Tuesday, December 17, 2002

fólk sem bloggar kann ekki að skrifa í dagbók , eða er með það mikla athygglis sýki að það verður að láta heiminn vita hvað það er það gera , ég segi farið út í næstu ritfanga verslun og verslaðu þér bók , hún lifir lengur og það er illa gaman að skoða þær þegar maður er orðinn gamall .

Friday, December 13, 2002

ég er farinn að skrifa í dagbók aftur þanig að ég held að ég fari að minka við mig að blögga ......... ekki að nein eygi eftir að taka eftir því

Thursday, December 12, 2002


guð eða maður ?

Wednesday, December 11, 2002

Its just one of those days when you don't wanna wake up.
Everything is fucked. Everybody sucks You don't really know why but want justify Rippin' someone's head off.No human contact and if you interact your life is on contract.Your best bet is to stay away motherfucker. it's just one of those days!!

jæja ég hefði betur mátt sleppa því að vakkna í dag , við skulum bara segja FUCK ...pimping dótið er fucked gully er hætt , bankinn minn fór að flippa og síminn líka en það er búið að redda þessu held ég ............það er bara alls ekki létt að vera gangster í raun er þetta stanslaus vinna ...ég er svo ekki happy út í gully vegna þess að hún er að hakka viðskiftin mín ......... ég tók mér frí í vinnunni fram á næsta mánudag og ég er að flippa You don't really know why but want justify Rippin' someone's head off
DO YOU THINK YOU WILL EVER GET OUT OF JAIL?

I don't care. I'm as at home here as anywhere. Anywhere is
anywhere you want it to be. It's all the same to me. I'm not afraid
of death, so what can they do to me? I don't care what they do. The
only thing I care about is my love.

Death is psychosomatic. The gas chamber? [Charlie laughs.] My
God, are you kidding? It's all verses, all climaxes, all music. Death
is permanent solitary confinement, and there is nothing I would like
more than that.

----charles manson

Tuesday, December 10, 2002

Ted Bundy (22+) The Picasso of the serial killing community. Ted was handsome, charming, intelligent, self-assured, with a brilliant future, and deadlier than a rattlesnake. Using his good looks, he was able to invisibly abduct his victims to kill privately and continue with his seemingly charmed existence. This law student and Young Republican liked to wear an arm sling to appear vulnerable so to get women to help him with his groceries. He favored killing pretty, dark-haired cheerleader types. He would bludgeon his prey to death with blunt objects and was fond of raping and biting them. The bite marks on one of his victims was used as evidence against him at his trial in Florida.
rómaveldi féll ekki í dag og fellur varla á næstudögum ........... en ég hefði það ekki alveg af að fara í vinnuna í dag mestmegnis aumingjaskapur en samt gott að slappa aðeins af ...mikið var gott að þegar maður var ekki að vinna ......í raun meina ég þetta ekki en ......í morgun hugsaði ég þetta og svaf svo til hádegis .....fór út að versla jólagjafir með PIC sem var bara cool ......... við reynslu ókum rexton ...cool in a non fun way .........svaf svaf svaf svaf svaf buffy .


I have to live my dreams.......enginn veit hvessu lengi maður fær að vera að leika sér á þessari plánetu þannig að það er eins gott að party hard ( ,Well, this is just...neat ) PIMP hard ( Bitches, come! ) , drive hard ( I like anything fast enough to do something stupid in. ) , oh and lot of sex hole bunch of sex ...... er það ekki málið með lífinu að hafa gaman af þessu ...og já það skiftir ekki máli hvað maður gerir það sem skiftir máli er hvort maður lítur vel út þegar maður er að gera það

Monday, December 09, 2002

öll heimsveldi falla , inkarnir , rómaveldi , breska heimsveldið , ussr , jon gotty , manson , þeir síðustu verða fyrstir og þeir fystu síðustu sum heimsveldi lifa í þúsundir ára önnur fá bara að vera til yfir helgi ......málið er einfalt KR-ingarnir eru farnir að halda áheyrnar próf í verðandi störf í númeraplötu gerð ...........sem er svo sem bara það sem KR-ingar gera , það sem ég geri er ekkert , ég sel ekkert , ég nota ekkert , ég geimi ekkert , ég c ekkert og veit minna , mér er ekki ætlað að vera gangster og það er alt í góðu með það lífið er leikur ævintýri við prufum eitt og annað en vitum svo ekkert í okkar haus , en lífið er já bara 5 stafa orð með sára lítilli meiningu , merkilegt hvað allir vilja halda fast í þetta líf .................. I just want to have fun

Crap, you drive an M3?!? Can I be your friend? You enjoy luxury
and performance, and have the cash to back it up. Scratched
the car? Just get a new one!

Find out which car you drive!

