Random intrusions on the world

"Hey you wanna hear something?"

Sat, 17 Sep 2005 00:20:42 GMT

I get questions like that all the time and most of my answers end with the same reply, No. Yet none of them get it, so sometimes I have to make animal noises in order for them to shut the hell up. Either that or insult them, but sometimes even an insult is too good for them.

(What that booklet says, I don't care. It just looks funny, I just wish I could digitally add a toilet...)

Considering everyone in my school is either a complete dumbass or they have some wierd habit, which in my case, qualifies as a fat rotting turd(idiot).

First off, I have categorized some people here.

Rule #1: Stay away from porkers, I am not trying to just make an attempt to insult fat chicks, just the assholes. Which is...all of them. Continuing onward, there is some really smug obese retard in my class, well not obese. She just has the looks of a man with pointed man boobs, pasty white skin, pudge peeling over her makeshift belt, and an annoying cackle. Like that of some warted witch, though this girl isn't a witch. (All those that are weak, and didn't catch the insult there. Here is a nice pic for you.)

Resuming the rant of the annoying snob, I can't form any other conclusion than that I hate her. First off, I have to sit next to her and her hermaphrodite friend(who actually has a dick), while they gossip. Not about more preferable discussions such as immigrants and curing cancer(which I have already accomplished). This fat chick managed to actually have a boyfriend, this boy needs a smack in the head to realign his brain cells. I can't relate to a fat fetish, but I can except that some men/women in this world have bad taste in others of different genders, but I don't understand nor will I ever except is person-that-looks-like-a-heap-of-frozen-cum fetish. So then she supposedly dumps this guy about five or six times only to take him again, first off, if I were her I would never dump a guy because it could very well be her own man. Unless it's a starving leper. Secondly, why dump a guy to only 'hook' up with them again? I don't understand it, take it or leave it...

...

So now she has been with this guy for about a week, a new record at that. And she is raving on about how the whole school will chant about there first kiss, when they have it. If ever. They haven't even smiled at eachother, so they have some time. (If the snob dribbling whore doesn't dump him, again.) I have a question though...

...

Seriously, no one cares about you and your boyfriend, no one. Except for the friends you don't have, aside from the hermaphrodite. Who won't care, because she gets head from the chunky girl all the time anyway. I don't care about you and your dumbass boyfriend that has some strange fetish, I don't care about you, I don't give a rats ass about anything that has to do with you.

So consider this, don't talk. Just shut-up, your voice sounds like fingernails on a blackboard anyway.

(I received all information about this by eavesdropping on their conversation so maybe I could use it to my advantage in the future. I love blackmail.)

Anyway, I am going to grab and incense stick and burn it. No disgusting catch there, huh?

Peace.

Lord of the Rings...characters...are...idiots.

Sun, 11 Sep 2005 02:58:40 GMT

I am watching this movie right now, and I do admit. There is almost nothing to say that is bad about this, except for a few miniscule, well in my mind. Anything that looks like an awkward freckle makes it nearly major.

Frodo, no not the brave little hobbit. The dumbass little pussy.

First off, anytime that little hairy ass hobbit has a chance to fight, he drops his sword and screams like a whiny baby for Gandalf or Aragorn. The point in which he could have proved most valid as a fighter was when he was running around a pillar avoiding some ugly bohemian. When he could have jammed his sword through the things throat, so it would gugrle blood. Squeal like a pig and fall to the ground, because he is a wussy. Frodo didn't, instead he ran around until a spear hit him. Which was countered by a conveniently placed mithril armor on his chest.

I'd prefer to see Frodo get drunk and stoned over seeing him live.

Well, considering I have a life to attend to. I will finish this later. Or not. Whatever. Here is five bucks, buy a life.

I suck, true. But at least I don't suck...

Sat, 10 Sep 2005 02:19:45 GMT

Innuendo right there.

Anyway, I just crapped in my pants, and its leaking all over the floor so I need to clean it up...

...agh. Man, that was a gross task.

Now, why I suck.

I just say that to get others off my ass, because first off I need to set this straight. I am better than you, I rule, and I reek of awesomeness.

Now that I finally set the guidelines straight I want to tell you of some, horrible stories. Events that happened in my life that most people would commit suicide from.

I will start from what comes to mind, not chronological order because I am to damn lazy to put them in appropriate order. And if you disagree, just remember I am better than you. Take that into account.

Anyway, here I go to wing it.

Star Trek.

Upon searching for Star Trek I found porn. Star Trek porn. Right after I saw that I gouged out my eyes and dipped them in paint thinner to cleanse the horror I just witnessed from them. I swear, whoever made that probably screws plastic blow-up woman. I just cannot comprehend what would possess a human to...make pornography of 'already' the most pathetic show on television.

Now, I have been assaulted by Star Trek Geeks, and I nearly didn't come out alive. It explains why I am such an astute person now, because I knew. I never wanted to become that pathetic.

Basically this psycho dork attacked me with his Klingon lingo and sign language, greeting me with a twisted smile and cackling 'hello.' Then I ran, but ran into a dead end. With only him and me, to basically put it simply, only one came out of that ally. And I suffered massive trauma. Therapy, and a psychologist. Just remember, pack a desert eagle if you walk the streets and see a dungeons and dragons store anywhere nearby. It is less traumatizing to see there brains on the floor than...what they do.

Now, I want to give a message out. Serious packed with a little humor, so for those that don't want non-stop humor from this moment forth. Die, not leave. Die.

Things I don't understand:

Woman dating older guys; basically in my mind or just situations I have seen this is what has girls get raped. And what causes my blood to boil. I know girls that 'like' older guys, but we all know when I girl admits they like someone it really is just a misconception between friend, having their time of the month, or just some wierd moody thing. Because I have learned that a girl likes a guy a week.

Attention: If that is you. THEN YOU DO NOT LIKE THEM! YOU ARE JUST WIERD!

Maybe it is just me or a guy thing, but I have seen that when we get attached to something, we get frigging attached. Unless your an asshole. But they don't count as people. They count as the ass hairs of a fat obese man, that has his head hair transfered to his nose, ears, and asscrack.

But see, when I girl likes an older guy they usually get beaten or forced to have sex with a male. Forced to have sexual intercourse means rape for the slow witted.

(Oh and if you look at images before reading. You suck. Stop doing it.)

(Now.)

And as soon as I grow balls, in the future if one my friends that is a girl, (I figured I have to write it in that format otherwise a few idiots on this site would mistake it for girlfriend. Which the bright future that lies ahead, shows that I won't have any.) and that happened to them. There boyfriend would be in the hospital. Or me. Depends on how the fight turns out...

OK, that is about if for now.

My mind is not here, it is in the dirt shoveling for jewelry.

(Update: If the images don't come up, paste it into your adress bar, because if you don't see them. I am not going to talk to you.)

Last Entry.

Sat, 03 Sep 2005 06:06:35 GMT

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Okay, this is not particulary a bad thing. I just don't want to degrade myself any further by posting here among all the prissy little retards that also write here. With very original names such as 'princess' or the all famous illiterate, 'grl.'

