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GET READY TO BE BLASTED! WAVE STYLE!!!!

Fri, 30 Oct 2009 22:50:50 GMT

Radio wave that is.

YO TONIGHT IS THE NIGHT AND EVEN THOUGH IT DOESNT HAVE THE HYPE OF A CHAMPIONSHIP FIGHT ITS JUST GONNA BE RIGHT SO GET RIGHT WITH ME!

DAN THE MAN FEATURING TITO AND TALIB!

Wait I said that wrong.

BUT YEAH, TONIGHT AT 8, IF YOU ARENT THE ONE TO PARTY ALL THE TIME, TUNE INTO THE SHOW!

Just go to this website: http://wecb.emerson.edu/

And Choose your media player, get comfy or EXCITED and hey, if you miss the show, you can catch it here: http://titoandtalib.blogspot.com

The Next Day!

BECAUSE MY SHOW IS ALWAYS AWESOME! ITS BLASPHEMY TO THE RADIO GODS IF YOU MISS IT!

Yes.

Thu, 29 Oct 2009 05:01:20 GMT

I have to Watch The MTV Movie Awards.

Betty,

Thu, 22 Oct 2009 20:01:44 GMT

Just Sent me This:

I`m Betty ;)!
I really feel shy, but I have 2 tell u, that you`r just so coool )... It was a miracle to detect your but presently I`m sure it`s a destiny!!!))
U`r wonderful... but I`m sure that in ur life you`l excite me even more!! :)

I`d like 2 get closer to u, Authentic_black_dragon!
This site does not accept my pictures... :(
the most spicy pics I save here: http://yourpersonalprofile.com/account/852769332/
Authentic_black_dragon, I hope you will like them and will write me something 2 begin our thrilling challenge :))!!!
ki$$ you tenderly ))!!!

Betty.

What?

I say if you got your two dollars then, come through to my party!

Wed, 21 Oct 2009 02:38:04 GMT

Get it Got it Good!

Sup guys, I haven't been here in a while, writing anything coherent, but perhaps I've been pulsing my life away, dying occasionally with every passing hour that I do not get sleep. AWESOME.

Life has been a combination of pain and conviction. I've recently endeavored into a sea of emotional torment only to find that I am stirring the waves of calamity! That kind of sucks.

I decided I wanted to become a male model.

I'm also still practicing bass for my band.

And I met this guy that's like, a millionaire and has a lot of knowledge in military training and researching, taking that and turning it into a program that inspires "leaders" in the world.

Met him on the fucking train.

EDIT:

I've been addicted to this song. And I made jokes all through out "Paranormal Activity" Fucking loved that movie.

Throwback Video

Sat, 10 Oct 2009 09:19:28 GMT

Hey Xanga, Fuck Your Shit.

Mon, 05 Oct 2009 23:17:11 GMT

I'm pretty sure I can't understand everything that everyone is going through. Quitting blogs, drama, thinspo, depression, but Jesus man, everyone jumps on the band wagon!

The Good Blogs don't pop up as often, cool people leave.

Fuck your shit xanga, you drive yourself away. Being all Lame and crap, I'm not feeling it. Not one bit.

Now I've been here a while, chillen, ya'know, reading poem's and looking at pictures, watching people talk about crap lives but honestly, It's never been as crappy as it is now.

It's like staring a wall. A Wall that cries and whines, but you're chained down to a chair and can't fall asleep because it whines so loudly. What the hell.

Go take some fucking Happy pills or just Grow up already. I think I'm going to officially migrate to my other blog.

COMEDY GOLD

Fri, 02 Oct 2009 04:48:42 GMT

Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net

DING DING DING DA DING DING DA DING DING!!!

Thu, 01 Oct 2009 22:45:03 GMT

YES!

I've Crossed Words in a Word Search

Thu, 01 Oct 2009 19:24:05 GMT

There they sat, in a living room, by a cozy fire.

"I suppose the only thing I'm afraid of, is myself. Or rather, my own better judgment, heh."

His light chuckle was filled with anguish.

"What about yourself?" She asked,taking a puff from whatever she was smoking. It wasn't a cigarette, but it packed the same kind of punch.

