| see right through me |
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[i AM NOT fred durst. read the little things on every entry called a disclaimer. i am fake, not real, a fraud. i don't know fred or limpbizkit or anyone who's associated with them at all. i'm just another fucked up fan without a name playing in a game where i imitate someone who's shit i like for my own sad entertainment. that's all you need to know. are you still reading this? are you slow? find something else.]
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| three strikes |
[17 Jan 2005|11:28pm] |
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i'm at 9 weeks. i don't know why i keep coming back. give me ideas
we're still in the middle of the hills doing jack shit for this record. people keep saying we're coming out with a greatest hits. doesn't that usually mean career death? people are fucking wishing that on it, but no motherfuckers, it's not coming about, we're doing this the right way
we're fighting like never before, and that's saying something. we all have the same interests at heart, doing this album the right way, but we're all men locked in a box trying not to step on each other's toes and after a while it gets out of hand and we have to open the top up for some air
we haven't killed each other yet, but i'll probably be the first to die if that happens
why didn't any of you override me?
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[09 Nov 2004|10:28pm] |
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i'm grizzly adams'ing it up in the mountains with the band.
i kid you not, we settled up in the mountains somewhere and we're getting a lot done with the album. i'm sure we'll write songs about living off the land and chopping wood to build cabins or else i'm kidding this time. but there isn't shit out here, we're in about the middle of no where and i like it like that. you can read more about it on the limp bizkit website, i laugh too hard at myself to type it all out here.
i think since we need electricity and shit for the studio that we aren't living completely like those of the great amish faith but i'd say our lives are something like that. we will probably somehow die from getting lost blair witch project style up here, and no one will care much since we're limp bizkit and haters of us have been praying for something like that
if we do die, i hope someone does eventually find our bodies. even though i'm probably somewhat unrecognizable right now. i didn't bother bringing any kind of shit to shave with because we're in the mountains and when you're a man, it's kind of an unsaid rule that you're not allowed to shave. i have gray in my beard and i'm like thirty something, that should be sad, i won't even mention the baldness but anyway, check my new three icons for more
nicole told me she thought i shouldn't shave because she thought it was sexy and that when limp bizkit first came out she thought we were hawt. she needs her head checked but i like her, i haven't talked to her in so long before tonight. i'm dumping the rest of limp bizkit to start fresh after today so paris can form a group with me called hard cookie. she came up with that.
i won't let her sing though, i promise. she can just dance and be tied to trees or stand there and pose while i scream into the microphone. i see the records selling already. i have to go hunt things, late.
also: impure paris: EVERYONE ON ME IS REAL YOU DOUCHE
we know, paris
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| i never use subject lines anymore |
[22 Oct 2004|03:12pm] |
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we made a decision to pack up and go north to record the rest of our album because los angeles and new york, they're both just too comfortable and we're stuck in some kind of uncreative loop that we just can't move out of if we were to stay here. we're shooting to finish before christmas but shit doesn't look promising unless we have some great turn around in the next week. not that the album will be released by then, but we'd like to get it finished before next year so that it can be released sooner.
i don't know, it makes sense to us and whatever gets the job done. we've already picked where we're going but we're keeping it secret. i'd be happy going anywhere, even alaska if that would help solve our block
i have nothing else to say, have nothing else to say, nothing else to say, else to say, to say, say. late.
