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This is kind of funny. Mar. 1st, 2006 @ 09:37 pm
The Backrubber
Deliberate Gentle Sex Dreamer (DGSDm)

Lusty but indirect. Kind, but also using friendship as a means to sex. Oh, that feels gooood. You are The Backrubber.

We call you "The Backrubber" because you straddle that fine line between coming on to someone and just treating her nicely. Backrubs are just one example; you'd meet for coffee, or talk about books/movies, or even argue a little bit, all the while mostly preferring to screw.

Your exact opposite:
The Vapor Trail

Random Brutal Love Master
Your indirect approach is not some evil trickery, but rather a result of your open mind. You'd enjoy either love or sex, but the latter definitely doesn't require the former. While you are responsible and ambitious, you absolutely DON'T have uptight views on relationships. So ultimately, you just enjoy a woman, and let things take their course. If she wants you, great. If not, that's fine too.

Though you're not thinking too much about Love at this point in your life, odds are, when the time comes, you'll be very happy settling down. Your ideal mate is gentle and horny, just like you.


ALWAYS AVOID: The Peach

CONSIDER: The Playstation


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Malibu Barbie has a BBQ Feb. 23rd, 2006 @ 09:22 pm
My English teacher reamed me a new asshole. I got an embarrassingly low score on my 1st final essay. Apparently, she put a massive weight on the length of the essay - 1800 words or more, and for each 100 words missing from that ammount, 5 points were taken off. My essay was 1000 words. I had no clue she was expecting 1800 words. The hell did that come from?! It's like the magical number that flew out of her ass at the final moment the last paper was turned in. So, there's 40 points right off the bat taken out of 100 points total, and not counting some more errors I made. I hate this fucking college. I can't wait to get out of here.

On a different note, I finished my film clip entry to the Young Film Composer's Competition TCM holds every year. Let's hope I win so I have a way out if I flunk my English class!

Here at Nigel's Live Journal, we do chicken right! Feb. 17th, 2006 @ 12:19 pm
I hate college algebra. I hate it with a purple passion - that's why I'm constantly purple. The only thing remotely good about it is the beautiful creature that sits sort of close to me in class. But I'm intimidated by that fact alone, and I feel like I can't talk to her - I don't even know where to start. I wonder why the girls I'm interested in never flirt with me. Maybe I need to build up some body muscle. I'm too fucking skinny. Disasterous!

On the other hand, this coffee is pretty damn de-fuckin'-licious. I want to move to the Bahamas, where it's nice 'n toasty warm.

Dear Tabatha x2, Jan. 27th, 2006 @ 09:30 am
It's 9:30, and I'm just about ready to head out the door to pick up my new guitar. Hmmmmm ... Nothing else to write as of yet.

WhooHOO!! Jan. 26th, 2006 @ 05:49 pm
I just bought it! WhooHoo! The guitar is MINE! All miiiine! It was so expensive, and I got it for almost what I wanted to pay for it, but it was such a good deal. I couldn't pass it up. It's on layaway right now, and I've already put down some money for it. So I should have it by tomorrow when I receive the rest of my money and I can pay it off. YAYAH! I just can't wait to play with it.

Aaaaah, the sound of an electric nylon string guitar in the hands of a guitar God. The sound just makes me even more happy.
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» WhooHOO!!
I just bought it! WhooHoo! The guitar is MINE! All miiiine! It was so expensive, and I got it for almost what I wanted to pay for it, but it was such a good deal. I couldn't pass it up. It's on layaway right now, and I've already put down some money for it. So I should have it by tomorrow when I receive the rest of my money and I can pay it off. YAYAH! I just can't wait to play with it.

Aaaaah, the sound of an electric nylon string guitar in the hands of a guitar God. It just makes me even more happy.
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Whoa, I just got up about 15 minutes ago. I'm gonna' go eat some oatmeal and leave in about 10 minutes. Whoa.
» Dear Tabatha,
Today was the 3rd day that I've gone back to Avalon to play that amazing guitar that I want so badly. It's a hardbody electric classical nylon string. The thing sounds abso-fucking-lutely fantastic, but I can't get them to lower the price to what I want them to. I'm hoping my dad calls the manager tomorrow, as he's known her for quite some time. I'm sure she would allow me to put a down payment on it, at least. I just need something to make me feel better, and I know that composing a new song with this saWHEET guitar would do just the trick.

Over the hills and far away, I entered the college and crept into my math class, where a pretty good-looking girl seems to keep looking at me. Maybe I'll try to talk to her tomorrow ("LIEK OMG, like it's such a chore, huh?" STFU it is for me).
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Today I ate some spaghetti. Some of the noodles slithered out and proceeded to rudely insert themselves into my ear. I couldn't stop them, because I was busy eating my meal. The noodles, now inside my head, started squirming around, setting off peculiar little thoughts in my brain. Some thoughts were funny, and others were depressing. One noodle in particular wouldn't let off the neurons conected to my worried thoughts, and I just about went crazy. It was time I had had it with the noodles, so I put my fork down, closed my mouth, plugged both of my nostrils, and blew as hard as I could. The noodles flailed out of my ears every which direction, and spaghetti sauce splattered out onto the walls nearby. I was going to have to clean up the mess, and I was pissed; so pissed, that when I picked up the noodles from the ground, I ate them, grinding them between my teeth as hard as I could before I swallowed. I wiped the sauce from the walls, and that was the end of my dinner.
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High ... My name's Johnny McPurple, and I've got this strange breathing disease that hinders my ability to inhale correctly. I guess that's why I'm constantly purple. I can't think of any other reason. So, I guess it's time for my warm cow's milk and breathing exercises! Ta ta ...
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