tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472177906627786815.post8831983466869666980..comments2023-09-02T10:51:38.251-05:00Comments on ReX DINGLER: On the RoadThe Peoplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09863222643295282034noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472177906627786815.post-59234200058254450062006-10-26T03:30:00.000-05:002006-10-26T03:30:00.000-05:00Wow, I want to share a dwelling with someone I'...<b>Wow, I want to share a dwelling with someone I've known for a week. How great it would be to discover that I actually opened my doors to a psychotic whackjob who fooled me into believing he was "normal" or something. Either I've been too much of a prude or just too smart to do that.<br><br>I've known the Czech for a month now. Think it's too late for us to move in together? Meh, forget it. His soul is too kind to be a a psycho.<br><br>Why do I always get fucked in life? I want to live with a complete stanger!<br><br></b>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472177906627786815.post-47293863417164244572006-10-26T20:30:00.000-05:002006-10-26T20:30:00.000-05:00I want to live with a stranger too. Wait, I alread...I want to live with a stranger too. Wait, I already do. Wait, I live alone. Wait, exactly.<br><br>And if you're wondering, I long ago stopped counting the voices as company. The alternate personalities, however, sometimes clean up after themselves.<br><br>Glad to see your vagrancy is behind you (for now).Arthur McLeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16561703559213174527noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472177906627786815.post-29807285276969414482006-10-27T15:08:00.000-05:002006-10-27T15:08:00.000-05:00Toes- I want you to think about opening your doors...Toes- I want you to think about opening your doors to psychotic whackjobs. Take a moment to run to the bathroom and look in the mirror. Then think, am I the psychotic whackjob or is everyone else a psychotic whackjob? And living with a complete stranger may indeed be strange, as the word connotates, but it's a strange strange that keeps strangers strange.<br><br>And as for my vagrancy days...(how I long for their return!)...I've also bitten the bullet and began meaningful (in some people's eyes) work. As for the stranger that you live alone with...indeed...indeed.Michael Dinglerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09863222643295282034noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472177906627786815.post-60256406353267506172006-11-02T03:13:00.000-06:002006-11-02T03:13:00.000-06:00I'd rather flip the bill, go solo and pay $1,6...<b>I'd rather flip the bill, go solo and pay $1,600 a month on rent than to live with Jennifer Jason Leigh.<br><br>Vagrancy rocks, by the way. I'd rather wander around and see what's out there. Domiciles bore me.<br><br>P.S. My pumpkin won the contest. I totally rock.</b>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472177906627786815.post-22523181392482641242006-11-02T17:01:00.000-06:002006-11-02T17:01:00.000-06:00You totally fucking rock you pumpkin winning winne...You totally fucking rock you pumpkin winning winner! <br><br>The following comment is in no way a message of support from the owner of this site, the writer of this site, nor the writer of this comment: Vagrancy is supported here at this site, by the owner of this site and by the writer of this site. Since it doesn't look like the recently added bunkbeds will be used for their intended purpose in my lifetime (smile, look away, sigh, wish for better days, refocus on the keyboard, dry thine eyes), that means they are open for visitors for the coming holidays and Mardi Gras. Vagrants are given a five day pass unless it's a vagrancy debt thereby owed to one who so foolishly supported my vagrancy when it occured. ENABLERS!Michael Dinglerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09863222643295282034noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472177906627786815.post-28797422367017983182006-11-02T18:21:00.000-06:002006-11-02T18:21:00.000-06:00Ya know...considering the strange-but-totally-true...<b>Ya know...considering the strange-but-totally-true nature of <i>our</i> relationship, I cannot help but to feel sorry for the people who want to point their finger at me and call me an evil-doer. I mean, if I jacked one of those bunks, would they then be forced to find someone else to perfidiously blame for their own shortcomings?<br><br>I would sure hate to put someone in that predicament.<br><br><br>And speaking of whatthefuckyoudoingonmypage, I checked an ex-boyfriend's MySpace today. Just to check in and see how he's doing. I was hoping he was doing well, but considering he still refers to me as his girlfriend...I gotta say he is still suffering from mental illness. He decided he wanted something serious, I told him I didn't, he then "needed space". It's been well over three months and he still hasn't changed his status.<br><br>Norman Bates much?<br><br></b>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472177906627786815.post-49312460827602836992006-11-04T13:44:00.000-06:002006-11-04T13:44:00.000-06:00I don't Norman Bates much, but I do Master Bat...I don't Norman Bates much, but I do Master Bates much. And yes, I'd say that his meeded space should extend bywond his 'my space' and shimmy shake down da road. But Toes, I'm your number one fan!!! My bunks will always be open for you, as they are on a first come first sleep basis, but I'll knock a degenerate out to the street for ya. And I like the use of your word perfidiously...well done!Michael Dinglerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09863222643295282034noreply@blogger.com