea sea&lt;br /&gt;It plainly marquees for my revue&lt;br /&gt;Miss steaks eye cannot sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When eye strike a quay, right a word&lt;br /&gt;I weight four it two say&lt;br /&gt;Whether eye am wrong or wright&lt;br /&gt;It shows me strait a weigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as a mist ache is maid&lt;br /&gt;It nose bee four two late&lt;br /&gt;And eye can put the error rite&lt;br /&gt;It's rarely, rarely grate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've run this poen threw it&lt;br /&gt;I'm shore your pleased to no&lt;br /&gt;Its letter perfect in its weigh&lt;br /&gt;My chequer tolled me sew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck all of you who rely on spell checkers you lazy cunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you. Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posted by F at 9:39 AM 0 comments  &lt;br /&gt;Well after damn near two days of shitty, shitty, sHITTY writing, rain, Liz Shaw, body mortification, and bondage research, I am fucking tired and am so going to sleep right now.&lt;br /&gt;And God said 'Let thy first blog entry be entirely random'..&lt;br /&gt;And it totally was..&lt;br /&gt;And there was much rejoicing..&lt;br /&gt;I am the LORD that led thee forth from Egypt@!&lt;br /&gt;And the Jews were all 'WE FUCKING KNOW YOU SAY THAT EVERY FIVE MINUTES' and God was all 'Yeah I know but shut up cuz I'm bigger than you fuckfaces'.. And the Jews were all 'OY If only we had passed on the lambs blood.. ' And God was all 'Ha ha tardmo cunts now you owe me so suck my dick.. make sure you wear a hat..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posted by F at 9:26 AM 0 comments</content>
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