"Me, myself, I. Need I say more?" He took a sip from a bottle. Acid would've killed him faster, but it wouldn't feel as good. "I'm a coward, ya'know?"

"I don't." She quickly retorted, as smoke enveloped her body casting away her form and figure. Shapeless, she stared with luminous eyes piercing through her veil of haze before the air pushing from her lips instantly blew away her veil of mystery.

"Do you want me to die? Frankly speaking all of these questions are killing me."

Her statement and question to him, although coming from a close proximity, appeared as if it had traveled from the lips of some ominous being beyond the far reaches of outer space.

"Not quite, but would you kill me?"

"Not yet."

"Why's that?"

"I enjoy you too much."

"I see." With his face made of stone, cloudy quartz eyes scanned the room, staring straight into the fire. He also once knew a similar passion, one so hot it would make the blaze before him burn cold.

"What's wrong?" She pretended as if she didn't know.

"I suppose," he said as if he were solving a complex math problem, "that I do not know. Or rather that I have decided to give up before figuring it out. Within the confines of my person, never have I found such a puzzle so baffling that I feel even an outside source would be unable to help me. Or maybe I am simply ignoring the signs, clues and hints as to not seem overly distressed, which, I am not, but then there are more problems to be evaluated even if this one isn't completed!"

His voice was high with frustration.

A brief flipping of pages could be heard as she scanned her social dictionary,

"you said it was, 4 down? A four letter word often accompanied by a wide range of emotions and confusion, due to the fact that it has no real, or, tangible definition?" She spoke verbatim to what his eyes had previously read.

"Yes." He answered, gnawing on his upper lip.

"The answer is love." The book snapped closed.

"Oh? Ooh! HA HA! Why didn't I think of that sooner?!" Hurriedly he scribbled the word into the fitting boxes.

Peeking her head over his shoulder she noticed, most of the puzzle, besides that one word and a few miscellaneous consonants, hadn't been filled in! Turning her head to comment her cut her off before she had the chance to enunciate,

"Are you sure that's right?"

The Cat Licks My Sheets

Thu, 01 Oct 2009 01:54:33 GMT

And soon after, I was congratulated and at the same time, rep-remanded for not properly raising a pet. It's not my fault if cat's think the red dot from my laser pointer is a squirrel or a bird. He's clean with his shiny coat and white feet that have never been tinged yellow. I play with him, he isn't fat. He's aggressive and overly affectionate in the mornings. This, this is the bond between two men, this is Bromance.

And on the other hand I wonder what it's like for him, only truly being interested in the opposite sex or pleasure when there's a season for it. Even though he can lick his own nuts.

I think and I see that my room isn't exactly a swinging bachelor pad. Here living with my mom and youngest sibling the house is in more than one way "lived in". With barely the space to get up and move, it's not seduction suite, there isn't a chamber behind the closet wall or under the floor boards with a gaudy heart shaped bet, satin sheets and mirrors, everywhere. It's 4 walls, a dresser, tiny makeshift table tops and now, a computer chair.

Insert Artist Life Supplies/Mess, that's it.

But I can't go "So back to your place, right?" Because that would be lame.

Usually I invite girls to my room to help me clean up, they like doing it, what can I say? Then we sit and chat about her life problems if they're weren't plans to get busy. Yesterday was one of those sit and chat days, while the cleaning was done by myself, the momdukes busted through the door earlier than expected, however, being the guy that I am, reasoned things out.

She wasn't mad that "I had a girl over" she was more or less, concerned that I didn't think of my room as "my own territory," "My Private Place." More that I can share my room with almost anyone, rather than keep it my own chamber of secrets. I didn't understand, or I did and didn't want to. While privacy is something I keep more along the inner walls of my mind, to my mother it's much more than that.

I'm not exactly an open book though. What I assume people know seems to prove the opposite, and what they think they do know is just as wrong. While I, pride myself to be shrouded in mystery, I suppose I wish the deductive skills of said individuals would be at least a bit sharper, or akin to my own. They can ask questions, they will get answers. They can be friendly, they should receive the same treatment, no?

However it was discussed today that being one who "Commutes" to college, it's hard to get along, or make friends with people, being that everyone looks at you like they want to punch you in the face. Except for the cute Latino girl that's 4'10 and doesn't look like she could hurt a puppy. She's cool.