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Thursday, April 26, 2012


My pants, my pants, my pants are on fire.

Friday, March 16, 2012


It would be really nice if I could get the STN_EVENT_PROTECTED<=

<=LASTN_EVENT_PROTECTED to not appear at the top of my journal every time I look at it.

Thursday, December 8, 2011


Tra, freakin' la.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011


Check out all my paintings ~ http://s767.photobucket.com/albums/xx314/trodse/

Boo ~

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

8:16PM - Bunny In My Bed

Bunny In My Bed

A rabbit crawled into my bed this morning
told me that his life was boring

Eating lettuce
chasing mice
running from the farmers wife

Digging holes
and drinking water
picking bugs from his hindquarter

Pacing up and down the garden fence
stacking carrots in his residence

Teasing the dog
talking to moles
jumping over logs
and sniffing marigolds

This he said
made his life a bore
he said it made him feel like he was doing chores

I stared at the bunny
and thought of the words he had spoken
and took a moment to drink

I found it quite funny
its not often you get woken
by a bunny whose asking you to think.

In my most serious tone
trying to sound super tough
Mister Bunny, your tale has shown me that life can be rough

But have no fear, for I have the solution
I can give you a resolution

I will pluck off your fur and hold it in tufts
I will glue it to headphones and make me earmuffs
I will boil some water and cook you for dinner
I will cut you in half and make you look thinner
I will dash you with pepper and all kinds of stuff
I will tenderize you gently so your meats not to tough

I grinned a great grin and inhaled deep
the bunny stared back, not making a peep
I could see that his bunny brain was making a leap
His hide I could tell now he wanted to keep

I grinned an evil grin and he started to run
I said hold on bunny, I'm just making fun

You should enjoy your life
and all the things in it
for nothing could be worse than to end on a turnspit

The bunny, he stopped and turned towards his right
His eyes looked like he had just seen the light

Thanks for the insight he said as he loped cross the floor
I will see my life now as not such a bore

With that he was gone, that white herbivore
I guess that's what you get for not locking the door.


Sonnet #2

Would you mind if I loved you in this life?

To take on the same air as you might do

To cause you pleasure and lessen your strife

The heady smoke of kindness like surtout

Evenings together and the lightning

Rain pouring down, crisp wind through the net blows

My heart has taken a deep breath on wing

The smile I thought long lost to me now glows

How often i dreamed of feeling wanted

To kiss your lips and tarry longer there

My arms feel hungry now, for them you fed

What once was drab, you see now bayadere

Would you mind if I loved you in this life?

To keep you close to me in my wakerife

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

3:28PM - In your Journal

I'm hella in your Journal... do you know why?
I do!

Reply and tell me why you think I am in yours.


Sunday, December 13, 2009


What looks like what is coming
do not fear
no matter how near
these simple sounding words appear

But words is what they are
and happiness wants them spoken
symbolizing something more
not simply just a token

So easy you make it
so uncomplicated
yet so hard
The words spin round inside my head
channeling my inner bard

You can't take them back
so be careful, you must
words are funny things you see
they can take and give much trust

so use caution with this word my friends
and treat it with utmost care
speak it true and loud from the mountain tops
only when you can swear

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

12:47PM - Freezing hands

Cold feet cold hand
please wont you tell me where I stand?

In the city
in the street
I'm always haunted
by my cold feet.

Fingers numb
icy cold
wringing action
but not too bold

Rub two sticks together
start a fire
house burned down
now, nowhere to retire.

Thursday, October 29, 2009


I still live!

Friday, February 20, 2009


Wiggle your worm and make it funky.

Pound your scotch
and check your watch

It's time for Username
to post something inane.

Hey, that rhymes!

Tuesday, October 14, 2008


Bitter angry tears of regret
dining solitary
at this one man banquet.

Sampled and tossed made to feel like refuse
I lost my love
I lost my muse

Heartbroken and shoes untied
hair disheveled
filled with lies

Promises of things to come
my soul undone.

Life stays the same
Nothing changes
I should have been prepared
for these coming stages.

Laying on the bed i wonder
of what I could have done
to garner

The loss of love and what comes with it
tears and pain
I guess befit

The man I am and always will know
and all

Monday, May 19, 2008

8:33PM - Sonnet for noone~

By Boo ~

Do I trip, or stumble or lose my breath.
Sanctified in my mind this happiness.
Traveling together not end at death.
Hand in hand in a dream feel my caress.
Sun and storms will oft intersperse our life.
To be taken up on an ocean deep.
Beset by waves of emotion and strife.
Yet washed away complete by simple sleep.
Time together with you is time replete.
Turn dark to light in a head of turmoil.
Touched through and fully scored deep and complete.
Permeating core nothing to assoil.
Set adrift and left to grow and flower.
You give me your all, fill me with power.

Thursday, September 13, 2007


God I suck at updating! I still like cheese. I still don't make layouts.

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

11:42PM - lala

HELLO LA LA! Been a long time!

Boo ~

Saturday, February 24, 2007

1:14AM - Squeaky Gates and a Picket Fence

Squeaky Gates and a Picket Fence ~ By Boo

The day ends and with it comes a smile. The smile that comes with the
knowledge that in time the creak of a well worn hinge will greet your
ears followed by the sound of a key sliding smoothly into a lock. The
door opens silently and you place your things down with a rustle and a
jingle of keys. From nearby you notice the sizzle and smells of dinner.

Walking into the kitchen, cats nestle around your ankles happy to have
you home. You lean over and scratch the kitties behind the ears and the
nuzzle you even harder.

A click and clank grabs your attention. It's the sound of the stove
being turned off a lid being put on a hot pot.

You look up and a man in standing in front of you. His face glowing
from the many years of smiling and joy you have brought him. His hand is
outstretched and he beckons for you.

You step forward and he comes to meet you in embrace. You can feel his
heart beating hard against his chest as yours melds with his. It's been
a decade, but you are used to this because it's the same everyday. He
loves you now like the first day your bodies united at one and the
thousands of times in between.

Without a word he turns slowly and pulls you gently along behind him
and to the bedroom. Taking you in his arms again he lays you softly down
on the bed and envelopes you. Your clothes are long since gone, but the
rapture of the moment has you wondering when they came off.

His love for you is strong and you can feel it. It's palpable.

He loves you and you know it.

Friday, December 8, 2006



O' ye
hold back the dark
for it creeps in and holds me at bay
saps my will
and scares me
plagues each waking moment
keeps me secluded and wary

For' ye
make the umbra step back
assault the bonds and break them
refresh my reserves
strengthen me
pacify the night
make me feel safe

O' I
hope to do the same for ye
and drive the light home
be behind the smiles that cross your face
be part of your waking thoughts
and bring to you

May the day be graced by your presence as I am by the mere thought of

Yours, Boo

Friday, November 17, 2006


So I really hate people who play online games and feel the need to cheat. I made this flash movie here about some fucker who is a blatant user of a program called Macro Quest (used for warping about zones, killing monsters, stealing from other people etc.)

P.S. Unf unf.

6:03PM - That which is Username~

I am Username. I don't make layouts. I am comprised primarily of cheese and sheepskin condoms, with just a touch of bacon. I don't write here much, because I forget a lot. (Cheese and condoms, especially the sheepskin variety are not known for their ability to retain information.) If not for the bacon, I'm reasonably sure I would forget I exist.

One day I will remember to type those random thoughts here on a regular basis. Till then... call me sporadic at best.

Current mood: woodchipper

Thursday, November 2, 2006

1:54AM - My pants are on FIRE!

They smell of smoke and bacon is strong.

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