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Monday, June 13, 2005
It looks like Michael Jackson is NOT GUILTY for ANYTHING....
I'm so glad I don't have kids. This world is fucked......
shooting your wife in front of a restaurant and getting away with it? Outrageous
getting away with almost completely severing your wifes head from her body and
killing her boyfriend?? Yeah, she was a dumb blonde, but that doesn't
make it ok.
But molesting children, different children over and over again??????
wtf!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I wish he would just kill himself and get it over with. Hopefully he'll
get gangrene in his nose and his head will fall off.
Wednesday, June 8, 2005
Customs Lets Man In U.S., But Takes Bloody Chainsaw, Sword
Man Suspected After Grisly Death Scene Found
POSTED: 12:24 pm EDT June 7, 2005
BOSTON -- On the morning of April 25, Gregory Despres hitchhiked to the Canadian border crossing at Calais, Maine, carrying a homemade sword, a hatchet, a knife, brass knuckles and a chain saw stained by what appeared to be blood.
Customs officials confiscated the cache of weapons and fingerprinted Despres, but allowed him to enter the United States -- not knowing the gruesome scene about to unfold in the hitchhiker's hometown.
The following day, in the village of Minto, New Brunswick, the decapitated body of a well-known country musician named Frederick Fulton was discovered on his kitchen floor. Police found the 74-year-old man's head in a pillow case under a kitchen table and the body of his common-law wife, Veronica Decarie, stabbed to death in a bedroom.
A history of violence between Despres and his neighbors immediately made him a suspect in the murders, and the 22-year-old was arrested April 27 after police in Massachusetts saw him wandering down a highway, wearing a sweatshirt with red and brown stains.
While authorities on the Canadian side of the border await his return, a question for customs officials lingers: At a time when the U.S. is tightening its borders, how could a man toting a bloody chain saw be allowed to enter the country?
Anthony said Despres was questioned for two hours before he was released. In the interim, he added, customs agents employed "every conceivable method" to check for warrants or see if Despres broke any laws in trying to re-enter the country.
"Nobody asked us to detain him," Anthony said. "Being bizarre is not a reason to keep somebody out of this country or lock them up... We are governed by laws and regulations, and he did not violate any regulations."
Anthony conceded it "sounds stupid" that a man wielding a bloody chain saw couldn't be detained.
"Our people don't have a crime lab up there," he added. "They can't look at a chain saw and decide if it's blood or rust or red paint."
On the same day he crossed the border, Despres was due in a New Brunswick court to be sentenced on charges he assaulted and threatened to kill Fulton's son-in-law, Frederick Mowat, in August 2004.
Mowat told police Despres had been bothering his father-in-law for the past month. When Mowat confronted him, Despres allegedly pulled out a knife, pointed it at Mowat's chest and said he was "going to get you all."
Police believe the dispute between the neighbors boiled over in the early-morning hours of April 24, when Despres allegedly broke into Fulton and Decarie's home and stabbed them in their bedroom. Fulton tried to escape, but police say Despres caught up with him on the porch, dragged him into the kitchen and killed him.
Fulton's daughter found her father's body two days later. His car was later found in a gravel pit on a highway leading to the U.S. border.
After the bodies were found on the afternoon of April 26, police set up roadblocks and sent out a bulletin that identified Despres as a "person of interest" in the slayings, said Sgt. Gary Cameron of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police.
The bulletin caught the eye of Quincy police dispatcher Carol Flynn because it gave the suspect's Massachusetts driver's license number, missing a character.
Flynn plugged in numbers and letters until she found a last known address for Despres in Mattapoisett. She alerted police in that town, and they dispatched an officer who quickly spotted Despres walking down Route 6. He was arrested on a fugitive warrant from Canada.
"I guess (Despres) didn't give answers the officer liked, so they checked and - lo and behold - it was the guy they were looking for (in Canada)," said Quincy Police Chief Robert Crowley.
In court the next day, Despres reportedly told a judge that he is affiliated with NASA and was on his way to a Marine Corps base in Kansas at the time of his arrest.
After the case was transferred to a Boston federal court for extradition proceedings, Despres' attorney, Michael Andrews, questioned whether his client is mentally fit to cooperate with his defense.
Andrews said it's unclear whether his client plans to fight his extradition.
"We haven't gotten to that point yet," he said. "I can't tell you exactly what's going to happen."
