Random Shit

6:07 am - 07.27.02

Listening to techno on a record player wouldn't be a good idea. You probably wouldn't be able to tell if it started skipping.

Vinyl (records) fucking sucks fucking ass. I mean, you clean something for ten minutes with a fucking soft fucking lint-fucking-free fucking cloth and it still doesn't play? Blue Minkies, please release your stuff on CDs. Please? Pour moi? ;)

Misery by Stephen King. What a fucking great book.

My dog smells bad.

My real name is Chastity Bonglow and I'm a prostitute. A five dollar prostitute.

The more I think about it, the more I realise that "Indigo" is just a really cool word.

She's a sexy feline machine, she's a sexy feline machine - you can't stop her.

Websites that use Flash exclusively are stupid. I'm not about to wait an hour to view each page of your website. We can't ALL have cable modems.

Web diaries that use abstract terms for their links make me mad. I mean, how am I supposed to know the lyrics of each and every Tori Amos song and how they correspond to your archives page?

I'm really fat.

My dog is moving around.

He still smells bad.

If you were going through a 50's retro period, and were obsessed with their visions of 2010, would you still be retro? You know, since you'd technically be retro for the future?

I'm rambling.

Quite a bit.

But I don't care, because it's 5:30 in the morning! And this is when I write my worst entries that will surely embarrass me in the morning (well when I wake up, anyways).

I'm becoming scarily obsessed with redesigning. My last layout lasted for about 2 weeks.

I'm going to do a whole new redesign some day: "Tori Amos Lyrics". Betcha can't guess where "Strange Little Girls" will take you!

I think I'll talk about all of alien-he's manifestations! For those of you who know absolutely NOTHING about design, I'd just skip to the next one. Version 1.0 - Black. With blurry pictures. There were actually a few different parts of that. But I don't remember exactly how they went. At onpoint I actually had a picture of myself on here. Ha! And an inline scroll box (blech). Version 2.0 - Oh Bob! You're sooooo day-glo punk! This is when I got my diary reviewed. I think I should get it re-reviewed, because back then my colors were neat, but now that I think of it, probably damaging to the corneas. It had blue and pink stripes in the background, and an orange and black inline scroll box thingy. Version 3.0 - Blue. And loads of it. Blue here, blue there. Inline scroll yet again. I took one look at it in Netscape and quickly came out with Version 4.0. Version 4.0 - A nice purdy pic of Le Tigre. And another fucking inline scroll. The first time I actually acknowledged a version number. This is also the first time I actually used CSS for anything other than making colored scrollbars. Version 4.1 - I made the box wider and I made it a teeny bit more Netscape-friendly. Version 5.0 - As of right now, the current design. It's light grey and dark grey. And a nice two-color pic of Sleater-Kinney at the top. Finally I liberated myself from the oh-so-overdone inline scroll. And I also made my text bigger. And I used CSS for pretty much everything I could. And it looks exactly the same in Netscape 6! Well, except for the scrollbar. This is the first time I ever ventured outside of the Web Safe Color Palette. #848484 and #dedede oh my! I hope to keep this one for a while, but I'm really really itching to do something with the b-52's. I could call it "alien-he v. 6.0 : Private Idaho". But I've got to keep this template for at least a month. Oh, and I must give mad props to ranchoweb for providing free image hosting space with no bandwidth limits! Hooray!

I wish I had been born about 11 years earlier. And in Olympia, Washington. 'Cuz then I might have been able to meet Kathleen Hanna! I mean, I still could. But it would have been cool to be right up in there with the whole Riot Grrrl thing.

I really like Deee-lite. But it goes so much farther than "Groove is in the Heart", you know what I mean?

Wanna be the ruler of the galaxy? Wanna be the king of the universe? Let's meet, and have a baby now.

I wish I had a host(ess). But then I really don't. Because diaryland is nice, easy to remember, and most likely won't be shutting down any time soon. And if I wasn't so cheap and broke, I would buy myself one of them thar Gold Memberships, just to show the love, yo. I would ask for it for like my birthday, but the majority of people who buy stuff for me aren't too computer-knowledgeable.

Diet Cherry 7up is really fucking awesome.

Hm. Last summer I lost 20 pounds. This summer I gained 30! Fun fun fun. I can't wait 'till my doctor calls me fat in a few months! - Nurse: "Your height is about normal for your age group, and your weight, um, it's off the chart."

Ever since I posted those naked pictures of myself on the Internet, I can't get a minute of peace.

Un deux trois quatre cinq six sept hiut neuf dix.

Uno dos tres cuatro cinco seis siete ocho nueve diez.

Eins zwei drei vier fünf sechs sieben acht neun zehn.

Where's my telephone? Is that you baby? Yeah. Got something to tell you. Oh, what? I wanna see you tonight, I want you to walk in the door, I want you to lay on the floor, 'cuz tonight's the night we make love underneath the strobelight.

I'm sleepy now. Nighty night, little childrens.

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