Illiteracy pisses me off, it just makes the person appear much more of an idiot than they are, well then again most of the complaining whining collection of knit wits gathered here are idiots. Complaining how there life sucks, and wanting to kill themself because they are the only person that ever broke up with a guy and the only one that feels pain. Boo hoo...

Then they go kill themself with tylenol. What an asshole, if your that pathetic maybe you deserve to die. You have to be very emotionally weak, and something that emotionally weak is just...pathetic.

Now, I don't want to be 'caught up' with the retards that record data as days tick by and have nothing really to say, but much of the same crap.

"i wnt 2 my frends home tday, it was alot of fun we did things and we played scrambl and stuff"
"i am so mad!! i talked to my dad abot going 2 the movies and he was like no, and i was like that is not cool, and he is like all wierding on me, and i was like talk to the hand"

I really don't need to explain the ferocity that builds up inside me at seeing this crap, I have seen it. And you know what? I'd rather set myself on fire with a stick of incense than read it, or be on the same website.

So I am making my own.

Free of asshole and/or retards!

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Though I must admit, I have to spend a few more degrading days with...them.

Now, y'all (as a shotgun loading, 'nigger hatin,' wife beatin' hick would say) should know that it will take time to set up, now that is no reason to drown yourself in the toilet. God gives his gifts in time. Don't worry child.

I have one thing to say though, it will be better than Maddox. Well...no it won't...

I must warn you though, it will be a tad bit more offensive because now I won't be restricted by the boundaries of total cheeky twats reading this.

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Now to update another time, another place.

"What are you going to name the subject?" Piss off lardcakes.

Sat, 27 Aug 2005 14:09:03 GMT

Note: this was started three weeks ago and finished today.Great news for someone who doesn't care, (that is you,) right?

Composer of shit.

I believe God is like a composer, directing things that are works of art like the lives of the rich and famous and then he has his failures. I’d be one of his worst.

Currently I am very pissed at everything, the most minor of things ticking me off.

Ok, I think I need to clarify that I have officially moved and my life has tumbled into a bottomless pit of filth ridden shit. Basically I was sad at first, (who wouldn’t?) And then it changed into anger. Now the extreme sadness that bit my ass that originally made me cry, now makes me have the urge to smash this piece of shit computer monitor over your lop sided head.

There are a FEW good points in this place. The people are nicer and seem much more relaxed and I can walk to any place I see fit. When I mean the people are nicer I mean that I don’t have to say, “shut the fuck up,” in spanish to some dickless shit that operates the cash register behind some rotting 7/11 counter.

Anywhore,

I feel like complaining about retards.

First off people piss me off at how stupid they are, how the hell can you just lolly gag around pissing and moaning about the most simple of shit.

Like at swim practice I was trying to swim when some (fagotized) slack jawed retard kicked me in the face, while I was ‘attempting’ to pass him, more than God can count when he finally gave up. He gave me some jive about he was barely trying, don’t tell me that wasn’t bullshit. Considering he was panting after swimming less than two laps of the pool. Stupid flamer. Then this same kid makes remarks about how the clock by the pool is slow, the water is cold, “the skinnier you are the more the muscles show.”

I seriously felt very inclined to eat his ass and then spit it down his throat, then watch him throw-up bits and pieces of his own FLESH!!

Then there was this other girl. It pisses me off how big of sissy’s these people are here. Pissing and moaning about how she got hit in the face and her goggles supposedly got ‘fucked up’ as she’d say. Then she complained to the coach, I swear to all that is holy if I were the coach I would have told her to ‘shut the fuck up and swim.’

So many pansies here. Back home, no one would have complained about getting hurt, yeah it hurts, but suck it up you WHORES!!

I know a few people that would run you over if need be. Hint: the few swimmers that would read this.

I must apologize, at the current moment I am very angry. I guess it is God’s will for me to live a shitty existence.

Well I have to say fuck God and his course for all of us. If I have to live and unhappy and cranky existence just so I can fulfill some higher purpose then he can put his head between his knees and kiss his ass. Because I’d rather be a retard and be happy than be smart as I apparently am and be as unhappy as I am.

“But I do have good news....”

Yeah the only real good news about this whole predicament is that I get a cellphone, but what good does it do when I have no desire for it AND I have no one to call. Oh yeah, other than my DAD.

More bad news though, yes. I do have much more bad news.

My computer monitor is dying, yeah that’s right.

Dell sells quality pieces of shit. Probably why their prices are so low, is because the quality of their product is just that, LOW. Probably have some stupid children putting together everything. Oh yes, child labor laws are illegal, IN AMERICA. Remember, not every place is all sunny and shiny like most of you self deluded dips are used to. Brandishing your cellphones, dancing in gleeful joy in that you got a new computer for the sake of losing ten pounds. Look at Africa or India for the sake of your cellphone because it is obviously the most important thing in your possession. Look at anything other than your spoiled bratty ass.

I don’t want to hear shit about how I am being cruel and grumpy. I don’t want to read shit about how life is worse in other places. To put quite frankly at the current moment I don’t give a flying fucking shit about how your life sucks, I have my own issues I don’t want to hear your pissing and moaning about how there are people starving. If you hand me that shit, piss off!

Ok, I think my mood has improved the littlest bit. *cough* bullshit *cough*

I have actually managed to laugh a few times here. Some girl on my ‘new’ swim team that made a comment about the pool, I quote, “the pool is usually 90...92 degrees on average, but at night it gets to a chilling 89" Just add a wink in there and it will be perfect. My dad when he was twitching when forced to listen to Satan’s music. Rap. Rap is definitely missing that ‘C.’

Cor-nay!!!

It amuses me how certain people can make references of that and don’t say you thought of it. Because chances are...if you can think of it, someone else already has.

I just watched a failed movie of Sigourney Weavers. ‘Holes.’ About a bunch of juvenile delinquents that suck at life and are forced to go to some camp where they dig holes. I can definitely say that it was diggable.

Once again, corn-ay!!!
Yum....corn.

I just realized that this is one long ass entry.

Damn...

I don’t even want to read over it.

Jay’sus.

Sweet sugar.

Put it in that bowl.

“Innuendo” as Yankee Doodle would say.

I am going for some IB courses which is cool to say that least. I mean it will be most likely hard, but I think it will benefit overall hiding the inevitable sadness that lurks in my thoughts twenty-four seven

If I had a Heaven to chose, Cooper City would be it.

I love you all...

....I think you needed time to absorb that. That was probably the only thing I will write in here that will have heart.

Now, how do you calm yourself? Aside from the drug addicts technique...?

(Man I wish I was back there....)

I don’t think any of you realize the circumstances I would go under just to get back there, and live happily. I was actually happy, in a sort of bliss you could say. And now... it is all gone.

I have only talked to two people I think I can actually make some sort of bond with, but I know it will never be as strong as the one I has back in Cooper City.

Why does God tear you from loved ones?
Is it that you love others so much that he is afraid that you won’t love him?

