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|Wednesday, May 5th, 2004|
|Thursday, February 20th, 2003|
DAS LAS WINDEGO. Current Mood: envious
|Friday, May 17th, 2002|
Philematophobiac (3:36:35 PM): a/s/l?
studster911 (3:36:39 PM): 17/m/il
studster911 (3:36:40 PM): u?
Philematophobiac (3:36:49 PM): 14/f/florida
studster911 (3:37:03 PM): are you hott?
Philematophobiac (3:37:15 PM): yeah
studster911 (3:37:34 PM): really, what size tits
studster911 (3:38:38 PM): or do u know?
Philematophobiac (3:38:43 PM): how about I send you a picture and you can guess
studster911 (3:38:51 PM): o, ok
Philematophobiac wants to directly connect (3:38:54 PM).
studster911 is now directly connected (3:38:57 PM).
Philematophobiac (3:39:06 PM):
Philematophobiac (3:39:13 PM): Enjoy that, you pedifile chucklefuck!
I really hate people.
|Wednesday, May 15th, 2002|
I got yelled at at work, well, a stern talking to anyhow. She said she'd have to let me go if I pulled that again, I was all like, I hear that. Ugh, I like my job. Anyhow, Jeremy and I made several trips to Dixfield to scream at the unsuspecting locals. We're going to make a screams across America movie I've decided, where we videotape peoples reactions. I screamed at a coach of a baseball team and he jumped like a timid school girl, it was hilarious. Jeremy got some woman good, she jumped back a foot and yelled, "Fucking asshole!" after us. We also placed easter eggs with notes in them in mailboxes in Carthage at dusk. The septic tank alarm went off a bit ago when I was washing my hands, somethings backed up, so shit should be coming back up and spewing it's filth on our floors. Tomorrow we're going to see StarWars episode 2 and camp out with a grill and lawn chairs. We don't even like starwars that much, it's just...because. Mm, Red Bull. Current Mood: amused
|Monday, May 13th, 2002|
Yeah, so my parents come home and tell me my boss needs to talk to me about leaving at 3 on Saturday when I was scheduled til 4 to get photos for Prom. I'm going to get yelled at, yay! Ugh. I'm all nervous and such. Current Mood: anxious
|Sunday, May 12th, 2002|
I watched Freddy Got Fingered, Jesus Christ was that strange. It's like he made a movie just to make a movie with no real plot or closure.
I love getting out of work and smelling like a bagel and bleach, it's so awesome. I left Maya a cookie with the skateboard at her house, she'll love that. Well, probably not, I ate half of it. Current Mood: calm
Fun last night at the Prom, those Livermore falls kids know how to mix it up or something. They had veggies and crackers, yum. There was midget porn and bad music by DJ Rennesance, he sucked hardcore, DJ R2002. My parents are in Mass for today and last night, and I've got work from 11:30 to 3 today, it's not so bad, only when there's nothing to do. Current Mood: exhausted
|Saturday, May 11th, 2002|
I hurt myself skating last night, I put toilet paper and electrical tape to keep the wound from bleeding all over my hoodie, this morning I removed it to find that most of the TP had stuck into the blood and cut, I had to pick it out piece by piece, yum! I slept on Shane's plush leather couch last night too. I've got work in a bit, so I'm drinking his Sunny D and using his computer. Work from 9 to 4, 7 hours of sandwich making, meat cutting, veggie chopping, dish washing, coffee making, cooler restocking adventure. Kill me quickly.
|Wednesday, May 8th, 2002|
I'm covered in dog hair, but that's okay! Life is being nice to me today, I started construction on my duct tape tux for proms, it'll be super fly. I think I'm going to spray paint it black for that slick tux look. Yes. I rule. Current Mood: energetic
|Sunday, May 5th, 2002|
I miss the 1990's. I played with Muzak, the non-comercial satalite radio thing we have at work, and listened to the "alt. rock" station and heard all the best from the mid 1990's-late 1990's, classics like Garbage, Live, and others like them. Now that I know how to use this magical black box that plays christmas music any time of the year, I'm making sandwiches in style. Cress. Current Mood: complacent
I'm trying to write this stupid Frankenstein radioshow thing for Brit Lit, Since Jon is far too busy to write it himself and let me take credit for it, I'll do what I was going to do to him, if that makes any sense. I went into work at 11, and was supposed to be there at 11:30, so yeah, I rock. Jill and I are going to Irving, so I'll write this script thing later.
