Atlanta, GA
Angel is back in town….well, sort of, she’s at her parents right now, but none the less back. Post shout outs and song requests in the comments section.
up your nose with a rubber hose.
PS
Happy Birthday
Tabitha Carnley
Shelley Sellers
(although neither one of them will see this website likely, i’m nice enough to post it anyway)
| mood: fine scottish whiskey | music: happily married |
i was tapping my toes, snapping my fingers and looking over my usage stats. every now and again someone comes to this site via a referrer. almost 90% of the time it’s due to a search query from one of the various search engines. i see all kinds of weird and not so weird shit in the logs. most of them are my friends doing googles on themselves and ending up at my site. but every now and again a true “nugget” (as in shit, not chicken) floats to the top and catches my eye, and instead of flushing i thought i’d scoop it up and pass it around. so, anyway, i was looking through my usage stats and found that someone had found there way to my website via an MSN websearch. what’s nice about the logs is i can see what they searched for to get to my lovely web site. at first i was excited because i thought that i was the first search result but alas i was number 16 (although I am the very first link on the second page of results). Hopefully I can climb the charts for the web’s #1 website for…….here comes the search query….are you ready? after reading all the shit above, can you stand it any longer?….ok, here it is “free drunken rape pics”. in case the search results changed, here’s a screen to show i’m not cheating for this coveted spot in the search results. what’s really great is the xmas link just under mine…how’d i beat out a xmas site for free drunken rape pics??
| mood: boastful | music: the shins |
i got an oversized postcard in the mail. i only half read it, and likely only half understood it, but after all this time of waiting, no hoping, nay yerning, i can now use my American Express card at Burger King. I can now fuck up my credit and my body in one foul swoop.
| mood: addicted | music: thievery corporation |
apparently in some drunken development stupor, i broke comments on the site, should be fixed now
| mood: rummed | music: noned |
$240.72 +tax. for a fucking side mirror! oh, you ask, “What are you talking about?”. Well, i’ll tell you. last night some dickless fart catcher drove by and ripped the driver side mirror off my parked car, and of course sped of into the night to what i hope led to a gruesome and horrible death by gang rape.
| mood: fuck with me and find out | music: ministry-stigmata (live) |
i’ve never been immunized for chickenpox, and i never will. the virus varicella will have no effect on me. i will sleep. it will pass, i won’t die.
| mood: varicella free | music: j.e.w. futures |
Actually he watched me pee. I went to the bathroom today to do the afformentioned and this was posted on the door of the toilet stall.
I guessing this is a desparate attempt at “Phenomenology” similar to the “Obey” sticker campaign (Andre the Giant has a posse). At any rate, I did feel mildly uncomfortable having Jeff Goldblum watch the back of my ass whilst I pissed.
| mood: pee free | music: quasi |
just found out that a guy i know from back in the day is on the new TBS show “He’s a Lady”. Way to go Mike.
I went out with your sister on a date once, does that make me famous by association? Any who, would be cool if he wins, says he’ll buy a house for him and his “lady”.
| mood: shaggy | music: tracker |
saw pinback last night, posted some pictures just for you. not in a very good mood at the moment. my elbow hurts. Armistead Burwell Smith IV can play the bass guitar very well.
new music:
Cub Country new release Stay Happy. Stay Poor.
new old music:
| mood: not applicable | music: three mile pilot |
there’s nothing like screaming in pure terror of dying…at your own hands. i wonder how i would really react if i was really about to die. q-bot for life.
| mood: peeling | music: yo la tengo |
well, my life is drawing more close to completion. we saw the pixies (how cool is that?) in birmingham, al (not so cool).
ATTENTION BIRMINGHAM, AL!! YOU HAVE SOME HOMEWORK!
you seriously need to work on:
added some pictures of the Pixies show in the Photos section, nothing to fancy.
| mood: thick wool sweater | music: 2,511 mp3s all at once |
i made a ton more updates to the site. probably coming soon is user registration (maybe). added a nice wysiwyg editor to the comment adder.
| mood: DTs | music: pops and whistles |
i almost don’t want to post this anymore, been fucking around with my blog code and messed something up, i think i’ve got it fixed now. i’ve posted some pics of the Blonde Redhead show I went to the other night. good times.
| mood: red balloon | music: magnetic fields |
ok, the host switch is done. everything seems to be working ok. although, always being one to bitch and complain, i do not like the webmail access. but who gives a shit really?
| mood: i am un chien andalusia | music: pixies |
added RSS to the site. now you can get the straight shit. i personally reccomend Firefox’s 1.0PR release for the “Live Bookmark” feature. anyway, here’s the link to the feed. https://floatingboy.org/rss.php
| mood: professional-crastinating | music: the decemberists |
I got 5 juicy Gmail invites burning a hole in my pocket. If you’re down, if you’re an OG, and you know how to get in touch with me…the first 5 that I deem worthy are in.
| mood: beachy keen | music: dressy bessy |
| Play | Stop |
| lodger & one eyed films |
| mood: carb-o-rated | music: lodger |
just sitting here at work, working. can’t you tell? it’s time to drink more water, i think i’m dehydrating. it’s time to wake up early, go to bed early, get to work early, and leave late. it’s time to freak out and eat lunch…early.
| mood: early | music: jawbreaker |
let’s write this in plain text. no need for fancy formatting. no one really needs spell check if we all know what was meant. let’s write it all on one line. no need for line breaks. it’s all a stream of bullshit anyway. horseshit. pigshit. shit. i like to think that i hate to be alone. but that’s all i really want…to be left alone. the worst thing…i know how lazy and unimaginative that i really am…let’s do something wasteful, let’s waste time…which could be argued that that’s all one does. what really constitutes using time valuably? is that a good question?
| mood: misfit | music: you make the call. |
we’ll new music came in the mail, and just in time. was about to throw all my CDs away. so here’s my new CDs.
Modes Mouse - The Moon & Antartica (re-release w/bonus tracks)
Franz Ferdinand - self titled (this one is ok, haven’t listened to it enough yet to like/dislike)
next on my “blow money i don’t have list” is The Fiery Furnaces, check insound.com’s playlist for a sample.
| mood: halitosis | music: the fiery furnaces |