Does he feed off of our love? And to do that he needs to make us miserable so then he is the only source of happiness that we can get?

And if he is a loving God then why can’t he let us love?

God to us is like the abusive drunk father to a daughter.

Remember this, if any of you get hurt or if something happens. I will come down there just to help and comfort you I will even find a way to pay for a taxi.

Now I am into a new band....30 Seconds to Mars.

Yeah, abnormal name, but a DAMN good band. I could listen to this one CD all day.

Have any of you seen ‘Fight Club’? Well the leader of this band was the guy that got his ass beat. The one that had his teeth smashed out, and multiple broken bones in the face. Also he was in ‘Panic Room.’ He was the white guy with the corn rows...that got shot.

I think he enjoys getting his ass pushed around, makes him look like a complete wuss.

XD

Now to go unpack boxes.

WHOOP DEE DOO!!!!

FIN

And when I mean ‘end’ I mean it this time. The end of my happiness, my sanity, the end of everything in my life that was once happy and I could hold dear into my heart.

I may be leading towards that sullen thing I refer to as depression, and I don’t care. No one is here to care, no one gives a shit about me here. Aside from family, but what can you tell them?

The next night....

I may be blathering onward about how my life is a pit of gut rotting feces, but at least you may get some kick out of my anger.

Considering I just received some pretty PIMPED out cell phones today my mood has managed to brighten as much as one measly megabyte would make all the difference in a computer graphic movie.

Now, speaking of computer graphic movies.

Everyone ever made is overrated, seriously think about it. And guess what....they all SUCK!!!

What is there to rave on about in these movies??

Is it that the computer graphics utterly defy the knowledge of your average everyday idiot?

Everyday I find it increasingly harder to laugh, I mean not because I am a grumpy ol’ humbug, but that most movies revolve around senseless humor such as throwing pies and fart jokes. I would rather stick a needle in a electrical socket.

Of course that was an exaggeration, as is everything I say. Except for my stellar brain power which is at an inconceivable level compared to you slack brained idiots.

Ok, I shall say again. READ 30 SECONDS TO MARS!!!!!!!

NOT READ YOU RETARDED STEM SHITTING RETARD!!! LISTEN!!

Now, I shall extend my pinky eight sixteenths of an inch and turn it off. Too late I already did.

Oh, and for you information; Finding Nemo blows the whale.

Get it?

I really hope you did, for the sake of....I am outta ideas!!!!

RUN!!! I am blank, that means that the apocalypse is either here or I am insane...erm....shit.

3 WEEKS LATER.....
It doesn’t improve much, no friends yadda yadda, but technically I don’t write on this livejournal to bitch about my life, because that is against my way of thinking. I mean, I will explain a few things and talk about retards because just for that reason, I like to insult idiots.

Now lets point a few complete psychotics bitches.

Mrs. Guarneri- my Algebra 2 teacher. She is insane and consequently insanity leads to most people being a fucking moron, she qualifies in this category.

Examples:
She skips down the hall
She laughs at fart jokes
She is still teaching chapter 2
I hate her
(And that last rule would sum it all up because I am never wrong, so that would mean that she in general suck the fattest fucking cock ever.)
Oh and she can’t teach for balls.

I was warned that I should put a warning for the amount of cussing I am doing, so here it is. WARNING: I WILL CUSS MORE THAN THE FAT FUCK that we call Cartman.

I saw some SouthPark movie last night, and I have to say I was disappointed. I am accustomed to the fat cussing bastard usually dissing out his two nearly perfect friends. Hence the catholic and Jew with there fat fucking mom that basically explains what a yuppy is.

I mean, it is partially right.

Yuppy mothers with nothing better to do will blame shit all on society for havingan R rated movie. Hey, think about this you fat liberal fuck. Ratings are meant so your child cannot see the movie, the issue is not pushed typically because only retards (hence you) care. So I think you should shut the hell up and just go shove it.

That was dedicated to all the moms that would kill the creators of Family Guy just to have a better place for children.

Things that piss me off:
Yuppy’s: I have found on many occasions that they are all assholes, the men debasing themselves as they become the official ‘bitch’ of the relationship. I am not against women at all, I just think yuppy men are to big of pussy’s. I mean they do the work, have shit to do with their kid, and then they call their friggin wife in the supermarket to ask for the shopping list. Why the hell do you need her consent, sit your bony ass down with your lardball of a wife and talk about the list and if you get to the supermarket and lose the list, make your own. Get some beer, cigarettes, and porn because god knows you are so lowly that rather than kissing your wife goodnight you fall asleep to feeling of ejaculation. Anyway, and if you get home and the wife complains, you tell her to get a job, make money, and then go fuck herself. And throw her on the streets. Making her give handjobs for a burger at McDonalds.

You: go away

Stupid questions: There is such a thing, and whoever said that needs to go drown in a piss filled toilet. (I meant whoever said there is no such thing as a stupid question.) I hate it when your at a theater and some fat ass with taped glasses speaks to you in between wiping the saliva that dribbles down his chin every time he says a word, and then he says, “Did you see that?” No I just spent ten books to stare at the ceiling.

Or in Algebra 2 when the teacher goes through explaining something and then some deluded shit asks just what the teacher explain. They have to be retarded, because I spend the whole period drawing pictures about hoe much you’re a retard and know what I am doing.

Then the teachers bends over backwards to explain.

I don’t hate people, they are all just idiots.

Fact.

FIN

Drive that funky soul.

Thu, 28 Jul 2005 19:13:16 GMT

Seriously, if your funky as a monkey that just smoked a Grateful Dead concert worth of pot. Drive it down the ally, and smash it into the wall.

I seriously don't get certain things.

Pot- What is the deal with this. I know the crap how it makes you feel good and it relaxes your mind. And it is a plant, or herb to be more exact, but I don't really believe that it does that much. It makes you hungry for one thing, tired and your thinking is... how do you say? Less contemplative. Basically it is like some drugs, in that it fucks you up. But it doesn't particulary harm you so much. And really, I don't want to hear all natural shit. Cocaine is a plant. Yet people use that, and so is tobacco.

Plus, so is Poison Ivy, yet you don't see people chopping that up and rolling it in paper to smoke it.

Booze- the nickname 'booze' is great. It sort of implies that your a lazy shit knocker, just sounds that way. Booze, HA! I love it. I mean alcohol may sound more sensible, but they are the same thing: bad tasting, mind draining, physical weary liquid. Come on retards, wake up. Oh yes, and when you wake up after passing out in the middle of the street, it usually gives you a hangover. Maybe that raging headache was enough to get your act together.

All together, anything that changes your normal state of being is foolish. If you are tense; sleep, knock yourself out, and for the raging perverts favorite. MASTURBATE!!!

No, I will not provide a pic for that one.

Feel free to argue or agree.

In the beginning of my mind boggling entries I should have written, "You may disagree, just remember. Your always wrong."

I mean, it's true.

I am quite surprised at the certain predicament I am in. First my grandpa says that my internet will be gone, and it was supposed to be gone yesterday. Yet I am writing this. Intriguing isn't it. Could I be using your PC? It could be so.

