Phone Numbers

So I need to get everyone's phone number again. Even if you know I have your number I need it again. Verizon and I had a falling out and I switched carriers again and just traded my phone for brake work. I have no phone numbers what so ever. If you send me your number and I will give you my new number when I have it.

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Who is Bored?

That would be me.

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Bullet holes all across my chest
Category: News and Politics

Listen close to this crooked mouth
For my story I will tell–o
Lived in Mexico by the name of Wenseslao Moguel–o
Left my home in Santiago
The heart of the city of Merida
Served with my brothers and sisters all
For the army of Pancho Villa

Stand me straight against the nearest wall
Line up your bravest soldiers oh
Ten good shots I'll take them all
They call me El Fusilado

The Federales captured me
Bound up my arms with wire
Officer comes he says "Take your aim –
Steady your guns and fire!"
Bullet holes all across my chest
Ripped up my shirt and my body–o
Heart beat on through the silenced guns
To the rhythm of life inside me–o

Stand me straight against the nearest wall 
Line up your bravest soldiers oh
Ten good shots I'll take them all
They call me El Fusilado

Fell to the ground the officer came
One last shot to the head­–o
Heard through the pain as he walked away
And left me there for dead–o
All went quiet so I crawled away
I wasn't giving up to the glory
Ten good shots I took them all
And lived to tell my story

Stand me straight against the nearest wall
Line up your bravest soldiers oh
Ten good shots I'll take them all
They call me El Fusilado.

A true story. Wenseslao Moguel was captured while fighting in the Mexican revolution in 1915 and without trial sentenced to face the firing squad, 'las sentencias al paredon'. After being shot by the squad, and despite receiving the 'tiro de gracia' (shot at close range by the captain), Wenseslao somehow survived. He managed to escape and spent much of his life touring the USA with the 'Ripley's Believe It Or Not' travelling museum.

Currently listening : The Boy Bands Have Won By Chumbawamba Release date: 2008-06-17

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......

Nowhere feels like home anymore.

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I don’t want to give it a fucking title.

Not without a purpose and it's not without a fight
I've got three tales to tell you so please sit tight
It's the story of three underdogs who've grown to see their light
Not without a purpose, not without a fight
Been away for far too long, you're on my mind
Got your picture and I stare at it all the time
Minutes turn to hours, hours into days
And as each one passes by it feels all the same
But the lights they go dark, Man In Black on the P.A.
Walk up the stairs as one again to decimate the stage
Not without a purpose and it's not without a fight
Our spirit lives forever blinded by the city lights
If we keep our act together we might make another night
Not without a purpose, not without a fight
Hey, I was always just another average kid
Looking up to the Pistols, idolizing Sid
I guess my parents never really felt the same
Spikes and leather jackets hurt my family name
Now I'm on the streets, now I've been locked out
Friends and punk rock music were the only way out
Started as a firm believer, now I own my doubts
As it's pretty clear a civil war has broken out
A Southie iron worker leaving work behind
As W.M.D. propaganda warped my fragile mind
But now I've lived the truth, my eyes are open wide
E.T.S. to Pittsburgh leave an oil war behind
Not without a purpose and it's not without a fight
Another poor kid caught up in a fire fight
I don't believe in Jesus but I pray to God tonight
Not without a purpose, not without a fight
Never give up, never give in, never walk away, always fighting
Never give up, never give in, never walk away, always fighting
Been away for far too long, you're on my mind
Got your picture and I stare at it all the time
Minutes turn to hours, hours into days
And as each one passes by it feels all the same
Not without a purpose and it's not without a fight
Our spirit lives forever blinded by the city lights
If we keep our act together we might make another night
Not without a purpose, not without a fight
Not without a purpose and it's not without a fight
Our spirit lives forever blinded by the city lights
If we keep our act together we might make another night
Not without a purpose, not without a fight
Not without a purpose, not without a fight

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too much
Category: Life

Every so often no matter how good my life is or bad for that matter I get into terrible moods. There really is nothing that sets them off that can be pinpointed but it happens. I freak the fuck out and just have these moments where I cannot be around people, so I walk or sleep or do something that gets me away from the mood. There is nothing that can make the mood go away I just burry it, hide it, subdue it. As I am getting older they happen more and more often. As recently as two years ago i could count on one every few months but now it seems like it is every few days, sometimes it is more severe than others sometimes lasting for minutes other times lasting for days. When it happens it is no one's fault and no one can help I just need to be left alone.

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To hell with the Country Vote the Will Kills
Current mood: amused

Why?  So they can make a video & play @ the Arts Fest!

DO IT!  http://www.post-gazette.com/PittsburghRocks/bandsvoting.asp

Vote on as many computers/phones/TV's/PDA's and in as many browsers as possible... then, clear your history & do it again.

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sorry
Current mood: appolgetic

sometimes people gt to me and i wander off.

Currently listening : London Calling By The Clash Release date: 25 January, 2000

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Soy un perdedor
Current mood: cynical

 Loser

 At what point does one have to admit to one's self that they themselves are not only no longer the coolest person they know but are in fact a loser? Today at work I was pondering, something I first liked about my job but after tonight realized it's not such a good thing, about where I am in life. I can sum up my life as assume most people see it fairly simply; I am 22 years old and live with mommy and daddy, I work nights in a factory and I have very little going for me at this point. I would agree with all of that and if that were all there was to my life I would have to say that, yes I am a loser. However if the people who see my life as just that were to look a little closer they would realize that I have an amazing girlfriend who loves me a great deal, the best friends anyone could ask for, an ok family life and my mom says I'm cool. Last night while at work I planned 67% of this blog in my mind; it was going to be just admitting that I am a loser and I suck at life but now as the words are appearing on my screen I am beginning to second guess whether or not this is true. I am no longer the 17 year old with ridicules hair with the "screw you!" attitude I once was and I'm not certain that is a bad thing but at the same time that 17 year old had not intended to be where I am right now. Was I more ambitious then, was I just naive, or has something gone terribly wrong? 

Currently listening : XTORT By KMFDM Release date: 25 June, 1996

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oh man.
Category: Life

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