| Dudes man. |
[Oct. 9th, 2009|11:51 pm] |
I'm driving home from work today and got into a yelling match with some dude. I have a 3-way stop sign intersection right at the entrance of my neighborhood. There was a huge van in front of me, so I couldn't really see the other cars. I go to make my right turn, and notice too late that the car opposite of me was turning as well. I completely cut him off. He beeped at me. I waved my hand to say "sorry." Instead of that being the end of it, the dude decided to rev his engine and come up right next to me as I'm driving. He yells in my window something about the stop sign. I yell back that I had said sorry. He then speeds up and cuts in front of me. Then proceeds to drive less than 5 miles an hour. I get pissed so I gave him the finger. He completely stopped and started yelling out his window at me. "Fuck you!" And some other things I couldn't make out. I yell back, "No, fuck YOU! I said sorry you fucking asshole!" He then yells some more. We go on like this, stopped in the middle of the road for a good 2 minutes. He then drives off still yelling in a fit of rage. I laugh and continue my 2 second drive home. I have to add also that all of this happened in a 15ft distance. I love road rage, don't you? I mean, it was a stop sign for god's sake. Get over it. Haha. |
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| Vampires. |
[Oct. 8th, 2009|11:37 pm] |
Tonight I'm sitting on the couch watching the new show, Vampire Diaries. (I read the books 3 years ago, thank. you. very. much.)
Anyway, I'm watching and I started thinking, "I wish vampires were real." Seriously. Why would you not want to stay young forever? Live forever. Never get hurt. Etc, etc. And why the fuck do all these bitches in movies/tv not want to be bitten by and become one? I'd be the first one to sign up for it. Being a vampire would be awesome.
On another note, I keep buying hats and I don't know why. None of them fucking look good on me. I have like a collection of hats that I've never worn. I need to stop buying them.
Tomorrow's Friday. Finally. Sorry for the lack of posting to anyone who actually reads this piece of shit. I've been lazy lately. It happens.
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| VMA's and such. |
[Sep. 14th, 2009|12:56 am] |
Watched the MTV Video Music Awards tonight. It keeps getting worse and worse every year! I only watched it because my bf Robert Pattinson was going to be there. And he looked fucking delicious. I should have dvr'd that shit though so I could have fast forwarded through all the bullshit. Kanye West is a fucking tool. And Lady Gaga scares me.
I brought fake mustache's to the bar last weekend. So serious.
  
The gray goatee looked way cooler as a tear.
Time for bed.
Bald is NOT beautiful.
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| Random Thoughts of the day. |
[Sep. 3rd, 2009|10:46 pm] |
It is what it is. Who/what is "it"? I'm not telling.
I like Pickles. So serious.
My daughter Autumn, I'm pretty sure, is the best kid in the world. I just walked by the bathroom and heard her singing between farts. |
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| facebook. |
[Sep. 2nd, 2009|12:29 am] |
I'm being a nerd and taking Facebook quizzes.
So far I have found out that I am vibrant, creative and insane. My relationship with the world is very love/hate. I'm also temperamental, bizarre and intriguing. And my ideal position at Wal-Mart would be an overnight stocker because I must of lost my job as a carnie and this is the only other time I've seen people like me since.
That is all for now.
<3 Becks
p.s. Robert Pattinson will be mine.
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| Writer's Block: Technology & My Future |
[Aug. 27th, 2009|08:06 pm] |
It better fucking allow me to be bathed and dressed by a robot. Also breakfast made by same robot, at the same time. Every morning.
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| What would Tucker Max do? |
[Aug. 23rd, 2009|11:58 pm] |
Last night, went to a bar. Drank too much, but not enough for me to become belligerent. Damn it. There was a dude falling asleep at the bar though, I got so excited and started pointing when I saw him that you'd think I just noticed Rob Pattinson standing there naked. Here's a picture of said sleeping dude, and the assholes behind him are my friends:
My friends and I have had some crazy fucking drunk stories.
Like that time I walked into what I thought to be a friend of a friend's house, only to come back outside (after peeing in their toilet) to find out that the friend of a friend's house was the one next to the house I went pee in. Who's house did I go in? Who knows. Why was their door unlocked? Who knows. How did I know where the bathroom was? I walked around until I found it. Yep. I walked around someone's house, in the dark. I could have been shot. But I made it out alive, and at least I didn't take a dump in their toilet.