Then, I may be able to stay longer for the prick that bought the house said, "Nah, that old man has too many booby carvings."

Either their a faggot or a nun.

Maybe the reason they're such flaming assholes is because they chose the path of abstinence? Could it be so?

Probably.

Or they were born that way.

Anway, you are coming in the door now. So I need to get off and make it seem like I was never here.

John, if you want Garfield back you must give me...your... comics.

"You can keep him, he constantly makes bad comic strips and eats my lasagna."

W-what?

"Blows his fucking head off, he is not funny and is fat."

O-ok, but now it isn't as fun. Oh well. *Boom!*

Seriously, Garfield is lame all over.

I don't see how it is so appealing, it starts out for three squares him sitting there next to food. Then on the last one it shows the plate of food empty, creative. Then Bill Murray fucked up his career by making a movie of it. He should have ended it at, Ghost Busters. He was actually funny.

As an Englishman would say, "FOOK!"

Wed, 27 Jul 2005 03:43:58 GMT

If you seriously cannot guess the Americanized version of that word, just...leave. You are not even worthy. For anyone that sucks at life, sucks dick. So just go away, no one likes your kind. Retards, and just for making me ramble more about the title. That gives you another merit to leave.

Since only, none of you are here. I doubt I need to elaborate this entry, but then again the only way someone disobeys writing is when their is a machine gun placed over a warning sign.

Hasta la vista, RAMERAS!

Guess what that is, or cheat. Using the highly convenient online translator, you lazy swine.

Anyway, this is my last entry 'til I move. For the internet will disappear tomorrow. Fucking company.

Meh, my imagination for humor dissipated like my energy. I sit here, my arms basically folded across the keyboard. My eyelids drooping like the mayonnaise in a Wendy's hamburger, fingers lagging like the beaten chinese railroad man.

I realize I was mad last time, but I ain't gonna apologize here. Only faggots do, oops. I think I just implied alot of people.

Meh, I will make another livejournal. I will have lots of time on my hands, due to the fact that I am moving.

Now for a creepy as hell clwon named Joyous, that does drug deals.

I regret to say that this will be my last Cooper City post.

Goodbyes will be on the day I leave.

And remember, screw moving. SCREW IT IN THE ASS!

Crystalline blurs of emotion...

Mon, 25 Jul 2005 18:35:25 GMT

Technically it isn't a good idea to write a livejournal in a blur of raging emotions. But I am literally too pissed to care, yeah and I will explain why.

First I wake, at a god awful early time where your stomach feels potent and prone to sickness. And even the simple pleasure such as water doesn't go down right, that is how early I woke. Then I am to go to swim practice filled with satanic shit eaters, except for the select few.

I see a few friends, having a feeling that today may be good, but of fucking course it all goes down the tubes due to one persons climactic arousal around certain people, so inevitably fucks with my head.

Then I come home, after seeing a few people from band and being called, 'nazi,' which I really think of as my amusing label. Nothing more.

I get home, and watch some Three Stooges, which indeed never tires and take a shower. And cleaning always feels pleasant, unless it follows with a direct injection of lard to the arm, with a needle. That's a double whammy.

Now onward with the tale of the cow turd that fucked with the wrong menace...

+ (don't worry it is fake, I didn't take a digital photo of my shit that rolls in curls. The site even spelt crap with a 'k.' How very clever. Retards.) = guess who.

...then I call this, turd. Poopy face, cocka head. Yadda yadda, lets be done with the insults, it isn't to nice. But technically, they were rather immature insults and people take those jokingly, as to ones such as 'asshole' are taken with much more caution. But fact is, when someone is as mad as I, they all imply much of the same thing.

I ask if I could maybe hang with them, due the fact that I am moving in FIVE FUCKING DAYS!!!

He implies a no, for he said he, "didn't know." And then he refused to ask if I could come, next skip the lying, I hate lying. Just say no, so i didn't have to waste my time calling you more than once. Obviously you are to important and have to deal with more important matters such as video games. Oh 'touche.'

Sorry if I seemed a bit pissed, but I have full right due to the fact that I am moving. If you guys don't want to see me, just tell me. I won't visit your houses anymore.

I guess I may as well as say goodbye here. Since I was earlier oblivious to the fact I am not wanted.

Bye everyone, and please go ahead and argue. I have SO much time on my hands. Now that I am not busy with petty playtimes such as biking and being with my friends. Maybe having no friends will ease the pain.

No FIN this time.

BYE.

Poop laquered flava'!

Sat, 23 Jul 2005 07:23:20 GMT

Now, I gots ta' get this out of my head before I forget, or no longer care.

Before running forward into my daily barrage of nonsense and bewildering crap. I must point out that Mike and his fucking cell phone are really starting to irk me.

I was playing some San Andreas, a game which even video game haters love. I was causing mayhem and changing the city to anarchy when I hear some belligerent ring tone, I swear... that ringtone went from mildly creative to lethal.

Emma cut the cake and wipe it with butterskinned latex cups.

Stop talking, it really serves no purpose, your bored I know. Go to sleep, I don't need to hear, "bon bung ba ba bing!!" Every thirty seconds.

It makes me want to rip chunks out of my hair.

I shall be bald by the time I go to bed.

Now aside from that, today was good.

I mean my eyes hurt like a bitch, like a bunch of ants are crawling aroung under my eyelids, but otherwise. I am good.

First I went to swim practice, where I took the oppresive abuse from fellow swimmers a.k.a. assholes and coach.

I cannot go a day there without someone bitching at me.

Then I went home, relaxed my mind while I enjoyed the comedic acts of the Three Stooges.

While tuning my gee-tar.

Gah, why am I adding what my day was?

I don't even want to write about it, so WHY THE CACKLING FAGGOTS AM I?

I am THAT bored.

Fuck writing the usual shit most people write.

Here we go, now I tell you the HIGHLIGHT of my day.

The Island.

The first movie to ever leave me speechless. Yes, that good. Damn...it actually had a plot, and I though Hollywood was fresh out.

Go rich PRICKS!

Then we went in a pool, where I was under attack almost constantly by Jon, Kelly, and Micheal. They liked to let the water simmer in their mouth's before they would squirt shower hot water at me.

It felt like trickles of piss.

FIN

"Bored..." <-----Bullshit.

Wed, 20 Jul 2005 19:25:19 GMT

I hate overused BULLSHIT.

There is too much, for example I find 'gay' just about everywhere. You could be playing a game and you win, in fact lets say for fun and ego. You beat the living shit out of them, beat them bad. Then they call you 'gay.'

How the hell does that term fit in there? Seriously, just because you suck at life doesn't mean people are gay. Or are you metrosexual? Basically a metrosexual is a fag or lesbian that is still in the closet. Basically, (for those who are naive or retarded.) meaning your gay, but afraid to say you are.

Think on that next time your afraid of gay people. Is it that your afraid you will relate to them?

Retard.

Except the world.

It is fucked up, we all know it. We just have to get used to it.

