Take the chair and share your feelings/views/opinions about the org/orgers.





"I wish 2the9s would stop drinking all the milk, only yesterday I went to the fridge and again he's drained all the milk bottles and left the empty ones in the fridge. If he keeps doing that I'm walking, I'm telling you, I'm packing up my poncho and walking."


"Yesterday Enigmoid tried to convince me that he was a psychic nun in a former life, I'm not having it. He must think I dont know where he keeps his stash of farmyard animals in lurid positions videos."

You can kill the ego, you can kill the pride, you can kill the want, the desire of a human being. You can lock him in a cell and you can knock his teeth out and smash his brain, but you cannot kill the soul. You never could kill the soul. It's always there, the beginning and the end. You cannot stop it. It's bigger than me.

"I have a confession to make. The other day when I went to the fridge to have a glass of milk I spilled a gallon of it all over the floor. I didn't want my roomates to think I was uncaring, so I used Lleena's poncho to mop it all up.

Hers is a very porous poncho and the milk just soaked into it like nobody's business. It works better if you tie it to the end of a stick and just sort of slosh it around in the puddle of milk. I rung it out a couple of times, and then just let it dry out in the sun next to the garbage can.

I saw a cat pee on it before I could shoo the cat away. I was going to tell Lleena, really I was, but before I got a chance she came prancing in as she does, wrapped the filthy garment around her, and went to work.

What an ass."

As a newbie I'm finding it a bit difficult fitting in here. I was directed to The Org by a small, long forgotten pop star from the 80s who told me that this was the place to be. But I have to say that it's a very cliquey kind of place and not very welcoming. Sad to say that I think I may end up deleting my account.

I've had a really rubbish day today

Huey has been polishing his wand like nobodies business in the middle of the living room,It just embarrassing i don't know where to look

isten is being a freak he has this weird chant thing going on "serenity now.... please help me, Senenity now....please god help me" i mean what the fuck

Muse is trashing the fridge and slapped me for drinking coke , i thought i saw her write pepsi rules in byrons blood

and electrostar killed himself today he beat me to it damn him.

i just feel sad.

SammiJ said:

Why?

littlemissg said:

i'd prefer not 2 really say
but i am sad

(b4 i get flamed by anyone for even posting the fact that i am sad and not disclosing why, it's a diary thread, so i post what i feel like)

dear diary:

i wonder what the future will be like for me. if i let out a fart nice and slow will anyone notice? , things to ponder...so many....

brownsugar said:

Yes, I speak from experience.

Dear Diary

Today I worked in my garden and thought of him.
The tears fell and killed all the flowers in my garden of love.

I going to plant pumpkins instead. My love looks like a jack-o-latern, and I'll have fun in October smashing his head.

dear diary:

i'd really like a juicy cheesburger right now. then i can waddle back to the org 'till i'm bored 'cause its sunday and nobody is here so i can drift off in a long lazy nap....

dear diary: please have prince do something soon.

dear diary...

faith, spirits, whatever it is that's out there...please make him better

SammiJ said:

Sending it to Jesus for you

"Dear Diary, was brownsugar just in here? The room smells a little...gaseous. "

2the9s said:

for you my sweet love

"dear diary - remember to get 9s some lactaid tablets... either that or keep him away from the milk "

he who smelt it - dealt it!

littlemissg said:

thanks...

IrresistibleB1tch said:

Dear diary. I think Muse stole my coke. Thank god I have another bottle somewhere.
The guys on Yahoo are making me drink and take my clothes off in front of the webcam. The all want to see my hairy chest.

dear diary... i must remember to send out that new book
"how to stay calm cool and collected in the midst of an earthquake" to all the invaders




oh, and make a note not to click on heavenly's "veiw my webcam" anymore

dear diary ...

i watched many plump people consume plates of food with slabs of pig flesh they call ham today

it was hot and humid and just so gross to see so many humans eat so much food when they were so overweight

then a touch of guilt crept in...like i was standing on the church grass judging others... was i judging

i didnt mean to be judging but i could not help but notice as they sat sweating and stuffing their faces that they seemed somewhat unhappy...about what i was not sure

why do we as a group of people eat to much ... drink to much
choose to over indulge and then some complain about the after effects of their choices

fot the sake of fellowship ... or social gatherings

then on the drive home i wondered ... ( to be continued on my own thread ... )

2the9s said:

hahahahahah

While at work today somebody asked me why my poncho smelled of milk, as I had a cold, I couldn't smell anything. Anyhow, I took it off and and holding it close to my nose I got a distinct waft of milk. strange I thought, it must be my new fabric conditioner.

I've just finished reading one of 2the9s new books, and I've torn a page out at the end and lined the Org Gerbil's cage with it. In the morning said page should be covered in Gerbil droppings, I will then place the page back into the book and put it back in his room.

Must remember to buy blue food colouring to pour into his bottle of shampoo.

Anotherlovertoo asked if I would accompany her when she goes to have her nipple pierced. I've said yes, I will go and hold her hand but I'm not holding her nipple.

p.s I think Cloudbuster is trying to tell me something. Everytime I answer my phone and his number comes up, I say "hello, Cloudy is that you?" he says "yes" and then hangs up. It's happened six times today already.

Dear Diary, today I unwittingly put blue food coloring in my hair. I don't know how that happened but rest assured a very stern letter will be sent to theshampoo manufacturers.

But it didn't turn out so bad afterall. As I was walking to work, someone approached me about joining a punk band. I agreed and am now touring the world as lead singer of the new punk sensation "Bring Home the bacon."

We stomp milk-smelly people. That's our motto.