Below are the 11 most recent journal entries recorded in chasemyass' LiveJournal:

Monday, February 21st, 2005
11:51 pm	One more for the road Who would you be if you could swap places for a day? A columbian drug barron Who was your child hood hero? Jesus What's the first thing you do in the morning? open my eyes What’s the last thing you do at night? close my eyes How often do you wash your hair? Most days Would you ever have cosmetic surgery? Yes teeth job (if you get them) Which designer labels do you own? ooh many im a regular joe designer Who are your favourite writers? Sephen King and Genesis What is your favourite building? The Garage Art house or Multiplex? Art house Cats or dogs? dogs Pjs or au natural? Au natural love is.... fucking complicated What do you believe in? Alcohol and drugs If I were prime minister I would.... Invite the Queen to meet in the house of commons and then kill her What have you loved and lost? Everyone i ever loved What makes you blush? Being seen What would be the soundtrack to your life? Steve Vai - Whispering a Prayer -downtrodden life song; The Smiths - Please, Please, Please let me get what i want -euphoric life song; Chase - Losing my own way home -mission of intent; Chase - Can you hear me? What brings out the devil in you? Being alone with my mind Sum up yourself in five words. Selfish, Small, Sexy, Stammering and Alone Current Mood: confused Current Music: Kings of Leon - California Dreaming (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, August 18th, 2004
5:40 pm	The Fall of Max Payne Noone responds to my posts anymore so i hav decided never to leave another one again. chow for...ever xxx (6 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, August 11th, 2004
6:26 pm	no you dont Maybe its time for a change from the norm. This is where i would usually put in some random piece of shit about (IAAS) of something like that thinking i am kool. I am not kool. So in my abstenity i hav decided not to do that for once and simply write something else......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................i have failed. chow for now xxx (Comment on this)
Sunday, August 8th, 2004
7:35 pm	this chapter was pereviously publushed in the xxxxxxx Chapter 19: Construction of the impressions about attractiveness scale (IAAS) Physical appearance is one of the first aspects of people that we notice. Often this information is used as the basis for our initial impressions of the personality and social skills of individuals. Psychologists have begun to study the variety of these stereotypes about human appearance and the effect of said physical appearance on social outcomes. Hatfield and Sprecher's recent review of the literature on attractiveness details some of the impressions that people have about the effect of attractiveness on social outcomes. Some individuals, for example, believe that attractiveness is an indicator of intelligence. Others, however, may have no opinion what so ever. Thus, people vary in the extent to which they personally endorse stereotypes about human appearance. The Chocolate Man said to the Milky Bar Kid "If i cry the tears are only for the one time i could have ever thought about loving you." The Milky Bar Kid said in retort "When you die i am going to dig up your body and fuck your corpse." The Chocolate Man simply replyed "When i die im going to go down to the darkest pit in hell and fuck your whore of a dead mother. Bitch." The battle raged on as both lost themselves in the pain and misery that engulfs every living thing. Each crying inside as the blood stained their clothes. Penis enlargement pills dont work. Abstract: People vary in how strangly they adhere to stereotypes about human appearance. The Impressions About Attractiveness Scale (IAAS) scale, described in Chapter 19, was developed to measure several contemporary stereotypes about the assets (e.g., social skills and intelligence) and outcomes (e.g., employment opportunities) associated which physical attractiveness. Factor and multivariate analyses of the subscales on the IAAS revealed similar structures for males and females. Canonical correlations between the IAAS and other measures related to attractiveness showed that women who believe that attractive people have greater social skills also prefer to be around attractive people, while men who endorse the use of attractiveness to further oneself also indicate that they are sexually available to attractive people. The potential research uses of the Impressions About Attractiveness Scale (IAAS) are discussed. My Life = The Garage I tried to make a micro pizza today only to find my attempts thwarted by a lack of said item in the freezer. I was mildly upset to say the least: i took an aptly sized kitchen knife and headed for the children's nursery... Howdy folks i am still back from brazil and have done...oh lets see fuck all since the last post. I am too lazy, getting fat and stupid. No change. No chance. No. Chow for now yeeha Viagra doesnt work (no matter what Pele says) xxx Current Mood: Dementayy Current Music: Brand New - Me vs Maradona vs Elvis (Comment on this)
Saturday, July 31st, 2004