I have many puke stories as well, which I won't go into detail. But many friends have had to clean my vomit off of the outside of their cars and porches.
Or the worst night ever when I got really drunk on 50 cent vodka and cranberry drinks at the most ghetto bar in NJ. Fell. Broke my wrist so bad that I needed surgery to fix it.
However, none of these stories even come close to any that Tucker Max has written. I want to hang out with him at least once. He doesn't even need to talk to me, or include me in his conversations of the night. He will be in Philadelphia on Sept 1st for the premiere of his new movie. Tickets are already sold out, but I think I may go bar hopping in the city that night in hopes to run into him. I wouldn't even say anything to him, because he would probably just make fun of me anyway. I just want to witness one of his crazy nights out first hand.
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| Texts From Last Night |
[Aug. 19th, 2009|02:13 am] |
www.textsfromlastnight.com
I love this website.
It reminds me of the time when I woke up with grass in my bed, in my hair, as well as finding it all over my bathroom floor. |
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| Bridezillas |
[Aug. 9th, 2009|06:57 pm] |
I saw this show for the first time today. The episode I saw was some fat bitch that told her bridemaids they must be over 200lbs in order to be in her wedding. Because no one could look better than her on her wedding day. All the girls were overweight, the smallest one being 226lbs. And even at 226lbs the bride-to-be told her she's barely making it. What the fuck?! How about instead of making your friends feel like shit (the one girl's weight wouldn't even register on the scale.) (Yes she made them all stand on a scale, in front of everyone, and say their weight out loud.) you GET OFF YOUR FAT ASS AND LOSE SOME WEIGHT. Did I mention she also had a whistle on her wedding day, so that she didn't have to get up and could just whistle when she needed something. And then, after her wedding she said that it wasn't how she pictured her dream wedding. I feel bad for the dude that married that whale, and for her friends. That is all. |
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| Bored. |
[Jul. 10th, 2009|09:43 pm] |
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I need single friends who will go out with me every weekend. I'm so bored. |
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| blood, guts, Jared Padalecki and MJ |
[Jun. 26th, 2009|01:09 am] |
Soooooooooooo, Michael Jackson died.
Is it sad? Sure. Did he deserve it? No way. Do I care? Not really.
I find it ridiculous and stupid that no one cared about the man yesterday but suddenly everyone is saying how much they love him because he is dead. I bet 80% of you don't even own anything MJ recorded. And the only time you hear his songs are when the cover band at the bar you go to plays it. its annoying, so shuddup.
I watched the new Friday the 13th tonight. (I know I'm late.) I got to say I love that Redbox thing at the food store. $1 a movie?! I mean, seriously a dollar now-a-days is equivalant to the penny back in 1930. (I don't know how accurate that is, but you know what I'm sayin'!) Anyway, after i watched it I was closing my living room window, its the kind where it open/closes like a door and you have to crank the handle, I was half expecting Jason to be standing behind me when my reflection came into view in the window. Sadly, he was not there. Perhaps it is because I was not naked, having sex, nor do I have huge fake boobies. Oh well. All in all a good night. Blood, guts, sex and Jared Padalecki. I mean what more could a girl ask for? |
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| Love Letters. |
[Jun. 19th, 2009|06:39 pm] |
So the love letters from Craigslist have been flowing in. But only a few make the cut to repost. Read my post before this one to see the ad I wrote.
The first is from ATT. I named him that because he sent it from his cell phone. I now have his number as well. Which he probably doesn't realize. ::evil laugh:: Just kidding. I don't want any crazies getting my phone number.
Stay there, dont move, the nice men with the white jackets are coming, very, very soon, and will place you in a very comfortable, well-padded room. Dont move now, the noisy chatteryou hear in whats left of your mind is almost over young lady.
Next is from Brian. I el oh el'd. But I'm not sure if he is being serious...or funny.
