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Last Minute Project

01:07 Jun 18 2008
Times Read: 817


Beer

Ice, pillows



Bag, keys

rolling papers, map, travel games

toys

luggage

the wife and kids

hairspray & makeup

Keys, money,

PJ's, Toothbrush,

wallet and sun glasses

money and keys

money, shoes and my sanity

Baby food, Bonjela, Nappies!

my mp3 and a venom

tooth brushes , change for the tolls

toothbrush, keys and my passport

Pillow, and not enough sleep to go around(a nap.)

toothbrush



mp3 player



my daughter



music shampoo

directions



wallet, and sun glasses hat shoes, water bottle

gum, pair of underwear, and CDs



Cameras, wine and beer

Camera, Spare dummies and phone

cigs

passport

pillows

clock

camera

wallet

hairbrush or shampoo

luggage, meds,

Ice, snacks for the kids and Tylenol

My toothbrush, underwear and usually PJ's

my wallet, camera

smokes, and camera

money. tickets. passport.



Directions and schedule,

drinks,

money.



toothbrush, bag of blood and shades

extra contact lenses, extra sandals,

rolling papers

travel games

toys

the wife and kids

sanity

Baby food

Bonjela,

Nappies!

a venom kit

change for the tolls

the ability to Nap

my daughter

shampoo

Spare dummies

Meds,

tickets

bag of blood

extra contact lenses

extra sandals,









10 cell phones

9 snacks

2 cell phone chargers

8 fuel stops

6 drinks (non alcoholic)

6 music sources (unspecified type)

3 sets of keys.



Arrrg I messed it up.. I will get it together next time..


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A damn good consumer letter..

23:47 Jun 14 2008
Times Read: 824


From Off Ramp Motel





Kick Start the Habit



I write:



Dear Counts of Cessation,



When I was a young boy growing up in rural Pennsylvania, I would sit at home waiting for my dad to come home from a long day at work (he was an exterminator's assistant). As soon as he got home, he would crack open a fifth of Jim Beam and light up a cigarette. Sure, he had a violent temper and a habit of wrecking his cars a lot, but when it came to being a good father, he was second to none (except for maybe those TV sitcom fathers, like Bill Cosby).



Although he would beat me and my siblings (Jed, Jeb, Clem, Sally, Mary, Betsy, Ezekiel, and Quan Pham-Duc) senseless when he was on one of his drinking marathons (and there were a LOT of them, believe me, my friends), we knew that he loved us unconditionally. In fact, the only thing he loved more than us were his cigarettes.



When I saw him sit down in front of our Panasonic TV and light up a Camel, I couldn't believe the look of tranquility that came over him. When that first breath of smoke hit his lungs and sent the nicotine surging through his blood, he looked like the happiest man alive.



Now, five years after his untimely death (he was killed in a freak car washing accident), I have been thinking about my father's love for cigarettes. Just thinking about it brings tears to my eyes as I type this. I actually (for the first time in my life) went out and bought a pack of cigarettes (Camel--Dad's brand).



I pulled the first cigarette out of the pack, gently inserted it between my lips, and, shivering in anticipation, applied the flame to the tip of the cigarette. "SWEET JESUS!!!" I bellowed, "This is the worst thing I have ever tasted!" I can't understand how dad could be relaxed by smoking that....filth (for lack of a better word). But, as his oldest son, I am willing to try.



This is where you come in, my friends: I would like to know if you have any tips to help me "kick start" the habit, so to speak. What about your nicotine gum? Would it be easier to start smoking if I were already addicted to nicotine? Please let me know if this is a feasible way to start smoking, as I don't want to spend all that money and still hate cigarettes.



Oh, I know what you're thinking. "This guy is a few packs short of a carton," but let me assure you that I am sincere in my desire to live up to my father's expectations. Please let me know how you can help.



Thanks in advance,



Dave Cilluffo

Erie, PA





They reply:



Thank you for visiting our Nicorette website and for contacting us.

We can't help you. We do not recommend that you use Nicorette


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Perverted Peeps

21:40 Jun 09 2008
Times Read: 848


Is Nothing Sacred?



