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Name: Jaime "necky"
Country: United States
State: New York
Birthday: 8/17/1987
Gender: Male
Interests: Necks, being Cuban, being Dave, being redundant, being redundant, and being redundant.
Expertise: Rafting across the Gulf of Mexico to come here from Cuba, necks, killing jokes.
Occupation: Other
Industry: Hospitality
Message: message me
AIM:  vanisher817
Member Since:
11/22/2003
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| God has punished me. I have faced the wrath of God. I decided to smoke pot at like 2am last night, instead of going to bed or working on my paper, and I faced the consequences. I was out on Nate Clark's balcony, with him and Andrew, and we were hitting Anton. I took one enormous rip while crouching, and decided to stand up and go inside, because i was done. I stood up, and had a head rush, but i held the smoke in, because i figured the oxygen deprivation would get me higher. And sure enough, I felt myself ascending into the clouds... I shut my eyes to get the full effect... and then I felt a sharp pain on the side of my head. I had fainted. I opened my eyes to see Andrew being like "Dude, you are so fucked up!" Nate didn't even know what had happened. But I knew... I got too irresponsible, too greedy, and God punished me. I just kind of lay there, freaking the fuck out... I couldn't stay... I got up and left... If I had fallen to my right instead of behind me, I would have fallen off the three story balcony to my death...
So now I've decided that I'm not going to smoke again until my body stops aching, and even then, I'm only going to smoke when I'm not shirking my responsibilities. That is my declaration. | | |
| So I just got fined $50. Guess why? Public Urination? Drinking? Nope.
I just got fined $50 for putting my feet up on the seat in the subway at 1:30 in the morning, with all of four people in the train car with me. I wasn't hurting anyone, or doing any damage to anything. The only person I even inconvenienced by trying to make those uncomfortable-ass seats a little more bearable was the fucking cop who pulled me off the fucking train to give me the fucking ticket. It was the end of his goddamned shift. He was just waiting for his friends to pick him up, and he decided to give me a ticket. Not to mention that by pulling me off the train, he delayed my trip home by like 45 minutes, as I had to wait for the next train, and the N train runs really quite slowly at 1:30 in the morning.
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I'm so FUCKING ANGRY RIGHT NOW! ALL I WANTED TO DO WAS SLEEP, AND THAT BASTARD HAD TO FINE ME $50. I JUST GOT FINED $50 FOR BEING TIRED! THIS IS BULLSHIT!UJUHJAOUHUAHRUTHWURTHUAHTUERHT8WERYT9WOU4E | | |
| The new Belle & Sebastian album kicks SO much ass, it's ridiculous, and everyone should buy it. Y'hear?
Funny Little Frog
By Belle & Sebastian
Honey lovin you is the greatest thing
I get to be myself and I get to sing
I get to play at being irresponsible
I come home late at night and I love your soul
I never forget you in my prayers
I never have a bad thing to report You’re my picture on the wall
You’re my vision in the hall
You’re the one I’m talking to
When I get in from my work
You are my girl, and you don’t even know it
I am livin out the life of a poet
I am the jester in the ancient court
You’re the funny little frog in my throat My eye sight’s fading, my hearing’s dim
I can’t get insured for the state I’m in
I’m a danger to myself I’ve been starting fights
At the party at the club on a Saturday night
But I don’t get disapproving from my girl
She gets the all highlights wrapped in pearls.. You’re my picture on the wall
You’re my vision in the hall
You’re the one I’m talking to
When I get in from my work
You are my girl, and you don’t even know it
I am livin out the life of a poet
I am the jester in the ancient court
You’re the funny little frog in my throat I had a conversation with you at night
It’s a little one sided but that’s allright
I tell you in the kitchen about my day
You sit on the bed in the dark changing places
With the ghost that was there before you came
You’ve come to save my life again I don’t dare to touch your hand
I don’t dare to think of you
In a physical way
And I don’t know how you smell
You are the cover of my magazine
You’re my fashion tip, a living museum
I’d pay to visit you on rainy Sundays
I’ll maybe tell you all about it someday
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| Here's to finally baring your soul, once again to one of the people who has meant the most to you throughout all your life. It's so wonderful to have you back. | | |
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