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'Kay, see, I didn't so much mean *tonight*. But I saved your email, so I have directions and digits. Maybe I'll just scare the crap out of you some random night here soon. "HI THERE!"

from red-wine :

So you're in for the Xmas party. This pleases me greatly. And if you ever hear a girl traipsing around your apartment complex calling your names, come out and find me, 'kay? Cause I get bored and do weird shit when drunk. That, and I'd like to see firsthand the monster I've created.

from nixtress :

hmmmmm I had a tiddly bit of debauchery myself :P remind me to tell you about what almost happened..and seems to be hovering.

from funjules :

Dayum, Wooderson!! I need to find out where you and Girl live and wrangle myself an invite over!!

from red-wine :

Ohhhh, I see. "Hey, let's all make fun of Skye! She's such a tard!" Well, *pfffthtpfh* ANY-way, I just came by to say that I'm proud of your for tapping into your inner Satyr. That's the Wooderson I've been trying to raise like a good boy!

from idiot-milk :

You know, I told Skye that it was you and I figured she would realize that I was totally kidding when I said it. But for like a week, she seriously thought you were the one stalking me. heh. snort. She was gonna jump all over your shit, too. Funny stuff, that. I should lie about people more often. Certainly makes things more interesting. Hmmm...what other stories can I make up about you...

from idiot-milk :

heh. Dork.

from nixtress :

Hey!!! Nice new layout :) very stylin' of you :P hope things are peachy with the kitty and life in Cols.

from moviegrrl :

Killer Klowns From Outer Space *sigh* I've not seen it in too long...I HATE clowns, but adore this film...

from idiot-milk :

I want a pony, and the Hello Kitty waffle maker, and I want, um, and...HEY! QUIT LOOKING DOWN MY SHIRT, SANTAPERV!

from red-wine :

See, NOW you're partying RedWine style! If I'm not too loaded/hung over Sunday evenin' I might just take you up on you the offer to party 4/20 style.

from funjules :

I know the answer, I know the answer! When their operator is busy, or peeing, or giggling about something the guys from the stockroom said, and the phone rings, and she doesn't answer, that's what the bong, bong, bong is. And yeah, it used to drive me batshit as well.

from idiot-milk :

Ah, if only they'd pay attention, my friend. If only they were actually literate enough to be able to read your entry. For, while I know you might disagree, I'm not firmly convinced that outside of the store they're any better. In fact, I'd be willing to bet that the customers in my store, at least, are making a concious effort to be BETTER than they are normally. Which is frightening. Very, very frightening.

from idiot-milk :

I think I'm just going to keep them guessing. I might make reference to having some disease which makes it necessary for me to be near a bathroom. Only I won't specify why. And they'll be too creeped out to ask. And then I'll start pretend-hallucinating and stuff, and talking to my dead grandmother or jesus. and then I'll deny the whole thing. heh. Could be fun, yo.

from funjules :

Jesus, Wooderson, wouldja warn people before you put up something like that?!? My coworkers are not at all happy that I just yelled "Aaaaghhh!" and disturbed their slumber!

from red-wine :

Damn boy! At least take the man out for a drink or two first!

from funjules :

Ah yes, a fellow conspiracy theorist. I KNEW there was a reason I dig you, Wooderson.

from funjules :

The hell? Oh, and also, The hell? Wooderson, where do you find these things? :)

from red-wine :

No one ever offers to let *me* film their private porn. I'm offended. <pout>

from dreamreview :

Hey there, just letting you know that your DreamReview is up :)

from funjules :

Well, that's what they say about N. Korea, also, but it doesn't seem we've got too much of a hard-on to go after them. They also don't have the oil interests that the Mideast countries do. Coincidence? I think not. Assholes.

from boogiebeep :

no shit, did they really? that is my fucking birthday the assholes, I dont wanna get my license only to be driving along in FiFi and fucking get smacked in the head wit a bomb, im gunna personally write to Bush and ask him to delay the war, so I can at least drive on my birthday and not have to worry about dying dammit

from idiot-milk :

YOU BASTARDS! I AM MENTALLY DISTURBED, AND IT IS ALL YOUR FAULT! YOU SHALL RUE THE DAY! heh. Nah.

from anticrew :

i may be punk rock but i've worked for a bank for 5 years AND i just recently finished a contract with a mortgage company to collect on delinquent payments. you financial questions? i got answers. [[email protected]]

from anticrew :

ordinarily, i'd come back and brag about how great a rock show was when i know the other person hasn't seen them b/c i can be real funny in a shitty sorta way but you will note that the CKY show is sold out so now i gotsta wait AGAIN for Canada to sire those dudes over. i really hate Canada.

from paengz666 :

