ryanz

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if you havent heard of it, myspace is this website thats better than livejournal where you can do fun things like post bulletins, pics, blogs, comments, event invitations, birthdays, comments, request friends, and personalize it to look FuNkY to match your personality! go check out my rock bands' myspace, and may the live journal whither to the soil that a flourishing myspace is growing from.

nice work team, 10 out of 10, overall good stuff, two thumbs up, lifes mint, eat a sandwich

oh my lord ben found the cutest kitten ive ever seen
he is orange and has big eyes and is super playful and friendly. he is just like quest, but younger. we named him hero. tonight was one of the funnest nights ever. we went on an epic journey with dylan, laura, and ernie (sweet), through the resevoir, and some crazy golf course and then snuck into a sweet pool, then walked home through a graveyard, then played in sprinklers, then watched elf then went home. ..now its 630 and ben and i took turns schnuggling hero, now we are making popcorn. truly a successful night of fun.

i just dont know what to do, where to go. i want to go to florida but i dont want to be the only one. hopefully ben or brando, preferably both, shapes up so we can ship out.

in other news jon and i have been recording a rap album...should be sweet.

ok so it looks like i might have to move to california so matt chrisman and i can take over the world. if you dont know matt chrisman you will soon. we used to take baths together. lets see what happensss....

scumbags disguised as friends scheme, kid lies then tries to test me, police arrest me when they find you with blood on your chest, see. i thought you knew better, you dont fuck with the best (z). i guess you still havent learned/ from the ill savage burn scars that charred your girls heart, last time you fucked around like a retard, bangin bogus broads in bathroom facilities. not takin focus off of your taboo abilities, to fuck and run with the most agile agilities. easy for you to take friends not too seriously. you think only deliriously, so i call you out fearlessly. saying i should understand, but you drop hands when you see me. acting sheepishly, you look embarassing and guilty. your creepishly smiling and accepting drinks that i bought you. wonder how long you were planning to sneak, before i caught you. bros before hoes is a code we all know, but youre just a low blow fuck up with a broken nose. lord knows i cant wait to get out of this state so my hate can die down. at least im no longer in place to hear you lie now. friends choose sluts, because theyve got tits and butts, but no wits, just nuts in a hollow coconut dome rattling. next time ill follow you home tattling. im avidly viciously avoiding fictitiously boring petitions to me to agree with your wishes for me to be deliciously pleased with your mooching your way into my social scene. destroying parties with alcoholic genes, babbling wab dabbling words, nobody knows what that means. now that i recall vodka veins, all became all right in my cranium, feel no pain, brain titanium. only pity for my friend who changed lanes now youre fucked. the worst plus the worst can only self destruct.

good past few days. hung out with the infamous xkx, rocco and jon h made guest appearances, obviously ben too. tonight me and ben have been drinking whiskey and playing beer pong and dancing.

i am getting incredibly antsy to move to florida. boston has less and less to offer by the day.


thats about it....time to get back to shots and hot ass moves.

ps ben and i are boyfriends if you havent heard.

me and ben dont have keys, so we have to break in our window every night to get in. today i come home ripppppppppeeeeddddddddddd and as im climbing in, a cop zooms up and gets out of his car. i say "i lost my key?" all weakly...so he starts walking over and im like "no im serious. im not breaking in." so he stares me down a bit, then drives away. then im inside playing music and making food and shit with the windows open, because i know hes gonna watch, and sure enough he starts coming back to sneak peeks. so i took off my pants and shirt and danced to the "call on me" song as ben and i so often do (clothed). and off he went.

win

now im watching phantom
of the operah all trashed, and the music is sweet, but i think i have to turn it off.

there is this awesome animated movie called rock & rule, and the soundtrack has lou reed, blondie, earth wind and fire, iggy pop, and cheap trick. its weird mice who conjure demons with voices and play in sweet punk bands. i recommend it.

so the newspaper bandits did not throw anymore newspapers. i win. i am in internet superstar.

my legacy: http://board.crewcial.org/view_topic.php?id=40313&r=593#834241

last night some random dude was unlocking his bike near my apt at like 2am, and hes like "YO" and im like "whats up" and hes like "i saw you on the internet" blew my mind.

moving to orlando in september.

would have liked to have been at lakehouse last night, but josh ditched me.

being a cripples sucks the biggest one

new in ryanworld:

got sweet flamingo necktats

cut elbow doing freestyle walking, rendering ryanz a cripple

the past few days some weakasss gangsters have been throwing newspapers in my open window at like 730am, so today i stayed up for them, and as soon as they threw it, i jumped out the window with a bottle and said i was going to start cutting necks. they pretended to not know what i was talking about, then ran away right swift.

tomorrow: smash bottles on punkass bitches

looks like im moving to orlando in sept.

had a sweeeet time in orlando, met best kids

7.38 am, time for more shots

life is crazy/sweet

i hate fathers, and i never want to be one

i dont care if i fuck up, im going on a date with a rich white lady...aint life great


give me one reason not to do it

had to walk for hours from downtown, 'frank' is a fuck
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life is sweet again

life is garbage

life is sweet

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RIP

Hunter S. Thompson

"i cant wait to be able to think of other things and not have to be preoccupied with thoughts of where the next meal is coming from.....it makes me mean. the bottom line is that we get to play."
-henry rollins



the most inspiring shit ever. josh and i are reading off quotes from 'get in the van' godfuckingdammit, why cant i find some one who will get in the goddam van, suck their sissy shit up, and do shit proper. where is the machines? where is the men in armor?

i am willing to throw my life away, aka reap rewards of life, i just dont know anyone else with the same mindset.



earth to fucks, nothing is going to go our way except music, lets just do it proper, i know you can.




SO WORTH IT.


EVERY SECOND.






SISSYGIRLS.






SO BORED OF BEDROOM MUSIC.







NEED TO SEE THINGS.





NEED TO EXPERIENCE LIFE ON THE MOST DISGUSTINGLY EXTRENE IF LEVELS.

mediocrity you bore me.

Ok, one last and final show reminder.
This Friday...

Alcoa (Derek A. plays you a tune)
Theives Like Us (Ive heard good things, its their first show)
Desert Sea (their old stuff was way better, first show)
Tiny Whales (good catchy songs)
Valley (Andy and I used to play grindcore together many years ago, this isnt grindcore)

@ New Direction (formerly exit 23) in Haverhill MA
doors are at 7pm

Go, and don't screw up your life.
-Bob