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last night was maybe the best of my life, even if i couldn't stick around for a second round or whatever comes next. yeah, this is slightly cryptic if reading between lines is too hard for you, but hi paris, check your phone sex text messages, i've left you a couple twenty.
i don't know why anyone pays attention to me, i come ever twenty weeks or so and have nothing of importance to bring anyone and all my comments to people suck grandly, i shouldn't even have anyone who's friended me back, but thank you for whoever actually does, i added some people
everyone is talking about voting, vote or die and all that shit. i think by now almost everyone has some idea on who they're voting for. unlike a lot of people, i have respect for bush. i have respect for anyone who has the balls to run this country, even when they fuck up. so i'm not going to put a whole lot of hate against him but he's not getting my vote and i'll be really shocked if the guy gets a second chance, don't let that happen
so, i have a question for anyone, give me some ideas. what song should limp bizkit cover? we're going through some, trying to decide if we should do one for this record or have it be all our own, and we have it in between a few ideas but we're looking for more. i'd make this as a poll but i'd need a paid account and i have no life nor much money
i've been leaving my house lately, this icon is from the TEAM AMERICA movie premiere that i went too. you know, the animated thing from the creators of south park, i don't know who's even paid attention to the trailers but go see it, it's funny as hell. i brought my camera because i take it everywhere with me, i have stacks of movies i've made myself of everywhere i've gone. i want to be able to flash my life before my eyes as much as i want before i'm actually forced to, so it's all good. besides that i've just been going around with paris and a couple other people trying to have some kind of a life going on and let the cameras know that if no one else loves me at least paris sort of likes me
i have nothing else to say, i'm starving and there's nothing but a can of peaches around here. who would buy peaches? who eats peaches at my age?
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[28 Sep 2004|11:46am] |
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i like how i google my name in images to find some sources for new icons and i get pictures of myself scattered through random guys and every ex girlfriend fling thing i've ever had in my life. especially the one that just got married and swears we never dated. i also get like fred flintstone pictures, i would like to think it's because my name is fred but i think i might bare some resmblence
i practically live in the studio and besides getting out once in a while to be a guest at openings or whatever i go to and chasing around paris hilton, that's just about my whole life
which means my life is great
although i think i should move. i'm getting people coming by every night yelling my name and honking their horns but by the time i crawl out of bed, they're gone. oh well, i hope this means i get my house toliet papers come halloween
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| r-e-s-p-e-c-t |
[15 Sep 2004|10:59am] |
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the limp bizkit website is constantly updated, if you go there now, there are a series of about seven or eight pictures of us in the studio working on the new album. i'm wearing a green t-shirt and we all look about as frustrated as we really are, but somehow it's easier than writing the last album because we had the whole shit with finding the new guitarest and then figuring out how he fit in the band.
if you didn't read that paragraph just now, then read this sentence, go to the website and look at them
when i'm not spending my life screaming into pillows and lying on the studio room floor, i hang out with paris hilton. she's like my best friend, you should know that by now. i stop her in her car when the paparazzi is around so they know that no matter what guy she's making out with in front of cameras, she will always be my best friend. even if she marries in vegas and doesn't invite me, it's all the same
hi tara reid, when are we hanging out? i'm with your best friends all the time and i haven't seen pictures of you and i together since like two years ago, i'm better for you than some gay black men to date.
and whenever i'm not around the hiltons i'm in the gym. i know that's hard to believe but seriously, have you not paid attention to recent pictures of me? man i get no respect.
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| come together |
[17 Aug 2004|10:30am] |
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i joke about my career or not having one, but it's all talk. we are actually going places, we're just going slow.
i don't know who keeps up and who doesn't, but wes is back with us. we were quiet about it, but things leaked out and i had to go on the site and just ok the truth and leave it at that. shit happens, fights had are well enough over, shit's been forgotten and it's almost like he never left. we had a good time with mike, but he's just not wes, man. no regrets. we do what's best for the group and if people don't understand that shit, then they need to find the door. the last album rocked and this next one will be even better. we're working hard, writing and rewriting hard, and playing even fucking harder. we're taking our time and if we want to push album release back six or seven times, we'll do it if we think the shit is for the best.
i'm not really doing much else but work on the album. i go here and there, we run the hate campaign, i watch shit from the inside, and i keep to myself. it might be like that until we finish this thing. it's good to cut yourself off from all the drama and the haters for a while and just focus on what's real, and what's raw. we're putting everything into this album that we've got. it'll all be laid out on the table. we're not half-assing one single chord, note, verse. this is it. we're going to lay it down for you like never before. we're like a new band, just with the same old people. we've grown up and we've gone through changes. it seems like everytime we lay down a record, we go through some kind of rebirth. i like it that way.
and here ends my serious and informative update that no one will read, but at least i put it down into words.
