Bee Gees, Survey
2003-05-09 - 1:06 a.m.
before/after
strangely
non-functional guestbook
Borrowed my dad's truck today. He drives a pickup truck. I don't think I should hold that against him, but still... I've taken to photographing obnoxious pickup trucks on the road. The trucks that scream out 'redneck' or 'hick'. I got the idea a week or so ago when I saw a pickup with these effects coming off the side of the cab, running boards, something off of the cab, and believe it or not, a trunk scoop. You know, a trunk scoop. Like you see on stock cars. Except this wasn't a stock car. It was a pickup truck. Maybe he was a visonary. Maybe he knew something about aerodynamics that I never will. I doubt it. He was a redneck, through and fuckin' through. So I tried to take picutres, to the consternation of the other drivers. People pointed and stared. I think my incorporation of driving and my love of photography unnerved them. But anyway. I borrowed his truck, which isn't a redneck special, but is a pickup truck, went through his CDs and found the Bee Gee's greatest hits. The goddam BEE fucking GEES. This is a nugget of information that will be drawn forth at an opportune moment, when father decides to impune my taste on just about anything. "Yeah, yeah, I have poor taste. How's that beegees album in your pickup truck treating you?" So I drove across town, blaring the theme to 'Saturday Night Fever,' laughing like Satan on a threeday pass to a bordello. I stole this from http://www.thrennion.diaryland.com . LAYER ONE: -- Name: Argentum
-- Birth date: I value a certain anonymity
-- Birthplace:
-- Current Location:
-- Eye Color: Blue
-- Hair Color: brown
-- Height: six foot two
-- Righty or Lefty: Righty. -- Zodiac Sign: cancer...what a bummer, I'm a disease.
LAYER TWO: -- Your heritage: mostly german. Some english.
-- The shoes you wore today: my trusty brown leather doc martens -- Your weakness: aggressive women
-- Your fears: wanting to die and not being able to die
-- Your perfect pizza: thin crust extra baked extra sauce pepperoni. Try it, I used to work at a pizza joint. It rules. -- Goal you'd like to achieve: enlightenment
LAYER THREE:
-- Your most overused phrase on AIM: 'right on'.
-- Your thoughts first waking up: "I so could sleep longer."
-- Your best physical feature: eyes, lips, body. -- Your bedtime: 2 a.m.-3.a.m.
-- Your most missed memory: menage a trois with two fav girls in college. yow.
LAYER FOUR: -- Pepsi or Coke: Diet Pepsi.
-- McDonald's or Burger King: McDonald's.
-- Single or group dates: who the fuck dates anymore?
-- Adidas or Nike: doc marten, sketchers
-- Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: lipton
-- Chocolate or vanilla: vanilla
-- Cappuccino or coffee: used to be cappucino, now coffee
LAYER FIVE: -- Smoke: used to.
-- Cuss: yep.
-- Sing: a lot.
-- Take a shower everyday: ehh, yeah, lately. I should break out of that eventually.
-- Have a crush(es): Sure.
-- Do you think you've been in love: yep.
-- Want to go to college: It was so nice, I'm going twice.
-- Like(d) high school: no.
-- Want to get married: sure.
-- Believe in yourself: Always. Insanely so.
-- Get motion: Is there really motion? Is there you? Is there me? No.
-- Think you're attractive: yeah. sure.
-- Think you're a health freak: No, but I'm taking a lot better care of myself.
-- Get along with your parent(s): I guess.
-- Like thunderstorms: my lifesblood.
-- Play an instrument: guitar. piano. my COCK!
LAYER SIX: In the past month...
-- Drank alcohol: no.
-- Smoked: No.
-- Done a drug: No.
-- Had Sex: No. Hanging on by my fingernails so I don't end up taking another hot, hot shower, scrub myself and looking at my cock saying things like, "you greedy fuckin' bastid."
-- Made Out: No.
-- Gone on a date: no, like I said, who dates? Get drunk, fuck wherever you can. fuck dinner and a movie.
-- Gone to the mall?: unfortunately yes.
-- Eaten an entire box of Oreos: No.
-- Eaten sushi: uh-uh.
-- Been on stage: uh-huh.
-- Been dumped: no.
-- Gone skating: no.
-- Made homemade cookies: no.
-- Gone skinny dipping: No.
-- Dyed your hair: No.
-- Stolen anything: time away from death
LAYER SEVEN: Ever...
-- Played a game that required removal of clothing: yes
-- If so, was it mixed company: Yes.
-- Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: ha, yeah.
-- Been caught "doing something": caught/watched, whatever.
-- Been called a tease: yes.
-- Gotten beaten up: No.
-- Shoplifted: Yes.
-- Changed who you were to fit in: Never. I am the same from the top of society to the bottom.
LAYER EIGHT: -- Age you hope to be married: Before death.
-- Numbers and Names of Children: no idea. I'd rather not, but then, most guys would rather not, and it still happens.
-- Describe your Dream Wedding: naked. on a beach. by elvis.
-- How do you want to die: painlessly or meaningfully
-- Where you want to go to college: nowhere.
-- What do you want to be when you grow up: happy.
-- What country would you most like to visit: Italy again.
LAYER NINE In a guy/girl..
-- Best eye color? the color that looks at me and makes me feel
-- Best hair color? brown, but blonde is okay.
-- Short or long hair: long
-- Best height: somewhere around 5'4"
-- Best weight: sexy is relative with weight
-- Best articles of clothing:
-- Best first date location: communal inter gender bathing.
-- Best first kiss location: on my COCK!
LAYER TEN: -- Number of tattoos: Nada.
-- Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper?: I don't know.
-- Number of scars on my body: Bunch. Five, maybe more. Probably more.
-- Number of things in my past that I regret: A few things.
-- Number of drugs taken illegally: Goddam. I counted once a year or so ago. Over twenty, probably. I really don't know.
-- Number of people I could trust with my life: a lot, actually. I hold my friends close.
-- Number of CDs that I own: lots and lots
-- Number of piercings: Neinte.
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