Sunday, December 08, 2002

rosalega er ég búinn að vera mig dauðlangar til að fara bara að sofa en það er sennilega ekki sniðugt að fara að sofa fyrir hálf átta en ég verð aðreyna halda mér vakandi til allavega 21 ef ég get sem ég á svo ekki eftir að geta en so be it ....... furðulegt hvað gerðist mikið um helgina þó svo að ekkert hafi gerst sem er eitthvað voðalega mikilvægt , ég er allavega alveg út keyrður eftir helgina ...sem að gerist ekki oft .......fuck it ég fer bara snemma að sofa , það er ekki hægt að halda sér vakandi of lengi ....ef ég vakkna í nótt þá vakkna ég bara ef ég er svo heppinn að haldast sofandi ZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Come and hold my hand I wanna contact the living Not sure I understand This rope I've been given I sit and talk to God And he just laughs at my plans My head speaks a language I don't understand I just wanna feel Real love fill the home that I live in Cos I got too much life Running thru my veins Going to waste I don't wanna die But I ain't keen on living either Before I fall in love I'm preparing to leave her Scare myself to dead That's why I keep on running Before I roll eye I can see myself coming I just wanna feel Real love fill the home that I live in Cos I got too much life Running thru my veins Going to waste And I need to feel Real love and the love ever after I can not get enough I just wanna feel Real love fill the home that I live in I got too much love Running thru my veins To go to waste I just wanna feel Real love and the love ever after There's a hole in my soul You can see it in my face It's a real big place Come and hold my hand I wanna contact the living Not sure I understand This rope I've been given Not sure I understand not sure I understand Not sure I understand Not sure I understand................. ótrúlegt hvað þessi texti passar vel við mig ..the real me
jæja laugar dagur og sunnudagur ég hitti mýna nyju eign sem kallast kia og er 20 ára fín stelpa hún fór út að djamma með okkur óla þatta var svona meira bissniss en djamm ég fór samt í afmæli til ho1 eða hana gully ..svo hitti ég C sem var að halda smá party dam hún er flott en KIA var náttúrulega með mér allann tímann , óli var bara í slaxmálum allt kvöldið sem er bara hans mál ...en helgin var góð annas er eminem helgi
THE WAY I AM


Dre just let it run
A yo turn the beat up a little bit
A yo
This song is for anyone
Fuck it shut up and listen
A yo,
I sit back with this pack of Zig Zags and this bag
Of this weed it gives me the shit needed to be
The most meanest MC on this
On this Earth
And since birth I've been cursed with this curse to just curse
And just blurt this berserk and bizarre shit that works
And it sells and it helps in itself to relieve
All this tension dispensin me sentences gettin it
Stress that's been eaten me recently offa this chest
And I rest again peacefully
But at least have the decency in you to leave me alone
When you freaks see me out in the streets when I'm eatin or feedin my daughter
To not come and speak to me
I don't know you and no, I don't owe you a motherfucking thing
I'm not Mr. N'Sync
I'm not what your friends think
I'm not Mr. friendly
I can be a prick
If you tip me my tank is on empty
No patience is in me and if you offend me I'm liftin you 10 feet
In the air I don't care who is there and who saw me just jaw you
Go call you a lawyer go file you a lawsuit
I'll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe
I'm tired of all you
I don't mean to be mean but that's all I can be is just me

Chorus:
And I am whatever you say I am
If I wasn't then why would I say I am
In the paper, the news everyday I am
Radio won't even play my jam
Cuz I am whatever you say I am
If I wasn't then why would I say I am
In the paper, the news everyday I am
I don't know it's just the way I am

Sometimes I just feel like my father
I hate to be bothered
With alla this nonsense it's constant
Oh it's his lyrical content the song "Guilty Concience"
has gotten such rotten responses
And all-a this controversy circles me
And it seems like the media immedietly
Points a finger at me --
So I point one back at em but not the index or pinky
Or the ring or the thumb it's the one you put up
When you don't give a fuck when you won't just put up
With the bullshit they pull cuz they fulla shit too
When a dude's gettin bullied and shoots up his school
And they blame it on Marilyn
And the heroin where were the parents at
And look where it's at
Middle America now it's a tragedy now it's so sad to see
An upperclass city havin this happenin
Then attack Eminem cuz I rap this way
But I'm glad cuz they feed me the fuel that I need
For the fire to burn in it's burnin and I have returned

Chorus

I'm so sick and tired of being admired
That I wish I would just die or get fired
And drop from my label and stop with the fables
I'm not gonna be able to top what my name is
And pigeon-holed into some poppy sensation
To cop me rotation at rock-an-roll stations
And I just do not got the patience
To deal with these cocky Caucasians
Who think I'm some wigger who just tries to be black
Cuz I talk wit an accent and grab on my balls
So they always keep askin the same fucking questions
What school did I go to what hood I grew up in
And why the who what when the where and the how
till I'm grabbin my hair and I'm tearin it out
Cuz they drivin me crazy
I can't take it I'm racin I'm pacin
I stand and I sit
I'm thankful for every fan that I get
But I can't take a shit in the bathroom
Without someone standin by it
No I won't sign your autograph
You can call me an asshole I'm glad

Cuz I am whatever you say I am
If I wasn't then why would I say I am
In the paper, the news everyday I am
Radio won't even play my jam
Cuz I am whatever you say I am
If I wasn't then why would I say I am
In the paper, the news everyday I am
I don't know it's just the way I am