What also pisses me off is the lack of creativity in journal entries.

"bored..."

What the hell is wrong with you? We all know your bored shitless if you do a livejournal. No need to tell us. So do me a favor and piss off.

I am harsh, I am retarded. I've heard it all.

"I am a lone RANGER!!!" *Corny music with various brass instruments bang away.*

Where did that come from, some bad cartoon.

I have hobbies. *looks sheepish*

I said I looked sheepish.

It may be big, but I have to add this in.

"She's a lady, woah woah woah woah, she's a lady...."

"She's just a small town girl!"

I just needed that.
And it would be bliss.
Still is.

FIN

Heavenly Angels to Bloody Hell.

Mon, 18 Jul 2005 06:41:15 GMT

....Hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in Heaven.

Everyone should try and pray once a day, to relieve yourself of your sins.

You should.

I don't. I don't do shit other than wake up.

And then make restaurants go bankrupt.

Ah hell yeah.

Now, I am not one to account for events that have just passed, but I want to have something to ramble about.

First off on the account, approximately a week and some odd days ago I went to The Noj's house. Before that I saw Fantastic fagatized Four. I was with my older brother so it was all sweet as shit on a piece of rotting meat. There was no real up point in it.

Mr. I'm huge but am as big as wuss as Tinkerbell- The suit was pretty lame toput simply, it looked like sponge. He didn't do shit as a character other than have some emotional imput, and no offense big guy. We don't give a shit about your problems, we want you to smash some ass burrowers. For they itch.

Somehow in my search he equaled 'The Thing.'

Mr. Fantastic- He was smart, and his power was completely useless. Think of his power this way, he is a rubber band and the thing is a large rock. What do you use as a weapon?

Sure you can snap someone in the arm with a rubberband, but then in their sheer anger they can take some cinderblock sized rock and break it over your head.

Which kills?

Human Torch a.k.a. Flamer- He was a stupid jock. I wish he died.

Doesn't he look like a dick?

Invisible Whore- She kept on looking for compliments on her looks. Then she wouldn't get them and would get all bipolar on whoever was in her way, which usually meant ignoring, bitching, or kicking ass. Which the last part she didn't do very well. She should have covered up more, she always had to be revieling. Perverse directors.

The movie is over and done with, Dr. Doom quite simply sucked at life. And died within five minutes of a lamely animated action scene. A few punches and a guy getting his finger bent.

Original.

Those directors need to take the Bastard Test.

They'd be the ultimate.

Then we went to the Reggae SUMMER JAM FESTIIIIIVAL!!

It was heaven.

Then...

...Elephant Man came on.

He is like the original Elephant Man, but with singing.

I cannot say more about that concert than the title.

I also definetely got high. Damn second hand smoke, pot makes you feel like shit.

Then I went home, not to my moms house.

To Florida.

Sniff the pile of crack in between the crack of your ass and get so high you leave this entry.

Bitches.

FIN

Know an asshole druggy? Call: 666-the-end-is-near

Mon, 11 Jul 2005 05:39:51 GMT

I have adopted the greatest system for getting assholes sober or no longer depressed. As a limited time offer I bring to you my business number to stop you or you friends from taking drugs, or being a bitch ass goth and mope around with their head hung low, go to a strip club, we are tired of your shit. Your a loser, that's what a strip club is meant for.

Now I am not gonna do therapy for solving the sober issues, but a very quick and easy method. Now, for all the wankers that inject needles through the crack of their ass, as to not get caught by the wankers we call cops. Admit it, if cops were doing their jobs all of the Dunkin Donuts around would be closed. If there are cop relatives for any of you, I don't know. Tell them? No. Do not do that.

Short.

I know.

I am busy.

Give me a break.

No, give me a break of that Kit Kat bar.

Hey asshole, fuss UP!

What you want to fight. You don't know WHO you are messing with. I drink ALIEN blood!

Yeah that's right bitch, that answers why I piss steam and my stomach is a hole.

AH HELL YEAH!

Farting in Cheerios.

Fri, 08 Jul 2005 05:51:07 GMT

Before... I do anything. Imagine that, the milk and sticky cheerios splashing all over your body, the rush of assy air supressing against milk and soggy, rounded, edible figures. Cheerios solidifying as soon as air meets the slimy substance.

Disgusting.

That whole beginning thing was pretty lame.

Don't make me piss down your throat.

I will, even until you drown. Cracksniffer.

Beligerent bastard.

Speaking of bastards I will take the time to make a third bastard test.

Bastard Test:

Favorite TV show? ( If any Soap Opera or god for saken twisted show with bad actors comes up. I will! I will! Insert fat into your anal cavity!)

Favorite movie? (If Napoleon Dynamite is said, I will cut your sack off and make you eat it. And if your a girl, well.... I don't know any real girls so same thing. XD)

Favorite book????? ( I added the extra question marks because I theorized that you don't read. Just admit it, tally wacker.)

( I didn't say bastard because that isn't approved yet. But I can assure you it will.)

Favorite type of music? (If your one of those wirst slitting punks that like more than one type of music I ask you to suck it up for once and don't complain. Otherwise I will poison your eyes with my fat collage.)

Favorite Band? (Same situation with the music, except I will torture you with this! http://s38.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=0FA5A1UP5FGCG2TJUEUDOT6B83)

(Muahahahaha!!!! I am worse than Stallon himself!!)

(Thank you Stallon, my mentor.
)

You a Nazi? ( If you are, just write.... swastika. Or a pic

Me after a doughnut sale. And no retards, doughnut is not spelled the Dunkin fuck tard way. 'Dunkin Donuts,' just tell you parents you learned something today. I need to make a retard test, you'd all pass as major dumbass or at best jackass. And jackass is a donkey. And all they do is eat, shit, sleep, and "Hee Honk!" Did I mention shit three pound lumps of sticky slimy brown?

Eat ass!

Should I add it in the callage?)

KKK? (This is for you Mike! XD! Anyone racist deserves a pitchfork to be driven through the end of their dick to then exit out the ass, now you will shit blood. For girls, they have to... eat glass. With a bowl of milk.)

Gay? (
)

NOW ANSWER!

I will give you your scores, most likely you are a bastard.

Because I am, and that is the most common score.

FIN

THIRD FUCKING TRY!

Wed, 06 Jul 2005 07:14:22 GMT

I WILL MAKE AN ENTRY LATER ON! MY COMPUTER SUCKS THE SEMEN OUT OF A MONKEY IT IS SO BAD!!!!!! NOW IF YOU WILL EXCUSE ME, I HAVE A LIFE TO ATTEND TO.

Jam it up your ass.

Mon, 04 Jul 2005 05:06:40 GMT

I am not one to be rambunctious, ditzy and preppy.

There I said it.

What you expected me to do something that was? I figureed you probably did, that's 'cause...your an idiot.

Only idiots don't like reggae.

Say 'I' if you like reggae.

Or write, type whatever.

Now, I would make a bunch of pic's and write how excited I am about the REGGAE SUMMER JAM FESTIVAL!!

But I do not roll that way, as you all well know.

