BLANKET STATEMENTS:

I'm not going to kill anyone
I'm going to kiss Kate
I'm in love with Kate's smile
I'm in hate with death
I wear clothing
I don't wear dresses
I like when I eat at Mex. restaurants
I dislike when Mex. restaurants eat me
I miss my sister
I'm glad I'm away from Philly
I'm appalled by Public displays of affection
I'm impressed by PRIVATE displays of affection..

This shit I was saying earlier was pretty redundant, I'm sorry CAYLIE my friend, it won't happen again. And MARCUS please don't hold it against me that I said that because frankly, you know I'd say it again!!!! IF YOU HOLD IT AGAINST ME YOU WILL REGRET IT MY MAN, YOU WILL REGRET IT!! Back to the laboratory. So how's it hanging critters? Hmm.. I realize I've been out of the loop for a W H I L E now and I think I'll just revert to writing for ME. Hmm.. what else. Since I haven't updated, let me clue everyone in on the latest.

Kate called me about a week ago. She was in town. Now she's staying at my place. Till.... an undefined point in time. I love you, Kate.  You're my best friend.
Kate is actually looking over my shoulder while I type this. She is giving me a shoulder rub, and ow, now she is swatting my head with her s prettya little a hand a.snd.kj eshe s tahityopiagnkjg with amher.a

She was typing just then, sorry.
Kate read the things I wrote about her earlier, she was not upset. We had a heart-to-heart. Nor does she care that I'm sharing this information with the xangaworld. Do you want to know why? (this question is directed at my.. ohh.. say 2-3 religious readers.) It's because she's an angel. We've overcome all the serious issues we've been through together.

I hate to say it this way, but I think it's a good thing we both bailed on eachother when things got tough. It would have been extremely F-ed up if we got together as a RESULT of the hard things happening. That's fake shit, and it isn't based on reality. The fact that we're connecting NOW, having already recovered and dealt with the greivances on our own and having already gotten out of that vulnerable-lonely stage, we can be together for REAL.

Kate, you're the best.
And if you all haven't already figured it out... yes. We're officially together now, and there's no regrets or remorse. But I do still think girls with "substance" are sexy. Even if Kate hasljhda anow hlsdnaubat snd.

Even if Kate has no substance*.

[update]
hey everyone, this is kate. ian is a stupid dick. but i really do care about him. if any of you have "judged me" based on the shit ian said earlier... feel free. i was out of line, and he's being far too kind in saying what i did was okay. just because we're together for the "right reasons" now doesn't mean anything: we've always been "right" for one another, even if we'd gotten together then, it would have just been hard circumstances. the going got tough and instead of being there for him, i left. that's unforgivable. but for any of you, his virtual-friends who have judged me... i'm not bad. i'm a loveable person. and i really love ian.
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Mornin ladies. I decided to wake up [see 1:30 pm] and actually get out of bed. No, I don't really have much to say right now... plans for today: NOTHING. I might go see Passion of the Christ today (no, I'm not Christian, the movie seems interesting though), I'll update how it was if I go.

What's new with everyone lately? I've lost touch with Xanga, fill me in guys...

Hello ladies... I've returned after a long absence to inform you all, disappointed and the such, that I'm no longer available. I've been taken by the rapture known as love and I'm deeply in it...

--Sike.

Had some of you ladies going, didn't I. You were disappointed and hurt and resigned because you all want me so badly. Well you can still have me, so long as you fit the criterion of sexy, cute and more importantly, possess a SUBSTANCE of mentality. (see my prev. entries if you're confused)

Alright then... so what have I been up to... well last Tuesday (February 24, 2004 to be exact) was the 1 year anniversary of my baby sister, Jen's death. Last year was insanely hard for all of us, Mom, Kate and myself. (Kate, if you don't know the story, was my best friend and became like-a-sister to Jen, and lived with us for a while. I never see her now...) So last weekend I went up to NY to be with Mom for a bit and visit Jen's grave. Kate never showed up. It was an emotional experience definately. A fucking sickening one. It brought back too many memories, and I don't even wanna think about that shit now.

Jen was the best sister in the whole fucking world, call be soft if you want to, I don't give a shit. That girl was precious... and I still can't get over the fact that I have to use past tense about her dammit. Whatever...

EH!. So what had I been saying prior to the emo-switch up ? Oh, right. What else I've been up to. Well, yesterday was Friday @ Vitality (the club for those of you out of state)... I wasn't planning on going but I guess I needed a night out or some shit, so I went. RICK got drunk off his ass and started dancing with one of the ugliest girls I've seen in ages. Normally I hesitate to call a girl ugly like that, it's a harsh word, and most women are beautiful. But the girl was a bitch too. I smiled and said hello to the girl and she goes "Don't talk to me bitch, I'm with your FRIEND, not with YOU. Yeah, fuck you." My mouth went "O" and I was so surprised. WTF is this ugly chick thinking, you know? EH. Whatever. I got freakyfreaky with some very attractive ladies, and ended up getting a few numbers but they were more not-so-relationshipish, not wow, I wan't to be with you types. Again, whatever...

Conclusively, my life is made up of whatevers. Girls, PLEASE. Get some substance. And apply to be mine.

Happy new year my LOYAL fans (as limited in numbers as you may be!) I decided to fill this out, I found it on this woman-- Jet something or the other's page -- just kidding Ma'am, you have substance...

I am attractive
I want substance in addition to tits
I have a penis, a large one
I wish that I could remember my dreams after being high
I hate cancer...
I miss my best friend Kate (kisses m'lady)
I fear spiders, the concept that a transvestite might come onto me, a potential ban on pornography & wool underwear (it exists, I swear).
I hear Blondie crooning about her Heart of Glass
I search for substance
I wonder where Baby Oil comes from
I regret never kissing Kate
I love masturbating
I ache in my head
I always think about sex
I am not fake, I am brutally honest and will put up a "front" for no one
I dance like a wildman after a few Coronas
I sing in the shower
I cry when I'm called at 4 am to hear that my sister was killed
I am not always happy
I write to release anger, stress, emotion and joy-- and to hopefully attract the write one for me !
I win even when I lose
I lose sometimes even when I win
I confuse winning with losing
I need ... L O V E ...
I should change my name to SHAKESPEARE, aye "xnique" ?