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| this sounds fake but still |
[16 Aug 2004|11:15am] |
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i doubt this is seriously true because $1000? this is tinkerbell.
what is up with the hilton girls lately. paris walks around bruised up, someone breaks into their place and steals their shit, nicky gets married to some guy, and now tinkerbell is supposed to be missing? what is the world coming to? i'm going to start living in a bomb shelter that i had made under the ground, someone come down and bring me food now and then because i don't think the pizza guy will deliver under ground.
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| throws rice |
[15 Aug 2004|08:48pm] |
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nicky hilton got married. i was so disappointed to open the link and find out it wasn't me she got hitched to.
and paris is really getting married, i don't know who i'm going to party with now that both of them are going to have husbands, fake or not. there goes my life. the other night i was at pharrell william's new footwear flavor debut from ice cream and bbc, whatever that is, and i trailed paris all over the place. i also was wearing the same shirt to that as i wore to the kill bill premiere like four months ago. which should tell you right there how poor and or lazy i am.
apparently, i'm dating this chick. i should probably know her name but you know, that's hardly my style. i bought her a rose that night, as pictured, i'm sure we slept together minutes afterward. she's cute, she'll probably mooch off me until she finds i have very little in the bank and then she'll dump me for a punk rocker or something along those lines.
i don't know how to end this because i'm sort of in shock about nicky and i'm in shock at how easy it was to write this update, lata.
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| someone please make me icons i've got nothing |
[09 Aug 2004|01:06pm] |
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i'm sitting around, chowing down on some fucking cold ramen noodles that i poorly made myself, chugging a pepsi, and wondering how i'm going to be taken. this is like my third time coming back around after a long absence without any good excuses to come up with to explain my reasons for not being interesting or good on promises to stick around.
it isn't just you guys, i was sort of laying low under the radar in public too. people are jumping to conclusions and saying limp bizkit is over and how much we suck, it's all bullshit. we've been around, we've been doing shows here and there, and i didn't drop off the face of the earth although i know how much a bunch of you would love that to happen. i'm still around, i just had some personal issues come about that were too important to not address. and now i'm back.
i was at the Anchorman premiere late in june looking like some form of Billy Bob Thornton, which was all part of my master plan to make Angelina Jolie fall in love with me but so far it's not really working out as i'd hoped it would.
since then i've shaved and helped kick off the hate campaign further, there are a bunch of pictures we've helped take on the website featuring mainly people holding up the logo and flipping off the camera. god, we do need lives but it's fun shit and that's what i feel like i need right now. and who knows, maybe somewhere along the way i'll find some inspiration in some place i don't expect. i just like to travel right now, i can't stop moving, it's something in me.
but anyway, i'm alive. do any of you still want to talk to me?
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| i have a good reason i swear |
[09 Aug 2004|12:20pm] |
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i'm here, i'm alive, i'm not going anywhere.
i'm probably not lying. more on this in a few.
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| did i not tell you that i'm not like that |
[21 Jun 2004|11:28pm] |
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since nicole didn't even acknowledge that i took her out, i'll spend a minute. she spent most of the time beating me up and telling me that i am the worst date she's ever have, i know it's too soon to say but i think i'm in love. i watched some of last week's episodes of the simple life 2, i'm betting if there's ever a simple life 3 they're going to land themselves in jail for a couple days for finally pissing someone off. which doesn't really matter because i'll be right there with the bail money since their cash will probably be ripped from them again like always.
so avril lavigne is telling rolling stone that i tried to seduce her by buying her burgers and fries and then i got pissed because she wouldn't fuck me. the shit isn't true but the fact that she made it up just to further the hate people have for me doesn't make me any less turned on.
besides if i knew burgers and fries was what it took to seduce girls then i'd start luring girls to my bed with mcnuggets. somehow i think that would work on taryn but i don't know how many other girls would go for that shit. i don't know how to end this, the entry was about nothing. i miss having a life, i lack one right now.