So just shit your pants as you read this abrupt link.

http://www.livejournal.com/users/the_noj/

Jon mastered that entry, and there is NO way i can match that.

Truth is as always, to LAZY!!!

If you spent time reading that...HA! That means you clicked it! And who are you to trust me? I could put a virus in there,be cautious, be afraid, very...piss down the side of your leg scared.

For I am to write, here as we speak. Hit the decks!

Now why would you go do something like that? Hit the deck, only someone with my physical physique.

Two 'ph' words. HA!

Upon entering the bar, a man shrouded in death and misery turned the room’s drunk, gleeful atmosphere. His smell not unique, similar to that of those rambling dolt that prance drunk out of there damn minds, or otherwise face flattened against the flat bar, scrunched in a placid form of their placid feature, a vicorous stringy liquid dabbled out of the corners of his mouth. Plotting the Point B of its course on the bar, right now the man caught in a puddle or remorse was planning on making it to the bench next to the bar table, to get his sober ass to be prancing around outside and then fall, face first in the pavement. That was his course.
The man, clad in a chest nut colored wool coat, the frizz of his coat casting a hazy glow around him. Faded jeans clasped to his legs, and a shirt, placid, beneath the stubble of buttons of the wool coat. The clop of his leather bound shoes nearly echoed throughout the bar; though the chatter of other folk hummed out the unsettling presence he let off. Reaching the seat, and pull back the cracked dry wood of a seat he sat. To correspond to nothing except an order of drink, then another, another…
With the first mug of ale clasped in his hands, he almost couldn’t help, but jug the whole glass. The murky, mud like water sifted throughout the glass. Small drips of water drenched off and slid down the side of the mug, beads of water reappearing as his hand grasped the moist clear glass.

You like?

Comment and tell.

Now here is Kelly, she got squirted with a bag of lemons. Now her eyes sting, is that right Kelly?

Here is the outcome...

sakuraavalon791: shit
sakuraavalon791: shit
sakuraavalon791: shit
sakuraavalon791: shit
sakuraavalon791: shit
sakuraavalon791: shit
sakuraavalon791: shit
sakuraavalon791: shit

Damn, Kelly. Just become a shitmonger like Jason while you're at it.

Hail the shit.

I am such a dumbass/asshole.

I need new insults.

Wrote quite a bit today.

I saw some fireworks today, yeah it was... interesting.

I prefer lighting them, then shoving it up someones ass.

We lost two neighbors that way.

That's right buddy! Hail Hitler.

One thing about Hitler, he was right about one thing.

Blond haired, blue eyed retards are the best.

Indeed.

FIN

MYSPACE! CYCLOPS! MILK! MOVIES!

Sun, 03 Jul 2005 05:24:32 GMT

Okay, things will all balance out once I set the record straight.

I will start in order within the blurs of words in the title. Or if I feel like being picky, an ass, or just feel like it, I will do it in any order. (Meaning to all you retards, that I am going to explain the title word by word. Doing it in whatever order I feel like.)

Myspace:

I am going to have to go through a days of events to explain this one. Well, half a day.

Jon came over, whew. We got that out of the way. First we were about to start jamming when we got bitched at because a tenis match was on. Before that I got 'yelled' at by mother for watching TV, for her highly important televised event. We have made the show apparent, no need to state again otherwise this entry will be way to repetitive. Then when I made my way to the computer, screams followed and all of a sudden I was a rude asswipe. Woman. Well I do not mean that entirely. I mean assholes.

All people are assholes.

Seriously.

I am.

I am not Jesus.

Or am I?

So, me and Jon sat at the PC talking a pissing people off. I mean that is all i can do successfully. I would be a great accountant, they piss people off. Or a lawyer. It all works out. Anyway, we then stumbled across insulting some cycloptic dipshit named Robert. An asshole.

Want more insults on him?

www.myspace.com/fattyfatcakes

Look at 'about me' it is legend!

That was nmyspace and cyclops in one! ;)

(Robert is a cyclops, due to the fact he is singularly nippled. I know what your thinking. Fried chicken, I know.)

Milk: Just plain sucks. It is meant for pregnant woman with cravings for shitty drinks. I have nothing against pregnant woman. Just milk. To white, and it comes from white trash hicks. ;)

The movies I will come to another day.

Basically I was going to write small reviews on movies, but I decided against today.

Not that I am lazy, well I am lazy, but I have a virus that I need to mess with.

Shit....

FIN

Snappity shin diggin' nuggets!

Fri, 01 Jul 2005 05:54:02 GMT

You know what 'snappity shin diggin' nuggets are?

They are the equivalent of 'ghetto bacon from the suburban white boys house.'

Makes alot of sense.

Now I really don't have much to say, but then again I always start off this way, and end up jumbling together shit in a very...

...stupid format.

I seem to lost my creative edge, now instead of saying the word. I will provide it in a pic. ;)

Plain and simple, black and white...

... I know it's yellow.

GET OFF OF MY BACK!

No seriously. Stop the dry humping.

Jesus! What was that warm juice!!!?

Oh...thank God, milk for a baby.

Wait a second...

...

Now, on to business.

I have constructed more plans for my conquering of the world, the task is not so hard. I mean, you just hire Bin Laden to do everything. He can get through customs, I mean... he is only 6' 8".

*Waves hand* Only.

As I speak Noj and I are disputing ferociously.

I win.

I am the monkey, King Kong.

I only chose to be him because Jack Black is in a movie called King Kong. Somehow they fit a T-rex into the plot of King Kong.

Has Hollywood gotten that screwed up?

They are taking possibly the shittiest movies ever, redoing them and calling them new and improved. King Kong, War of the Worlds, Dukes of Hazzard, and they steal Japanese horror flicks.

How sad.

(Footnote: For all of you that read, I know War of the Worlds was originally a book.)

Speaking of redone Hollywood failures, I saw War of the Worlds today.

Wasn't a complete failure.

I expected Tom Cruise to become Rambo with the aliens, blow the shit out of them with the blink of an eye.

But it went by the book.

YAY!

Please, tell me what that is?

If it's womens deodorant I have to say...

...

Technically I did not say anything...

...I believe I have packed todays entries for all of what they're worth. Which is the bounty on my head by Junior. (Junior = George W. Bush.) And hicks do it for free.

'Tis a pity.

Wed, 29 Jun 2005 04:54:24 GMT

My aunt.

That's is what is a pity, I mean.... she's an overreactive bitch.

Let me explain in a formative...format....

(^A little bit wierd there. Just say it if you disagree.)

((Then you won't))

The past, how should I say? Few days.. I was at my aunts due to the fact that my little prick cousin wished to invite us over. While there, she gossiped with my mom, probably about drugs, while my cousin, my brother, and me had a fairly enjoyable time on the tramp-oline.

(^The tramp is a reference to my aunt.)

While on the trampoline we spent time jumping, for what else can you do? Watch TV? Think people. THINK!

Then a problem occured, we were jumping to 'high' then leading to me telling them I am not, soon she was screaming her ass off. I admit I was pissed, beyond that even and I walked off. Cussing her out while on the road when I realized...she is a whore.