In the meantime, the shock of the killings hasn't worn off yet for many residents of Minto, a village of 2,700 about 28 miles east of New Brunswick's provincial capital city. Fulton's friends told the New Brunswick Telegraph-Journal that he was a popular musician, a guitarist known as the "Chet Atkins of Minto" and a 2001 inductee in the Minto Country Music Wall of Fame.
"It's a small, tight-knit community, and everybody knows each other," Cameron said. "That's what makes this so hard."
Tuesday, June 7, 2005
The Total Package: The Secret History and Hidden Meanings of Boxes, Bottles, Cans, and Other Persuasive Containers
The first few chapters of this book were really fascinating. He explains how we are manipulated into buying products, and he goes on to explain how things came to be packaged, and why they are packaged the way they are, how valuable supermarket shelf space is, and how other things were invented. (The paper bag, the shopping cart, the
He moves on to more mundane details, but stuff that is still interesting.
But by the end I was bored out of my skull. So something really exciting and informative COULD have happend in the last twenty pages. I guess we will never know.
Monday, June 6, 2005
I forgot what it was like to get something in the mail I hadn't paid someone to send me. Especially when it's a free cd. <3Thanks Jack <3
I bought ice cream today, and I put it in my purse and thought to myself, that's not a good place for it. You're going to forget it and it's going
to melt all over everything. Then I thought, but you're only crossing two streets back to your house. How could you possibly forget that fast? Hours later as I'm looking for my atm card and id (which I forgot at the corner store) I run across my tollhouse cookie ice cream......The worst part is, it wasn't even for me. I don't even like ice cream. Much less yucky cookie dough ice cream. Cookie dough in ice cream is just wrong.
Lydia, Jesse and I bought three of the last six tickets. I would have bought the rest, but I didn't bring my credit card. So unfortunately, we had to leave some friends behind. Survival of the fittest (or the fastest).
Before we leave Jesse goes to pull money out of the bank. He balance is $666.66
When we finally got there to the Filmore, there were scalpers trying to BUY tickets. Never a good sign when you need tickets. The only tickets we could find were $100 each (versus $30 we paid) So we had to leave our favorite, cutest, coolest couple in San Fancisco (Alex and Vivek) outside the club. Which sucked, because we were having a great time with those two, and they walked all the way down there with us in the cold and crazy windy night. But we did get to eat some great, tasty cheap german food with them, so it wasn't a total loss. And we'll spend plenty of time with them in India for their weddng.
The show was great. The first band had this hot chick with an amazing voice and I wanted to jump on stage and rip her dress off. (actually I would have very carefully taken it off because I wanted her dress, not to see her naked) and their music was interesting, but we didn't get the cd because no one felt like standing in line. Ficherspooner was fantastic of course. They had two girls who did back up singing, and they were dressed in these white costumes with wings, but they were mostly on stage to dance and be eye candy. But what's wrong with that? The rest of the band was dressed like the baseball players in Clockwork Orange. The lead singer was nuts and was crowd surfing while singing and at the end was actually standing up and surfing the crowd that way. It was insane. The female lead singer (not one of the eye candy girls) and the drummer were crowd surfing too.
The only other interesting thing was that we got a flat tire. Luckily Jesse was only driving 100 miles and hour in the fast lane, and the tire was only completely torn apart with gaping holes and strips missing. I think we might have hit that monster that tears apart the wings on the plane in the Twilight Zone movie. That tire looked like it got mawled by ten pit bulls. Or a goose.
He actually just pulled over to the side really quick without killing us so I have a new trust in him. He drives super fast, and changes lanes incessantly, can't stand to be behind anyone and I always think he's going to kill us by A. Blowing a tire and losing control. Or B. Getting hit or hitting someone else. So now I feel fifty percent safer. The next exit had a Honda dealership, so Lydia and I enjoyed some tasty malt beverages while it was fixed. We actually thought about getting some 40's and reliving our youth, but realized we can't drink that much beer anymore.
When I was at the Filmore to see Beulah, Dios was one of the opening bands and I love them. But be forewarned, they are Lakers fans. Fucking idiots. Just kidding. My team this year is the San Antonio Spurs (because they're going to win whatever the final game thing is called) and I'm also a republican until that ass shat is out of office. What can I say? I'm sick of voting for the underdog and being on the losing team.