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[11 Jun 2004|11:03pm] |
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we launched some haters campaign on the limpbizkit website but don't ask me what it's about, it's probably indirectly trying to appeal to those who are looking to hate me more than they do already and get those who are sitting on the fence about their affection toward me to hop over to hate.
that didn't make sense but i might be far gone tonight.
besides that, not much has been happening. i watched the movie awards. carmen and paris kissing, even if it wasn't anything, i wish i would have been there to see it. :( i don't know why paris insists on macking on a backstreet boy as her choice for a fake boyfriend but she has to be seen with someone good looking i guess, too bad it's not me. the awards seemed pretty lame this year besides that and a couple other people showing up. lindsay is cute, is she legal yet? or is that the olsen twins that are this weekend?
ashlee simpson has her own reality show, i'm waiting for mtv to notice that i have no career at the moment and offer me something because i'm sure people would watch just to make fun of me and talk shit about me to their friends. i don't know why everyone is freaking out that j lo got married again, did this really surprise anyone that much? jason mraz is complaining about punk'd, i'm still wondering why i haven't been punk'd yet since i'm probably the easiest and most guillible target you can get. maybe that's why, there's no chase to the catch but i feel left out since like everyone has been already. late.
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| infesting the world one day at a time |
[27 May 2004|01:23am] |
i bet you thought you got rid of me. just when you think the roach killer did it's job you soon realize they were just hiding out sleeping and multiplying until the fog cleared.
i'm still alive and so is limpbizkit. we've survived radio stations snubbing us when it comes to playing our stuff and idiotic rumors about being dropped from our label by some group of haters with no jobs. we're still here, we're still doing shows, ALMOST OVER is out on limited radio stations because others have decided they have other tastes like playing the same tracklist on repeat for their listeners.
anyway, i'm starting it out fresh, but not forgotten. i didn't suddenly lose my memory, i privated my entries so if i forget shit i can just look back but i needed to start somewhere without having to go along with what i left about three months back. it felt more like eight or nine months ago that i was here but i guess i'm wrong.
i just figured since i have to open two different kinds of journals for the website i might as well revive this one to keep at least some things private and out of the way from the fans.
there's not much else to talk about right now, i'm out of time. in short, i'm here, i'm back, and don't make fun of the thing i'm wearing on my head in the icon i used for this entry. late.
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| this is where i write about freddie's angels |
[02 Feb 2004|10:04pm] |
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i took the girls out this weekend. i paid for the drinks, the gas, and supplied the transportation, so i guess i should probably be the one to update about it too.
we all magically just ended up in the same place, i think at least nicole was working but i made her leave early so i could fuck her in the car before we picked up everyone else. we didn't really but that's a great thought. we also got tara reid to come with us but she was working or something too so me and nicole had some time to kill before she was ready to take off. paris and nicky were next, i called about two hours before because it takes paris that long to get ready just to go dance in the dark where no one can see her. i stole carmen from dave while he was too engrossed in his make-up to notice.
i talked to tara in the club for two minutes and then she ignored me the rest of the night for paris and some latin guy, i think it was ricky martin.
i held hands with paris and we talked about how exciting it was she was fake dating a backstreet boy that this girl i slept with at the movies is madly in love with.
i tried to get carmen to leave dave and be my girlfriend again but she rejected me nine or ten times before she got too drunk to remember we ever dated.
i lost track of nicole when i was trying to figure out why nicky had been taking tips from tara on how not to get a perfect tan and offered to rub in her self-tanner from now on, i never did get an answer on that.
nicole finally resurfaced as we were leaving, i think she found some guy to fuck in my car instead of me. :(
to be serious, i had a great time but how could you not with five hot girls who have no physical interest in you! no nookie was obtained during the making of this night out.
