Thursday August 25, 2005 at 07:49 am

August 25, 2005 at 2:49 pm · Filed under Rigamarole

A blast from the past
Short Story

So here I am in a hospital, in this weird gown that doesn’t
cover my backside very well. A doctor keeps asking me questions… I
keep telling her I don’t remember a thing, which is for the most part,
true.

I’ve always been a really good boy. I’m a law abiding citizen, I
don’t drive fast on the highway, and I don’t even like to swear.
But… there’s something about drugs and some things illegal that has
always been alluring to me. Maybe it’s the danger involved. Maybe
it’s the complete freedom, the scintillating feel of adrenaline rushing
through my veins as I do something that excites me yet sedates me at
the same time.

Maybe it’s the escape.

…

It’s been a blur, really, these past few days. I wouldn’t say that
I’m as crazy as Johnny Depp’s character from that one movie… What was
it? Fear and Loathing in LV… No, not as crazy as that… I mean, I
never saw any devils, or went out of my mind or anything. It’s not
like I’m some kind of druggie or anything. I just don’t remember
anything that happened.

I think my last clear memory was when I was just starting to go up when a friend at the party offered a me a few bumps.

Of course, I accepted. Who wouldn’t? It was free!

Have you ever imagined yourself in a world made of plastic?
Everything is super shiny, super defined. Your arms, hard to move,
your eyes — strangely spastic. And sweaty. Sticky. Everything so
very slippery and hot. Yes, a world of plastic that melted into a sea
of human flesh rubbing up against itself.

Claustrophobia. Somehow I found myself in open air only to be
accosted by the strangly sweet and inviting smell of cigarettes, cloves
and marijuana all mixed together. I must have looked pretty bad (or
good, perhaps?) because next thing I knew I was sitting down and
someone was offering me a puff of something.

Of course, I accepted. It would have been rude push the person away.

Now, after this is when I saw her. At this point, I don’t even
remember what she looked like. All I remember was that she was
beautiful beyond comprehension.

Blankness, and somehow we were at her house. It was like I was on
TV and suddenly the scene changed. Who knew? Groping, grabbing, heat,
and lots of snorting is what I remember. Lines. More lines. Where
was I again? Another line. What was my name? Just one more time, for
old time’s sake. I swear I remember her from somewhere. Oh yeah! The
club.

Next, the ATM. More money. More sacks, more lines, more little
pills, more fungus, more powder, more bottles. Who knows what day it
is at this point. As a true supporter of capitalism, I want to
consume! You can’t blame me for that, can you? I’m just working with
the system that this country thrives upon!

Binge. Consume. Ingest. There aren’t enough words to express…
the feeling of utter gluttony of the mind. I became fascinated with a
light. It was as if I was in slow motion. I tried to catch it, this
ephemeral dream of a light. And then I knew darkness.

—-

And that’s how I ended up here, in the hospital, in this weird gown
that doesn’t cover my backside very well. The doctor keeps asking me
questions… I keep telling her I don’t remember a thing, which is for
the most part, true.

It’s all been a blur, really.

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Tuesday August 23, 2005 at 02:17 pm

August 23, 2005 at 9:17 pm · Filed under Rigamarole

To all you Korean bitches who keep writing about old shit:

Once again, I wish you would learn how to read. I said I hate
half the korean bitches that I have MET because they are whiny
backstabbing bitches.

So don’t say that I’m stereotyping or generalizing. I’m dealing strictly with statistics.

With love,
Kim..

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Sunday August 21, 2005 at 04:08 am

August 21, 2005 at 11:08 am · Filed under Rigamarole

Rolling…

rolling…

and still rolling….

pass me the water, guys

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Sunday August 7, 2005 at 08:56 am

August 7, 2005 at 3:56 pm · Filed under Rigamarole

hungover…

hung over…

…hungover.

but i had a good time.

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Saturday August 6, 2005 at 08:48 am

August 6, 2005 at 3:48 pm · Filed under Rigamarole

Please, please PLEASE never IM me and ask who *I* am.

xosexychick2xo: who dis b?
bungholiiiooo: Why should I answer, when you’re the one that IMed me?
xosexychick2xo: but how did u get on my list but any ways i can talk to u write?
bungholiiiooo: Obviously, you put me on there
bungholiiiooo: Because you’re not on my list
xosexychick2xo: ohhhhhhhh no my sister did
bungholiiiooo: Are you that in need of idle conversation, that you need to speak to a stranger?
xosexychick2xo: what?
bungholiiiooo: Read it carefully and then answer.
xosexychick2xo: idk
bungholiiiooo: It’s a question you have to answer before I will talk to you.
xosexychick2xo: yes whatever r u a gurl or a boy?
bungholiiiooo: A girl. So are you saying
bungholiiiooo: That of all the people you’re connected to online
bungholiiiooo: There is absolutely noone who will talk to you?

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Saturday August 6, 2005 at 07:38 am

August 6, 2005 at 2:38 pm · Filed under Rigamarole

New X-ray Camera Phone
If you look closely, you can see the hair on the nipple.

Thanks, Joy

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Friday August 5, 2005 at 07:38 am

August 5, 2005 at 2:38 pm · Filed under Rigamarole

Ask Kim:
I’ll answer anything. Almost.

Question:

DEAR KIM, why is that some girls have trouble being friends with other girls? Posted 8/4/2005 at 9:38 AM by yayaroon

Kim says:
The reason for this is simple: Most girls are bitches.

The only girls that are worth being friends with are the ones with
brains, and those are few and far in between. Many of them are
too engrossed in themselves and whatever their current romance target
is to bother with interesting and stimulating conversation.

If
you put two of the non-brain type of girls together, you get the
especially lethal combo of “Drama Queens”… Which uneeringly leads to
both girls having the same romantic target.

In all, most girls
are not worth the time to become friends with, and the rest already
have their own thing going on, so you’re lucky if –as a girl– you
make good friends with one or two in your entire life.

Dear Kim, do you do drugs? Posted 8/4/2005 at 9:50 AM by TheF0r13iDDeN

Kim Says:
Yes.

DEAR KIM, What is the eprop to the US Dollar exchange rate? Posted 8/4/2005 at 10:22 AM by shaolinLFE

Kim Says:

For those of you who were wondering about Sup007, don’t worry, he’s
being well taken care of. I can’t tell you when he’ll be back, but
he’ll come back. They all come back.

As for my hiatus? I went to a far off land and learned a lot of
Kung Fu and Ninja skills from watching Naruto, Tenjou Tenge, and God of
Cookery. So, random proppers beware, or else I might have to pull
out the big guns. :flex:

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Thursday August 4, 2005 at 07:29 am

August 4, 2005 at 2:29 pm · Filed under Rigamarole

Hey kiddies

I’ve decided to start up a new section called “ASK KIM”. Where I will take questions and once or twice a week answer them.

They can be any type of question, from your problems, to questions
about me, to the meaning of life. I’ll answer it — if I find it
interesting.

Tomorrow will be the first “Ask Kim”… To ask a question, simply
comment and preface the comment with the words “Dear Kim,” to catch my
attention.

Yours,
Kim.

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Wednesday August 3, 2005 at 12:32 am

August 3, 2005 at 7:32 am · Filed under Rigamarole