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(no subject) [Jul. 23rd, 2009|12:10 am]
andrewbuff
i want a bob dylan hat, but more soft, and a smaller brim. maybe no feather too. yeah probably no feather.
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(no subject) [May. 1st, 2009|12:04 am]
andrewbuff
for some reason i really enjoy flexing, i wish i was ripped.
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(no subject) [Apr. 11th, 2009|02:17 am]
andrewbuff
[Current Mood |weirdfloaty]
[Current Music |alton brown!]

just saw an ad for a botox treatment, their slogan or hook was 'freedom of expression' and i couldnt help but laugh. the negative meaning seems so obvious that the advertisers must have did it on purpose. if not well, its pretty funny either way.
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well, here it is. [Apr. 1st, 2009|06:17 am]
andrewbuff
[Current Music |cnn]

It’s about six fifteen am. I walk into my rather standard bathroom, small but standard. Everything is just slightly closer than it seems it should be to be spacious. As I undress from my sleeping clothes, I look into the tri-folding mirror hanging on the wall directly opposite the heavy porcelain tub that was from some classic other era. The tub has those clawed feet I’m so fond of, I’m not sure why but I do love that. I wrap myself into a towel and yawn, turning around. The only sound heard in the whole complex up till now is the clock under the mirrors, at least from where I’m located. I shuffle across the hardwood floor to the head of the tub and twist hot and cold knobs and drop the plug into the drain, letting water begin to pool in the bottom. This simple symphony of water falling with the ever even tick tock of the clock soothes me in such an irritable hour. I turn to the sink and begin running the cold water on the faucet and rummage through the cabinet behind the tri-folding mirrors for my tooth brush and paste. I apply toothpaste and return it to its home. The bubbling ticking has developed into quite a musical in my mind as I gently remove the impurities from my teeth. The peaceful scene comes to a creaking halt as my ears pick up the subtle creaking from within my humble domicile. I peer out of the doorway to investigate such a sound. It was slow and low, as if someone attempting to sneak. ‘Who else would be up in such an hour?’ I inquire myself. Wandering rather warily down the hallway to the front door, completely aware of my scant appearance, I survey the entire stairwell and even peer out to the front porch but find now such body. I hurry back to the bathroom to finish my brushing and begin a new task; enjoying a Sunday morning bath before I have to officially start the day. I place my tooth brush back to its place of origin, next to the toothpaste behind the tri-folded mirrors above the tick tocking clock across the classic tub. I turn quickly to lessen the flow of cold water to increase the temperature. That’s another thing I do admit to love, a hot bath. I remove my towel to step into the rising tide of increasingly warmer water. The heat hits my feet obviously first and stings slightly, I have pretty bad circulation to my feet so they tend to numb out and be extremely cold. My feet adjust quickly to the temperature and I submerge the rest of my body to embrace the heat. I grasp the knobs and turn counter clockwise to decrease the flow until it becomes tight to turn and the watch has cease from cascading. The heat has made my flesh a pinkish hue similar to set to boil.  Some places on my body are still white from once again bad circulation, making my body patchy in places, like a pink white leopard. Now the water is to the sufficient level that I can warm my entire body comfortably. I return to my relaxing clockwork and I feel I can just melt into my own thoughts.  I lay completely underwater save my head and shoulders. I’ve set up a rag on my forehead and closed eyes, resting my head on the edge of the tub. Suddenly, I hear it again, that subtle creaking sound. This time it’s more prominent though, as if it were just outside the door. ‘Blasted hoodlums!’ I exclaim, chalking it up to the neighborhood recently being the victim of multiple breaking and entering cases within the last week. Three apartment complexes have been breached in that time, mostly to only gain a few random knick-knacks found in the lobby or halls. Jumping out of my bath and wrapping my towel about my soaking heap, I peer outside the doorway, more carefully than the first, sure of an intruder. But again the only images I find are the rising sun being refracting through the thick glass of the front door to the left and the radiator and painting on the right end of the hallway. Nothing. ‘Foolishness.’ I grunt softly to myself. Quickly I disrobe and re-submerge myself to my balmy wash. I resume my position of relaxation and my daydreams phase out of fuzziness into a more focused line of thought. The subject varies from time to time, but the thought of foul play just won’t cease its ticking. In an instant, if it were one event set in motion in tandem, the creaking resurfaces once more, slower and more defined, I realize source of my queries and leap to the floor as the tub, hastily succumbs to the force of gravity and lands uproariously onto the basement floor. Among the wreckage of wet pipes, splinters of timber which I formerly called a floor and pieces of those lovely clawed feet lay my towel. I can’t help but feel I need my towel since as I turn to my right to find my entire building staring rather vacantly at my pink and white spotted stark soaking body standing next to a gaping gash in the floor where the common tub previously sat. Silence holds the crowd, awestruck in the combination of my natural heated form and the natural disaster that occurred next to me. The only sound to break the awful embarrassment is that of my once-friend, that bastard of a clock. It reads six forty-five. ‘Damn it all.’ I couldn’t help but think at such an irritable time.