Thursday, May 26, 2005
LA thinks that he saw an alien peek into his room when he was little. He really believes this.
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
I walk to and from work every day. In the morning I cut through the alley, but on my way home I just keep going until I get to my street. Don't ask me why I do it this way, but that is my routine every day.
On my way home I pass a home that is on two lots. On one is an antique furniture store that I have never seen open, and on the other lot is a house. On the house side they have a goose. And every day as I walk past the house the goose starts honking like crazy and follows me along the fence. But it won't look at me. It tilts its head up and looks at me out of the corner of his eye. No matter what kind of mood I'm in, no matter how tired, or hot or cold, the fact that this goose acts like a pitbull always makes me laugh. So I named it Duck Duck.
But lately the goose is ignoring me. I walk by without even a rustle from him. He won't even look at me out of the corner of his eye. Did I offend him by calling him a duck? Am I no longer threatening? Does he want to be my friend?? I don't care!! I'm going to start throwing rocks at him.
He no longer makes me smile.
Thursday, May 12, 2005
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
My first love. Still frust-
rates the fuck out of me and
takes up too much room
Stay with me tonight
At least til I fall asleep
Secure in your arms.
Current mood:  anxious Current music: so sickof all my cds
Tuesday, February 18, 2003
5:17PM
Scooped you out and ate you up
Left you empty, raw and used
Tortured all the good I found
Left you weeping sore and bruised
Nasty little phone calls
That tickled in your ear
I dug out your darkest secrets
I bathed in your deepest fears
Brought them to the surface
Showed them to the light
Scraped beneath your soft white skin
Ripped flesh to shreds all night
I took it all and left you empty
Shattered you and left you broken
Lying in an empty room
With all the monsters I had woken
Wednesday, February 12, 2003
I wish I knew what to say
to take your pain away
but I've grown to know
Your pain is all you own
hold on to it tight
if it makes you feel alright
don't let the sunlight in
if all you want is night
cuddle up with your charms
if you think they'll save you from harm
hold on to them tight
if it makes you feel alright
wallow deep in misery
if that's how you want to be
nothing i do semms to help
I can't save you from yourself
hold onto the past
if you think you can make it last
I gave you all I had
and youre still feeling bad
hold on to the hurt
if thats all that works
Current mood:  angry
Friday, February 7, 2003
9:32AM
too much but not enough
Wednesday, February 5, 2003
j995566: hi
emolee43: what
emolee43: what do you want
emolee43: fuck
emolee43: say something interesting
emolee43: HI
emolee43: HI
emolee43: what are you retarded
emolee43: were YoU BORN WITH NO PERSONALITY OR DID YOU LOSE IT TO CONSTANT DRUG USE?
emolee43: not so interested now
Friday, January 10, 2003
10:12AM
fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
my entry yesterday is LOST and I liked it
fuck fuck fuck
Tuesday, December 31, 2002
this is a cool journal about by a girl that works in a video store that rents porn
Sunday, November 3, 2002
Whats up baby
I got in at about 9pm last nýght and slept ok. Turkey fuckin rules. The town I am in (marmaris) is a resort town and is so beutiful. The tourist season is over though so its pretty empty but I thýnk its better that way. The air has sweet yet slightly smell to it and is how I kinda thought it would be. The hotel is supposidly 5 star but I dont know who they are trying to fool. The bed is two matresses on the floor with no frame. I guess its how they do it here though. The room is pretty cozy actually and I have a real nýce view of the sunrise in the mornýng. I went jogging as soon as it came up. After sittýng on the airplanes for so long I went kinda crazy cause I never jog. We were met by a turkish naval officer at the hotel when we got in and him and just about everyone else here is about as friendly as you could want. We all thought that our president sucked ass which was funny. The people are actually hella chill. The national pastime is sitting at an outside store or cafe and smoking cigarettes only to be inturupted wýth tea or coffee. That is all you pretty much see people do. We start work at 9 and will be off at about 3. How chill is that???!!!!! I gotta slpit cause I,m at a internet cafe and they want to use my computer for something. plus, I,m tryýng to type english on a Turkish keyboard. I,ll try to call you later but as yet me or the hotel staff have not figured out how to dial the Unýted States (swear to god). I love you baby and I said it before travelýng is no fun unless you have somebody to share it wýth. I wish it was you.
Love forever (even when we are arguing)
your lover and world traveler Andre
Thursday, October 31, 2002
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