4:15 pm	Brazil + Me - Happy + Annoyed = Home I am home. Home: strange it doesnt feel like it. Scotland is shit. Shit is Scotland. Scotland=Shit. Shit=Scotland. So common to cry. Not worthy to die. Alone ever after still yearning to fly. Higher than my heart i just stand still wishing nothing but regret that fills my will. Brazil. Deano drove us to airport, Nicol decked it in to a pillar: was funny. Got on plane got off plane in London. Got on plane. Got off plane in Madrid. Got on plane. Got off plane in Sao Paulo. We hav no bags. Oh well. Get on bus to Curitiba. Get off bus. Find hotel (12 real) sleep get up. sleep get up. Go to gay parade fat man singing the Y.M.C.A. Eat chicken heart. Drink chopp submarino's. Sleep. Get bags. Sleep. Leave on train. Pitch tents. CLimb mountain. Sleep. CLimb waterfall. Slide down rocks, it was cold and my nipples were hard. Sleep. Leave. Go to paradise-blur. We head on via a large number of hours on a bus and go to iguacu falls, one of the 7 natural wonders of the world. Which was nice. I banter with a man named Hector. McFadgen has crow feet. McDonald is a hobbit. GO BACK TO THE SHIRE FRODO BAWBAG . Heather Gordon-i hate her. Go to pantanal, many more bus hours. It sucked. Rode horses tho and danced with attractive rep. Leave. Shaun Rhodes is a legend. Arrive. Main Treck is hard i hav to carry Heather fucking Gordons rucksack half way up a fucking mountain cos shes a wee bitch and she should fucking be a victim of a fucking Al Quada attack the little spoilt shit. Sleep. Climb mountain. Sleep. Treck back to campsite. Go out and get drunk with guides. Sleep. Head to rio. Its shit-raining, i hate everyone, i want to be in the garage. Get on bus. Get on planes. Get in car. Go to garage. I smile for a second and remember. Brazil was good that was my round up of events just for the viewing public to enjoy (always eagar to please) I brought back shit loads of boose and fags. Smoked a large amount of the fags allready tho. i think i smoke. i can no longer run as fast as i could and i choke. Live Journal seems to now be a place where people are sad. I hate. Fitter happier more productive comfortable not drinking too much regular exercise at the gym (3 times a week) getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries at ease eating wee (no more microwave dinners and saturated fats) a patient better driver a safer car (baby smiling in back seat) sleeping well (no bad dreams) no paranoia careful to all animals (never washing spiders down the plughole) keep in contact with old friends (enjoy a drink now and then) will frequently check credit at (moral) bank (hole in the wall) favours for favours fond but not in love charity standing orders on sundays ring road supermarket (no killing moths or putting boling water on the ants) car wash (also sunday) no longer afraid of the dark or midday shadows nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate nothing so childish at a better pace slower and more calculated no chance of escape now self-employed concerned (but powerless) an empowered and informed member of society (pragmatism not idealism) will not cry in public less chance of illness tyres that grip in the wet (shot of baby strapped in back seat) a good memory sill cries at a good film still kisses with sliva no longer empty and frantic like a cat tied to a stick thats driven into frozen winter shit (the ability to laugh at weakness) calm fitter, healthier and more productive a pig in a cage on antibiotics Jump out of bed as soon as you hear the alarm clock! You may also find it useful spending five minutes each morning saying to yourself:"Every day in every way i am getting better and better" Perhaps it is a good idea to start every day with the right frame of mind. Dave "Goodbye". Life "Fuck You". Dave "Ok". Life...... I will return with more highly illogical and very pessamisitc outlooks. TBC Chow for now P.S Call that a getaway, tell me what you got away with cos i've seen more spine in jellyfish, ive seen more guts in 11 year old kids. Have another drink and drive yourself home and i hope theres ice on all the roads so you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt and again when your head goes through the windshield. Is that what you call tact? Your as suttle as a brick in the small of my back. So lets end this call, and end this conversation...I can't let you let me down again. I can't let you get away with it. xxx Current Mood: complacent Current Music: Radiohead - Let Down (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, June 20th, 2004
4:07 pm	harman/kardon I need a hit, wanna hate, fuck it all. Come. My love, each of me, keep your teeth. Run. You love me, cause me, you thought me of me. Whip back what we do...stupid fool. You wanna get boned, you wanna get stoned, you wanna get a room like noone else. You wanna be rich, you wanna be kissed, you wanna be the bastard of yourself. You wanna get burned, you wanna get turned, you wanna get fucked inside out. You wanna be ruled, you wanna be fooled, you wanna be loved without giving out. You need help, free cell, living twice without yourself. Wasted time, no time, need time. Hope. Hope fades, get laid, just go on. See myself in you to much. I hate you. You hate me. The world has ended in an instant. The moment passed and all is forgotten: i still care. Party was not bad. Got pretty wasted. Many names for drunk there are but i choose that one. Was chatting to Alex on the stairs and she said she was worried about me cos i leave depressing posts on my live journal. You'll love this one then. Nice to know that she cares tho. I am a legend...no really. Raul: what a name. Nells was jo fucked n all. Hilarious. Stu bell was on top form givin it a bit of banter the next day n all being quite hideously fucked still when we woke up. Big C was funny n all. 5 pulls, 3 kisses, so it has been said. Carol Dobson was there. Jesus Christ she is hot and i would like to touch her in the naughty places. Laura Thomson was also there which was nice cos she is