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(no subject) [Nov. 30th, 2008|04:15 am]
andrewbuff
[Current Mood |weirdfeelin good i guess]
[Current Music |crappy ass anime]

i went to johns sisters on friday. we drank gin and tonics played cranium and scene it, and i went home to get sick at eight till about one or two. oh yeah, besides gin and tonic i had thanksgiving leftovers, salt n vinegar chips, and two slim jims. yeah around noon it was purely bile. gross. then i felt like shit.  had a pain in my stomach n gulliver. i wanna start using cockney ryhmning slang. cutter, ryhmns with bread n butter, or money. so ma came down and woke me up and told me they were goin to ac so i had no rush to get up or do anything. so when i got up like five and hung out. jason called. eventually got a shower, got some food. fed the dog. watched the flyers lose. by then i wasnt totally shitty, so i picked up john, stopped at the store and went to the triple suck. we got there to find a bunch of losers  and the regular losers. some cool people actually showed up too. felt good. i think. didnt drink. got to be close to some people, for a little while.  who knows where that will lead. eventually it was pretty boring and people started disappearing. we expressed our farewells and parted for the native homeland. i read an issue of moon knight as i got settled in, now im eating sunflower seeds about to go to sleep i think. im excited cuz the next comics a spectacular spiderman issue so by the looks, its spiderman v moon knight. hopefully. so yeah, bed.
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(no subject) [Nov. 27th, 2008|02:12 am]
andrewbuff
im addicted to fast food. wendys specifically, recently. maw asked me what i wanted for christmas. i said some comics. theres a joker novel coming up that looks amazing, and the second installment of marvel zombies. some other comics i cant think of right now
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(no subject) [Nov. 16th, 2008|04:54 am]
andrewbuff
andrew charles buff
fuck up.
might have lost em for good this time.
i feel foolish.
the future cant be unwritten, i acknowledge my flaws and understand the consequences of my actions.
i have little solace now, and dont really deserve it anyhow.
time may not heal some wounds.
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(no subject) [Nov. 12th, 2008|10:41 pm]
andrewbuff
[Current Mood |crankyteary]

i think im ready. stepping forward.
clockworkbronson (10:23:23 AM): im gunna fail
 
clockworkbronson (10:23:25 AM): thats what happens
 
clockworkbronson (10:23:33 AM): i just cant do it
 
Johnnybisco37 (10:23:41 AM): not if you stop being such a little bitch about it
 
clockworkbronson (10:23:49 AM): i cant
 
clockworkbronson (10:23:53 AM): i just dont know how
 
clockworkbronson (10:24:04 AM): by far
 
clockworkbronson (10:24:11 AM): the hardest thing ive ever had to do
 
clockworkbronson (10:24:17 AM): and i just dont feel up to it
 
Johnnybisco37 (10:24:20 AM): you can...you just stop whining, keep in your head the way you feel now, and go work your ass off looking for a job
 
clockworkbronson (10:24:31 AM): im in tears john
 
clockworkbronson (10:24:36 AM): ive been all morning
 
Johnnybisco37 (10:24:39 AM): then do something about it

thats why i keep him around. he knows how to put it in perspective. rereading what we said to each other gets me all emotional.
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(no subject) [Nov. 12th, 2008|04:33 am]
andrewbuff
im born to lose
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(no subject) [Nov. 4th, 2008|10:52 pm]
andrewbuff
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