Each and every night that you sit in the park looking up at me, I am looking at you. Wondering when the night will come that I sit by your wonderful soul and body as I can not stand seeing you every night from a distance with your hair blowing in the wind ever so slightly and the sadness that you feel when the ranger comes by and asks you to leave as the park closes. It is that day when we finally meet again that the knowing of us never being seperated and the warm of our bodies radiating up the moon as when we wake together the warmth of the sun will only give back. With that, I leave you with a kiss, I didn't send this letter yeasterday as the gentle rain hovered over you, I waited till the sun shined today to bless you. love me
The last one is just a bunch of gay metaphors that I don't feel like reposting, but I will tell you that he included photos. He is an older man. He is laying suductively on his side on a couch. He is wearing a button down shirt with the first 4 buttons undone. And his hairy chest is showing. HOT.
I love Craigslist and boredom.
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| horoscope lies. |
[Jun. 19th, 2009|01:50 pm] |
Yesterday my horoscope said I would be receiving a love letter via email. Well, its today and still nothing. Where's my fucking love letter?! So I will be accepting love letters today. You can send them to Rebecca at bexxhexx@gmail.com, the funnier the better. I think I'm going to post an ad on Craigslist as well. Just for amusement. I was on there last night and found a real gem. "If your butt was a candybar it'd be 100grand. Cause that's how much I'd pay to eait it." Oh yea, can you feel the love?
EDIT: I posted that ad. I can't wait for the replies. I'll keep you posted. Read it!
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| Apology and assholes. |
[Jun. 18th, 2009|01:16 am] |
So I want you all to know that I do try and read your journal entries, but some of them are just too fucking long and then I get bored.
I'm an asshole.
I need a new computer so I can play Sims 3. Buy me one please, thanks.
Robert Pattinson should probably leave NYC and come here and stick it in my ass. I think we would both benefit tremendously.
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| winchester's rule. |
[Jun. 17th, 2009|04:45 pm] |
Winchester boys rule! I've been watching season 1 on DVD of Supernatural for the past 2 days. It was on sale for $30. I know, be jealous. I wish Dean was a real person and would come over and sing Metalica to me. I don't even like Metalica. They blow. But Dean doesn't.
My Mr. Coffee coffee pot told me not to hold it over people with burning hot coffee in it. FUCK! There goes my plans for tonight.
How many times can I say "coffee" in one sentence? Apparently 3.
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| Random. |
[Jun. 16th, 2009|12:41 am] |
The thunder is making my bedroom shake.
Its almost 1am, and I really want a cup of coffee.
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| holla back. |
[Jun. 15th, 2009|12:15 am] |
Shush girl, and shut your lips. Do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips.
I am now in love with 3OH!3
Guy Smiley was at the bar at the beach this weekend. He loved the cougars.
Look at my new kewl sunglasses.
Fucking awesomeness.
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| ugly. |
[Jun. 13th, 2009|10:09 am] |
At a party last night and some dude's gf looked like an egg with arms and legs. Either that, or Danny DeVito.
I'm off to the beach!
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| wtf gmail? |
[Jun. 9th, 2009|10:33 pm] |
I couldn't remember my password for Gmail so I reset it. But I also never added a secondary email to the account. Which I don't see the point in that anyway, who needs two email addresses? Anyway, now I have to wait 24hrs to answer my security question to reset the password. I'm pretty pissed about this. I'm not sure as to why because its not like I get any important emails. I just hope I remember the fucking answer to the question.
Oh, and turns out the dead guy on my friends lawn wasn't so dead. Oops.
This webcam is too much fun:
I love George Lopez.
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| i love aim. |
[Jun. 8th, 2009|02:29 pm] |
FRIEND: so some black skinny fuker decided to roll up on my lawn lay down and die
ME: LOL what
FRIEND: some black guy is outside right now dead laying on my lawn
ME: Did you call someone?
ME: Send me a picture
FRIEND: lmfao why did everyone ask for a picture
ME: Lollol
ME: Are you sure he's dead?
FRIEND: looks it to me
FRIEND: they asked me if he was breathing im like dude im not going anywhere near him
FRIEND: just coem get him off my lawn
FRIEND: hes a goner man
FRIEND: still thre no signs of anyone coming.
ME: Call again! He's still laying there?
FRIEND: has not moved
FRIEND: fuk it im spraying him with the hose in a few
ME: Hahahaha
ME: Its gonna be funny if they come and you're standing there spraying a dead guy with a hose
FRIEND: i could prolly go to hell for this
ME: Hahaha
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I still haven't heard from my friend. I'm curious as what the outcome of this situation was...
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