LOVE ME LOVE MY CATs!! I LIKE UR KITTY ^_^= Jub juB Mewmeww

from anticrew :

i'm very excited for CKY to finally make it to my city--have you seen them in concert? were they good? also, "last exit to brooklyn" was the best Selby book. "the room" was ok but "last exit..." was effin' amazing.

from red-wine :

Sorry I've been MIA...crazy week. Anyway, regretfully belated thanks for the card and email. It made me smile. Yes, lots. We'll chat soon, yo.

from nixtress :

hey you..I've just been really busy and hectic. No worries :) hope things are going well down there and I'll talk to you soon :P

from keryanna :

So I was going to say that your cat looks exactly like my cat ... which he/she/it does ... but then again yours is black. And mine is black. And, pretty much, all black cats look alike. It sounded much cooler in my head.

from funjules :

Uh, yeah, and then there's also that whole "We live in Columbus, the capital of Nowheresville" that will probably keep us from sustaining a direct hit.

from idiot-milk :

You couldn't see me, but as I read that poem I was holding up my lighter. And behind my ultra hip sunglasses (the ones I wear even at night because, yes, I AM that cool) a single tear slid down my cheek and into my goatee. Well. It WOULD have. If I had a goatee. Which I don't. But still. I have a super suave goatee in my heart, and that counts.

from funjules :

The hell?? Dammit, Wooderson, I come to your page to laugh, not to read depressing shite like this! Pull it together, man, or I'll find out where you work and come there to throw produce at you!

from red-wine :

Dropkick Murphys! Say it loud, say it proud...OI!

from trasker :

ziggy! yes! gold! perfect! .. sorry, i'm mildly lame.

from red-wine :

SMARTASS! ;)

from krebstar :

I'm glad you had really good sex last night. Everyone deserves that.

from idiot-milk :

Shit. I'm sorry; I forgot about the Aquanet. I take full responsiblity for the fact that Ohio is still a desolate wasteland of cold and snowy badness. As I think about it, I'm reasonably certain I'm to be held resonsible for all the major ills in the world. And, to hear some tell it, I killed Jesus. I can only promise to do better next time. Um, sorry.

from red-wine :

Dude! I had my away message on and didn't see that you'd IMd me until I logged off. Sorry. (I just called you 'dude'. WHY??)

from red-wine :

Oooh, I want to see!

from funjules :

Aaarrrrgh! Damn you all the way to hell! Now I have that song stuck in my head, because I couldn't escape fast enough! Blast you, Orgnzdanrchy!! *shakes fist towards sky* :)

from red-wine :

My thought upon seeing that commercial is always "Well, because grandpa blew his entire pension at the track, and liked to run around on grandma with prostitutes only slightly older than you!" or some variation thereon. Who's the sicko now?

from chinadollrvw :

Your diary review is up @ chinadollrvw.diaryland.com Sorry about the lack of spontaneous nookie -trasker

from red-wine :

Sorry to hear you didn't get any. (That's a lie. I'm not, so nobody else had better be either) ANY-way, I can be found in the wild, wooly, Westerville library. Because I love the commute. Should you pass through, if you see a tall, cranky looking woman with medium length dark red hair, probably wearing a grey fleece jacket because I'm always cold, that's me.

from red-wine :

Ah! Come to *my* library! We love getting people to pay their fines. Usually, they will either scream and bitch over 50 cents, or pay up 50 bucks with their heads hanging and acting all apologetic. Any librarian who gives you the hairy eyeball for paying your fines needs to be bonked in the head.

from red-wine :

The return of the note stalker! Savannah. The horror. She's just bound to be a stripper (just like mom!) Kind of like all guys named Bruce are gay or Australian. And as a side note (waaaay off to the side) every time I see the thing at the bottom that says "silly hitbox shit" I think it says "Holy shitbox". Every time. And every time I scroll down thinking there's something about a litterbox for Jesus.

from red-wine :

Erg! Sorry if you're reading the old shit. I really am much more than the relationship whining. I'm just relieved to learn that there are some worthwhile people (ergo yourself) here in Cowtown.

from red-wine :

YES! Those inane "drug money supports terror" commercials piss me off as well. It's like your parents telling you "because I say so". Explain yourself! Provide facts! "Because it's true" means precisely fuck-all.

from dork-reviews :

Hi there, your review is up at dork-reviews. This is the url just because I want to put it here: http://dork-reviews.diaryland.com/orgnzdanrch.html . . . enjoy -Eileen

from krebstar :

A Donnie Darko, Pete and Pete, Tears for Fears, Hunter S. Thompson, and CKy fan? Plus you drink rum and coke. You are definately cool in my book.

from red-wine :

Hey! Another Columbus diarylander! I like your writing style too. Brash. Nice. Good. Wry. (Not monosyllabic, like myself.)

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