Life is nothing without a little chaos to make it interesting!

Another T-shirt Quote Courtesy of WickedJester.com

aongealach@livejournal.com — Wed, 06 Jun 2007 03:35:59 GMT

_Sometimes "The Majority" only means all the fools are on the same side_

This is about my people! We IRISH RULE!!

aongealach@livejournal.com — Sun, 03 Jun 2007 12:23:42 GMT

On the eighth and glorious day, God did indeed create beer to keep the Irish from conqueroring the world.

Found this on my buddie Stew's MySpace and Jacked it!

aongealach@livejournal.com — Fri, 11 May 2007 17:36:54 GMT

We now call Jesus to the stand.... 'Jesus... what do you have to say about the night of the 20th" ...... "Well sir... i believe i was standing about 3 yards from the woman while she was yelling at the boy on the floor crying. and then i told her [jokingly] to bust him up... and she hawled off and put a brick thorugh his head, then put him at the bottom of Abbu's stairs and called 911 from her crack daddy's cellular... and thats why im here today" ......... "BITCH NO YOU DI'NT !!! My baby FELL down them damn staiurs... he wuznt watchin where he stepped... he musta slipped on my glass pipe !!!! "

13 ways to know if you know me closely
1. we have partaken in yelling out of windows
2. we have hung out outside of school more than once
3. you know how well i drive
4. you know things about me you REALLY dont want to
5. you have smelled my farts, and I have smelld yours
6. you know that i dont smoke/booze/partake in bad doings
7. [and neither do you]
8. you have seen the "poop" spot on the ceiling of my car
9. your number is in my phonebook
10. I spend $ on you [to a 1/4 jew.... that means somethin]
11. you got/are getting a Xmas card this year
12. I hug you...
13. I dont ponder how to make you stop talking to me

I am NOT a lesbian, but I thought this picture was SO awesome!!!

aongealach@livejournal.com — Fri, 11 May 2007 16:56:46 GMT

aongealach@livejournal.com — Mon, 12 Feb 2007 07:34:03 GMT

_I know exactly what I think about all this, but I
can never find words to put it in. Maybe if I get a little
drunk I could dance it for you._

Anonymous Song

aongealach@livejournal.com — Sun, 28 Jan 2007 16:08:21 GMT

"Who am I, if not me?
Why do I wear a mask?
I hide behind smiles and laughter,
I hide my fear and task,
Ones which I trusted, turned away you see,
Ones which I loved cared not for me,
Death goes and comes,
mourn now grieve later,
keep it discreet,
don’t let anyone see,
weakness will kill me,
I hide behind an image of nothing,
I hide to keep all happy,
I hide the real me,
and if I defy,
what my heart is saying,
let a tear fall into my reality,
Death goes and comes,
mourn now grieve later,
keep it discreet,
don’t let anyone see,
weakness will kill me,
Open wounds will never heal,
scarred for life is what I feel,
empty soul waits for now,
will it ever be complete?
Me head holds high,
I allow myself to feel,
I await my destiny,
Death goes and comes,
mourn now grieve later,
keep it discreet,
don’t let anyone see,
weakness will kill me."

I found this song online, but I don't know who wrote it. If I did I would post that knowledge.

David Hodges

aongealach@livejournal.com — Sun, 28 Jan 2007 15:55:36 GMT

What CSI Technician Are You?

You're David Hodges! Sure, you don't have the best reputation, but you can get the job done right the first time. You have an odd way of showing your friendship, but people know they can count on you when it really matters. You don't reveal much about your past and people aren't tripping over themselves for your number, but when your mask occasionally falls, there's a beautiful smile and a witty sense of humor underneath. Let it out once in a while and your professional status will hit the roof!

Dark Elf

aongealach@livejournal.com — Sun, 28 Jan 2007 15:52:04 GMT

What type of Fae are you?

Nymph

aongealach@livejournal.com — Sun, 28 Jan 2007 15:51:15 GMT

What type of Fae are you?

Merciful Dance

aongealach@livejournal.com — Tue, 19 Sep 2006 00:13:29 GMT

Writhing bodies clad in black
Flow past me as I stare.
Like beacons on a stormy sea
The lights around them flare.
Leather, velvet, metal, lace -
These ornaments they don,
Yet their necks remain unclothed
For me to gaze upon.
Swirling through the smoke-filled air,
The music lifts their soul.
Succumbing to this sonic drug,
Their minds have lost control.
I pull my cloak in close to me
And drift into the crowd.
I search each ghoulish painted face
As death looms like a cloud.
My angel's face appears to me
Amidst the swaying mass.
I glide to her through sound and haze,
Ignoring those I pass.
My eyes fixate upon her skin -
So smooth, so soft, so white...
Her naked arms flail wildly.
She waltzes with the night.
I reach out, and I touch her hair
Which has fallen in her eyes.
She sees me for the first time now
And jumps back in surprise.
I grasp her hand and pull her near.
She's powerless to my touch.
I feel her warmth flow into me.
I want her blood so much.
But I can bring no harm to her,
Despite my deadly urge.
As I stand there with my love,
My heaven and hell converge.
I cannot make her who I am
To live eternally,
Feeding off the innocent
As they die painfully.
And so I share a final dance
With her before I go.
I kiss her lips once, turn away,
And let my hunger grow.

Popping the Proverbial Cherry!

aongealach@livejournal.com — Sun, 15 Jan 2006 08:51:58 GMT

All right, I have not posted anything on my live-journal as of yet and let me say for the record that I am a huge loser and I am just as slow as a snail going uphill during a landslide! I am working on some nice postage but until I feel that I have done justice to the work I will not post it.