I am not just saying this, but she had sex with an asshole. And she supposedly claims he was always a dickless bag, but... she had a child with him? Why? I soon came to realize that she profited a car with him, and even a house.

All due to the ragins sex they supposedly had, which I find...*cringes*

I cannot even imagine.

Imagine this...

...not a virgin.

Yeah...here's a bucket.

Today was a tad bit serious, but I just needed to get that out in the open. I feel like a mercedes...
.........*confused*.....car like...*looks around.*

WHAT?!

I have forgotten this...

...FIN

Who wears short shorts? You wear short shorts!!!

Mon, 27 Jun 2005 05:10:00 GMT

I have noticed something popular amongst a few of my friends...

..titles and illiteracy.

Both seriously piss me off.

Though, any time I am not near a friend. Is when I am pissed, so technically... I have no idea what the hell I am saying. I will stop while I am at it. To put it simply, I get stressed when I cool friend isn't there, for you don't choose your family. A family is something you are stuck with, I mean you have to love them, but you don't have to like them. Like a pain the ass brother, bitchy aunt, whiny cousin. It all works out though.

Now, back to the illiteracy part.

Quite a big sidetrack.

I hate when people write unlike me, maybe being a writer has spoiled me or my friends are retards. (Don't take that to offensively, and if you do....disown me as a friend.)

I hate when others find the obssession with writing like this:

hav a gr8 sumr, my frend I <3 u so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What the hell is that?! Write like I do, then I will be your best friend.

Funfact:

If you don't go to war, your gay.

End of funfacts.

I do believe I will skip the pictures for today.

Yesterday was indeed fun, passing the time by making some groovy dance moves, that people even followed in. We also danced around a fire like tribal men with their food after a week hunt. Priceless.

I will complain next time about something that majorly pisses me off. Later.

I confer I shall end here.

Emo bullshit.

Sun, 26 Jun 2005 05:47:03 GMT

Yeah that's right. I sweared, and I said the dredful word....emo. It's sort of a story all in its own.

*Yells in background.* "Damn it Jon! Why must you make me suffer listening to this shit?! What's the name...? Bright Eyes? Explains why they suck, what kinda boy band makes that sort of name. Well technically it isn't a boy band, though both 'types' of bands are illiterate, they are very different.

Now, the music has differed. Rather than Emo poetry shight, it is now 'What is love?' by Haddaway. You all know the song, just don't recognize it by name, rather than by ears.

Now it is on remix. I cannot help but excuse myself to laugh my candied ass off.

Back.

Now to start from the beginning...

...First I started my action filled day with the Satan's gift to the world, and for all ya' atheists, Osama Bin Laden.

The MADISON MILE! Which basiacally swimming for a half an hours in muck, and you get tired. A double wammy!

(As a side story, Jon just made a whole playlist for me to suffer, while listening. The Toy Story theme song, that musician is a dunce. Go sit in the corner, Mr. I can't make songs for the sake of Jaysis.)

Now. Back to the plot line, and this time I will try and avoid side tracks. Agh! The torture, now here is some Michael Jackson going on. JAYSIS!

Then I went home, taking a good shower, how long you ask? I do not know. I do not keep track of these things like you lifeless people that ask such contemporary questions.

After the shower I went through countless business hours on my plot to take over the world, I mean I wish to just envelop it in hell, by surprise. But I am an idiot. I tell you this for all to see, shit. Onward!

Through my continuous plot to construct an army of machines, I was repetitively disrupted by the pety minds of Jon Blanton and my mother. So soon I gave in to their constant bickering and went to Jon to a heavy metal concert. I will explain this all to you in ONE word.

Heavy metal is for the feeble minded fool that is to ill conceived to do anything of their life. It takes no thought, and to enjoy the music you must be as dumb as the floor you stand upon. If you enjoy this...you had a rocky childhood or chose to bang your lard dangling chins against the wall to many times. They also are misinformative, they are always nodding, an intense nod but a nod nonetheless. All the songs are exactly the same, bass beat, guitar beat, and the singer. The crakced voice of the singer is popular among the pot smoking retards of heavy metal fans. How?

(Edit: I said one word, so you should have just skipped all that and went straight to here, the one word is....shitty.)

One the topic of singers....this is what I think of you.

Very popular.

Now, after escaping that fun house of horrors I made it back to Jon's house, only missing my legs. Now we listen to some crapp mix list that he made for me as deal I would waste your god forsaken time.

As I write this my team of elite-ness or 1337-ness is coming to save me.

Please...God....let them come soon.

If I bored you...don't comment. Don't need some scadaddling poop-pie.

FIN

P.S. ....

...

Wedding ring...from a Cracker Jack box.

Fri, 24 Jun 2005 17:39:15 GMT

Can you actually imagine that? Someone doing something that terrible? Really? I mean...hold on while I digest this situation and fathom how bad it is...

...What sort of asshole would propose?

Now seriously, usually nowadays when people propose it's to get out of bad situations, not like that twats back in 1940 where they fell in love, what the hell is that. Love is not gone in our society today, but is screened and covered up with lust. When someone wishes to marry someone they want their; money, to soak their damn life away and shatter their dreams, want to not get your ass kicked by the father of your girlfriend for making her pregnant, or it's just lust.

Now on to more pressing matters...Hollywood. Why? Why does Hollywood do what it does...it ruins movies. Think about it. (now I know that's a pressing matter for ya' all, but suck it up for once.)

What? You thought I was gonna go into a fifteen minute session of reading spiel about what Hollywood does, and why the directors their ( I know it's there, but I want to avoid back spacing today) suck! Horribly. Why do you think I made the futile attempt for you to think. I know you won't. But...if you did. Please give me information on what you think of it! ;) See the wink? :) See the smiley? ( l ) See the ass?

If you didn't...I don't know what to say. Well I do, so I will just come right out and say it. You need to swim in a bath of lard, let the warm fat dribble down your body and then soil the bathtub. While I get a soda, (yes I drink soda) popcorn, and a pencil to stcik down my eye and crap out when I see your lard-y body.

Take a shower.

Now I sit here, listening to the faint echo of some shitty Star Wars game modeled ofter the poor design of lego's. It comes to show, that Lucas is so poor that he has to franchise the first three episode of the Star Wars saga, and also mind you...the worst. The graphics are poor, combination poor, no voice acting, so it comes to show that the game is low quality. It is very glitchy, and is extremely childish. Though that money grubbin, throat biting bastard George Lucas said the movies were meant for children I don't believe they were, decapitations and severe burns are not my idea of a 'childs' movie. But in this game they make it that way, when heads fly it's is funny. (though it almost always is, it has this childish music ring off after a head is chopped off. Like....Barney per say.) And also in Star Wars the chopping of hands is over used. Either someone dies from, decapitaion, there hands get chopped off, or electricution. Come on! I want to see someone slice a guys belly and let their guts spill out all over the floor, some peeling of skin and tearing out the bone. Though I know a lightsaber would not make much blood due to its tendency to cortirize(sp?) the wound. But they can improvise.

