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They call me the Hiphopopatamus

My lyrics is bottomless

12 May 1982
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"Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers... choose DIY wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit crushing game shows, stuffing junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than a embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life...
But why do I want to do a thing like that?"

"I think Definitely Maybe is a far better album. People are fucking weird... When they go in to HMV, they buy a copy of Morning Glory but dont pick up Definitely Maybe. What's that all about? You're doing that to piss me off?"
-Noel Gallagher

"I'm a pretty boy. I'm pretty good looking. I take care of me, yeah. You'll have an obession with haircuts if you're the frontman of a band."
-Liam Gallagher

"Where's the movie playing?
Uppder West Side, dude
Let's hit up Yahoo Map to find the dopest route.
I prefer MapQuest.
That's a good one too.
Google Maps is the best.
Tru dat
- The Chronic of Narnia

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