Peep ShowX Rated XX


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VAMPIREBLONDEE
VAMPIREBLONDEE
22:06 Jun 09 2008

Too cute!





 

Pie Fer' the Silly Persons

02:48 Jun 09 2008
Times Read: 863


pie

Duck

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Lint Pickers

00:09 Jun 09 2008
Times Read: 865


Lint Pickers are people that are intensely curious, they are the person that collects fashion from various subcultures and mixes and 'matches' to create an appearance of each, their conversation contribution among different subcultures is usually packed with here say, and trivia. sometimes they will sound out the interest of others in other subcultures as well.



Like asking a hip hop fan, what they think of vampires, or punk rock.



While most groups will welcome the lint picker, they are likely to make him a mascot. The tendancy and potential for a lint picker to "share information" to appear cool for being "In the Know" about (insert SC).



Some lint pickers are only looking for "real" or ideal members of a S.C. to offer a guide line for their S.C..


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Grab The Bag!

20:50 Jun 07 2008
Times Read: 880


This is where the Bag Starts.



The contents of the Bag are not important.



Once the Bag is Grabbed it can no longer be grabbed here.



The Bag can be grabbed from the person who has it.



This is where you announce you have the bag, as well as who you got it from (maybe even how.)



So here is the Bag..


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VAMPIREBLONDEE
VAMPIREBLONDEE
22:43 Jun 07 2008

I grabbed the bag while you WERE looking,lol. I have the bag and its hideing.....





 

Johnny Cash -The Mercy Seat

03:29 Jun 06 2008
Times Read: 895


Johnny Cash

»

The Mercy Seat





It all began when they took me from my home

And put me on Death Row,

a crime for which I am totally innocent, you know.



I began to warm and chill

To objects and their fields,

A ragged cup, a twisted mop

The face of Jesus in my soup

Those sinister dinner deals

The meal trolley's wicked wheels

A hooked bone rising from my food

All things either good or ungood.



And the mercy seat is waiting

And I think my head is burning

And in a way I'm yearning

To be done with all this weighing of the truth.

An eye for an eye

And a tooth for a tooth

And anyway I told the truth

And I'm not afraid to die.



I hear stories from the chamber

Christ was born into a manger

And like some ragged stranger

He died upon the cross

Might I say, it seems so fitting in its way

He was a carpenter by trade

Or at least that's what I'm told



My kill-hand's

tatooed E.V.I.L. across it's brother's fist

That filthy five! They did nothing to challenge or resist.

[ http://www.rare-lyrics.com ]



In Heaven His throne is made of goldbr>

The ark of his Testament is stowed

A throne from which I'm told

All history does unfold.

It's made of wood and wire

And my body is on fire

And God is never far away.



Into the mercy seat I climb

My head is shaved, my head is wired

And like a moth that tries

To enter the bright eye

I go shuffling out of life

Just to hide in death awhile

And anyway I never lied.



And the mercy seat is waiting

And I think my head is burning

And in a way I'm yearning

To be done with all this weighing of the truth.

An eye for an eye

And a tooth for a tooth

And anyway I told the truth

And I'm not afraid to die



And the mercy seat is burning

And I think my head is glowing

And in a way I'm hopin'

to be done with all this twistin' of the truth.

An eye for an eye

And a tooth for a tooth

And any way there was no proof

And I'm not afraid to die



And the mercy seat is glowing

And I think my head is smoking

And in a way I'm hopin'

to be done with all these looks of disbelief.

A life for a life

And a truth for a truth

And I've got nothin' left to loose.

And I'm not afraid to die



And the mercy seat is smoking

And I think my head is melting

And in a way that's helpin'

to be done with all this twistin' of the truth

An eye for an eye

And a tooth for a tooth

And any way I told the truth

But I'm afraid I told a lie.


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VAMPIREBLONDEE
VAMPIREBLONDEE
03:34 Jun 06 2008

I will look for that on youtube...I enjoyed his music and his life story"walk the line".





KamarillaKaine
KamarillaKaine
05:29 Jun 06 2008

aahhh The Man In Black ..








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