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| cause i just discovered |
[26 Jan 2004|10:52am] |
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all of you go see ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) kutcher's movie. what up ashton kutcher. after i took willa to see it the other night i think it's safe to say that shit should be nominated for every movie award show possible. actually i don't remember what the movie was about, i just had the feeling it was really good. :D it was definitely good times, i keep leaving inappropritate messages on her answering machine because i haven't had time to have a real conversation but i'll call you tonight willa and we'll experiment with the cameras in our phones again.
which reminds me that commercial where the guy catches big foot on his phone camera is something else, why can't that happen to me, i would make millions.
paris you outted my secret, i told you not to tell anyone what happened at the theatre, that was my job. you just can't keep anything to yourself, can you? that's ok, i'm still in love, girl. sorry i didn't call sooner but i didn't think you'd want to hear us having sex, last time i did that you complained. so me and you will take the girls to some club this weekend and spend our time drinking and ignoring everyone else who's there like we always do.
nicky who is being mean to you, do i have to run someone over because just say the word and i'll do it.
i'm going to force nicole to let me produce some songs on her album so she can sleep with me and then pretend it didn't happen and not use them anyway, it'll be fucking great.
i guess that's it, i'll write about the not important stuff like what i've been doing career wise later on. late.
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| this post was inspired by eliza dushku's |
[20 Jan 2004|01:03am] |
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this world reflects the relationships of those formly seen on jerry springer.
we are somehow, by nature, flighty people. some of us grow out of it or learn to resist running from something by taking risks whenever we're with someone new, and some of us just stay that way forever. some people say they like shit like that. i used to be one of them, but time goes on and you come to realize that living life on the run from this shit you don't even understand only means that when you're old and long overdue, there won't be nothing left for you.
i don't know if i really believe in soul mates, or someone meant for you. it could be true or it could be a fucking myth. i've never come across someone i could say was 100% mine. jen was probably the closest i ever came. i think if there is someone out there for everyone, then it ain't too damn hard to understand how we all get mixed up with the wrong ones during our lifetimes.
one hundred some years or less living isn't enough for that long of a search, so most of us don't even fucking try.
i don't know where all that shit came from all the sudden, but it's typed out now and i don't feel like deleting something that makes sense to me right now.
mandy moore said she liked that i was mean. i want to see her tattoo, i missed it when she showed leno or someone, maybe that was britney who showed leno, who knows.
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| will you ever know |
[05 Jan 2004|11:00pm] |
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i just cleaned out my whole friends list so if you were active and removed, i guess i had a reason but if i was asked i probably couldn't tell you why.
can i poison britney in MY new video? that would be so much more fucking fun. suddenly i'm the one embarrassed that i slept with her. remind me from this day forward to deny it ever happened since denial seems to be the way anyone lives their lives these days. from now on i'll just let her fuck up her own image because she seems to be handling that fine since i gave her the push.
i'm waiting for MTV to call for my comment. i think i'll just laugh into the phone.
so we've just been doing our own thing these past couple weeks and then we're going to end up regrouping probably later next week to get some shit done. i'd go into the details but if they bore me then you stopped reading already.
my teeth are cold, does that make sense?
where is alicia keys? her album is fucking hot and she's not bad either. i'd go request her prescence but no.
so willa come back. i'm not comprehending why you're pissed just because i try to tell you the shit you want to hear.
this update is too long and no one will read it. i got paris hilton a diamond crown for christmas but i think she had one just like it. i should have just made a sex tape with some random ex so people will quit talking about her and start talking more about me. only if she called me during it, i'd stop and pick up the phone. :D
ok, i'm done now. i'm going to go watch the children of the corn, i feel like watching people die, late.
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