one of my favorite people even tho i dont see her much. Shes nice. Ross-you never move. I was unfortunatly reminded of new year by Andy Carr doing the vomiting thing on my couch. Which was nice. The bhoys were fuckin funny-enough said. Meickle is a dirty. She loved it. My cock is sore. I'm a dick. Good night i think. Fun was had by all. Meaty stains going on in the front room mind you. Pity about the baw bags who turned up but at least they didnt cause any hassle and were sound enough i suppose. I shall not be having a big party again for at least a month. I leave this life behind for one month away to a place where i shall be forced to think a lot instead of dull my senses and destroy my body from the inside out. Fuck. I am the creator of all my own disasterous tendencies: a juxtaposition on the soul of the good. Fail to begin. Begin to fail. Why did moses cross the red sea??? I keep standing on snails accidently so i now think that im going to die in Brazil. If i do, goodbye and i love you (all apart from Butch) Chow for now xxx Current Mood: all knowing Current Music: Damien Rice - Older Chests (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, June 18th, 2004
9:43 pm	racecar is racecar back wards were all born alone and belive me you'll die alone Partocalypse tomorrow night, in the name of christ i hope it goes ok. Hopefully getting wasted: getting fucking Mauled. Ramshanked. Fucked. Rat arsed. Bladdered. Blootered. Pissed. Wombled. Steaming. Mashed. Steam boatin. Friar fucked. Out of it. Bagered. Bogered. Bongoed. Spongoed. Mongoed. Swallied......Drunk & Stoned. Shall be grand chaps will hopefully see u there cos i cant see any of u now obviously (bad joke). I cut my own hair and i fry my own toenail. Waiting for something but not knowing anything, exept knowing nothing is all that i know. Standing small we all seem to need the help of someone else to fix ourselves and hold our hand through the vally of death and over the hill to more of the same. So what am i to you but a lonely life lost in translation of my incapability to express my incapabilities. Lord can you hear me now or am i still alone. I am always alone x Current Mood: Elastic Spastic Current Music: Damien Rice - I Remember (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, June 14th, 2004
8:39 pm	Tears of a Clown The girls fit, definetly not maybe, shes rude i'd shag her and matey Big C.Rogers himself is apparently after the crew. What a dick. I would say more but really what else can i say about a 19 year old shagging a 14 year old ,who drives a car that sounds like a sparkler up a ducks anal passage and rages when his bird talks to other guys. What a dick. Sting the £10 on the door idea its every booser for themself on saturday. Bit worried about the excessive numbers but ah well what u gonna do but im gonna make sure its only the "cunts" on the list who get in. Sorry to all you randoms hoping to rob me. I leave this place for Brazil next Tuesday hoping only to find monkeys and trees and perhaps a sharp heavy object to bludgen McFadgen to death!! Only joking. (Tho i mean he is ginger) I gave me away, i could have walked off the evening, but i lonelily walked off the edge of myself, i came home but not for the memories i lay in a hole wasting time got forgiveness. Now your leaving home, twice now its harmless but three times you caught me ending myself, its alone but its here right beside me the worlds not happy with you in its eye. In a way i lost all i belived in, i've never found myself so alone. Then you let me down. Try to forgive. Try to forget. Heavy Yaldie......chowxxx Current Mood: quixotic Current Music: Damien Rice - Delicate (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, June 8th, 2004
11:21 pm	cheese (not really) lovin is good if your dicks made of wood and a dick left inside's only half understood, what makes her come, what makes her stay, what makes the animal run, run away, what makes him stalk, what makes him stand, what makes an elephant shake in the sand and what makes a man i dunno...i dunno...i dunno....you anymore. For my party im getting a keg, 5 crates and 5 spirits too. £10 at the door for all u can drink + smoke ill also get 3oz shall be a good nite if all goes to plan: when does it ever u say, well hopefully that nite. My maw hen is away floating down a river on a big rubber thing (no big ian isnt gonna be there) i will hav fun and get stoned and drunk out of my mind. Also get a gram of charlie You wanna buy any cocaine, am i paranoid, yes your paranoid. I'm lonely. Tryin to get fired in to this bird with the complete disasterous of results, the old love-life isnt going to well at the moment: or even at all. Soon to be away in Brazil for a month so hopefully i can sort myself out when i have some time to sit in a corner and think about what i've done, or even what ive not done. Which is worse...what you've done or what you've not? i know i'm wrong cos she's definetly gone & la fille danse chow for now xxx (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, June 7th, 2004
5:28 pm	no. 2 event it says well event this bitch! Was drunk again some day again, got fucked again twice times again, if only i was to live forever id drink everyday. Truer words were never spoken i tell u in the history of myself: i am becomer of death, creator of all. chow (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, June 2nd, 2004
12:53 am	hello hello it says event but there has been no event so recent as to call an event as such but as this is my first post i will not say much but hello (1 Comment |Comment on this)