I'm finding it harder to be a gentlmen every day. All the manners that I've been taught have slowly died away. Current Mood: bored
|Saturday, May 4th, 2002|
I find it strange that It feels like the other day that they were selling class of 2002 shirts in 7th grade with all the names of our class members in it, I think they made one for this year, it's sad that the list is much shorter now due to dropouts, deaths, and robotic monkey fiascos. My heart is much like Neptune, cold and alone.
Work today was alright, I worked steady like, Becca closed with me, and she wanted to get out at 4, so we got out at 4:05, word. I need an adult looking excuse note for Thursday's drive to Portland skipping school thing too, I think I'll ask Maya. Or Shane's mom. Current Mood: blank
|Friday, May 3rd, 2002|
I saw spiderman tonight, it was bitchin'. I have to work tomorrow and sunday, I haven't had a day off in awhile, besides thursday, I need a real day off where I sleep in and don't do anything. I'll make the best of work tomorrow. Current Mood: tired
|Thursday, May 2nd, 2002|
Today Jeremy and I skipped school and went to Portland's Old Port, where we bought a case each of Taiwan's glass bottle Redbull. I don't care for it much, it isn't cabenated, so it's rather syrupy. There's nothing like the hard rain on the flesh and the sounds of the harbor to make a day great. My dad's watching The Empire Strikes Back, the edge crew are going downtown tomorrow I guess, so if you're down there, look for us. Fear Stalks the land.
Kara broke me. Current Mood: nerdy
|Saturday, April 27th, 2002|
I wanted chicken fingers and waffles at Irving, but they only serve waffles in the morning. What's up with that? I went to Parkers last night and slept there, his clocks are all fucked up so I thought it was 6:30 and it was 7:15, I was supposed to be at work at 7, but it wasn't a big deal. I found 7 dollars in my folder at work stuck at the bottom, so I feel like an ass for believeing that they only left me 50 cents on purpose. Ah well. Work went fast, I kept busy, tomorrow I've got to work again, it's a brutal circle. I hung out with Jill today after getting a shower and such at home. We had fun, went to shanes, stalked melissa prior to that, I got a small *wink.* noreaster thing, like a blizzard at Dairy Queen. Kara didn't go to the movies with us, so I came home to work on mr.website. Waiting for Shane to get on and supply me with photos. I'm eating this gross chicken casorole, no casorole is good. Chicken Divan maybe. Or Green Bean Casorole, that's tasty. I don't care for my manager, she thinks I'm some lazy slouch because the time she came in I was leaning on the counter for a few minutes.
Yeah, so that was my weekend. Time for some Casorole, baybee. Current Mood: drained
|Friday, April 26th, 2002|
I'm at parkies tonight, if anyone wants to do someething tomorrow night, im free for the taking! And I'm out like a cod.
|Thursday, April 25th, 2002|
Everything will fall right into place. I'm feeling okay tonight. I wrote a paper on sexual harassment as a satire. So I say we have sex at the workplace to eliminate sexual tension and promote productivity.
I don't really believe this of course, I think sexual harassers should be tied to a wagon and dragged for miles till their flesh is removed exposing muscle and tendon. Anyhoot. My evening was pretty dull, I got 50 cents for tips at Java joes for working Saturday that my coworkers gave me when they split the bucket up, thanks guys, now I can buy myself some Candy from a 50 cent machine. Current Mood: okay