Now tell me one of your favorite movies, and if I know it I will bash on it. And if I don't I will pretend I know it and jumble together crap about it.

Days turn into weeks, weeks into months, months into years. Years into life. Life into destiny....

Thu, 23 Jun 2005 05:40:14 GMT

It always seems that every movie has to have some serious ass line such as that, though the difference is that I am a genius making the lines for free and they are paid liberal assholes that can't write shit because they are as dry in their so called 'talent' as their sex life.

Keen observations:
(Bullshit they aren't really keen it's just that I am the only one that decides to waste their life noticing this shit.)

Matrix Reloaded and Revolution: Aside from what you crazed sons of bitches think, this is a very good movie. Though the action was overdone, squat robots wielding big ass machine guns like homies in Harlem, the side hold. Gangsta', they should have applied the shades, the bling bling, some P.I.M.P.ed out clothes. And that would have made the movie, the P.I.M.P. robots. That's a first. What really pissed me off in the movie was the scenes with the Oracle, the uncertain, retarded ass writer could not think of anything worth writing so he made some lame ass dialogue where she would repeat the question he had right back at him. (Yes that was from Maddox, I don't need shit.

If I was Neo I would flipped her off and stuck that candy she has some crazed obssession with, up her ass so far she'd shit it out her mouth. Uncertain jerk, skip those scenes, like hell it helped Neo. Just make it an inner dialogue. Don't waste so much time.

Star Wars: I really don't see the obssession with these movies, of course I enjoyed them, but I mean...some people are freaks about it. Obssessively buying all the things for it, letting the internet stop on opening day for Episode three. Come on. Don't think I am a hater, I mean it's hard not to enjoy them. New ones blow though. Not blow. Bad.

Napoleon Dynamite: The pop culture hit of the year. Once again...overrated. I laughed, yes. No damn excuse to waste money buying some shirt that was part of it. Damn emo assheads.

NOW TOPIC!:!::!:!:!:!:!:!:::

HA! That made no sense, but then again...neither do these entries.

I am not on that really jots down events that passes, but what the hell. I mean its not like chowing down on some liquidated shit.

Um...I am just gonna call them in the order that I remember them.

First I spent, a kicking night with my cousin on Saturday. Basically the nights ever lengthening hours seemed shortened by the insistent crying by the Even-more-of-a-wussy-ass-bitch-than-my-brother...cousin. Each time he would get a little angry we would not notice, the he would start kicking, biting, etc. And I would yell at him, then came the scrunched, red face, forced cry. How about caving in your faces with the force from my fart? Huh? You little dickless, woddling shit. I have anger issues, yes. And I regretfully swear like...well I wanted to be original, but I ain't gonna be today. I swear like a sailor. Well...no I don't...I just do online.

On sunday nothing to tacky or interesting. On Monday though...I hung the night at my cousin, kicking it out on the trampoline and dealing with the various threats of my cousin. If you read this Joe, I WILL BODY BUILD!!! GRRR.

Body build my ass! Guns work better than muscle mass. Big old haggard piece of metal shredding through every tendril of your twinding muscles! Damn am I a sick bastard!

I would rather be drowned in a vat of baby diapers than shoot someone. I ain't violent. Or am I....

Ok...now onto random shit. *Proud British knight voice* Ha Ho!
Steretypes...(Mind you before you politically correct assholes comment me and mock me...I must warn you. I don't give a shit and that stereotype is not technically true, it is not a true statement, but an observation. Not technically true though.)

Cathlic: politically correct assholes.
Jewish: Will pull a quarter outta bull's ass.

What the bull is saying....
"Yeah, get that thing out."
To lazy to write a whole dialogue for you sorry pieces of...poo. There we go. I laid off the swearing.
Black people a.k.a. negro's:
Explains it all
Lutherans: the perfect people.
Muslims: I don't know.
KKK: First get a good look. Footnote: We all know she is more sinister than him. Damn house wives. I will see whores for an eternity!!!! HAHAHAHA.

Anyway...now take a nice gun to blow their fucking assanine, pig fucking, head off!

Now here is what would be left...

Oh yes...they deserve it. ;)

I am done now. Complaints, send me via email, but you will get no response!

FIN

Wax on....Wax off.

Sun, 19 Jun 2005 04:14:39 GMT

Title....I will give you no explanation. I will tell you this. What you are reading is history.

You should....cherish what I write.
Honor it.
I have given you the privilege to read it.

HAHAHAHAHAHAH! What stupid shit! Yes...I am a lifeless son of a bitch, but ehhhhhhh....I saw that from a few places. I really don't know why life or anything has to be taken so seriously. Like everything you do is 'conspired against' and cameras are in every grain or gravel, inch of steel, and basically anywhere you can think of. It is somewhat appealing to me, yet not. I mean people take it to the extreme, hicks shooting at the sky thinking they might kill a 'martian.' I tell ya' people are silly.

I have made an observation of terms used to lightly. One right now, if I find another....I will tell you. Of course I am.

Shizel- Many people are not aware of what this means and use it to lightly. *cough* Michael *cough*. Shizel equals 'shit' or 'sure.' So I advise to all those that use this term wrongly, to cease using it or...use it when your on the shitter. Shitter= (You better know).

Nizel- Quite simply....negro....or the more extreme which I abhor as much as Barry Manalow (sp?). Nigger. There I said IT!

I am out.

Now a pic for fun.

Ahh hell yes.

It's a bird! It's a plane! It's a shit monger sky diving! Wait....no its just a plane. Stupid plane. RUIN MY DAY WILL YOU!?!?!

"What the fu-!" *It scuttles across floor, its feet scratching the ground. It leaps onto the man. Eats his ass rather than jamming shit down his mouth.* "AHHH me arse is bit! Yeh bollicks! Peel 'er off!"

*I pull off my shoe, squish it beneath the size thirty shoe.*
Maggot eating....little shit...

*The man screams two things crawl out his ass, ripping him in two. No blood.* (gotta keep it PG-13 in here)

Oh GOD! RUN YOUR INVISIBLE TAILS OFF! *trips*
*screams very loudly, veins grow the size of cables. Artery's explode.*

*dies*

*aliens walk off in frustration.*

Illiteracy!

FIN

Emerging from the deep depths of.....blah blah..............I am back.

Tue, 14 Jun 2005 15:44:41 GMT

That whole title things was gonna be about....I'd say five to ten paragraphs worth of writing. I felt extraordinarily nice today. Seriously I did.

^ BULLSHIT! I just felt extraordinarily lazy today. Wait....no it's how I always am.

Now to explain shit that's happened lately...(Oh my god Will you sweared!!!) Bite my ass you damn democrats!

Ow! Shit...I didn't mean it literally. Now I am going to rip off your bollicks off and feed them to my brother. Yes, he will eat them if high enough. Now I am off to sing a song of...........I don't know. Did you expect me to say joy, peace,or love? HA! You judge me wrong. I sit here doing this, and you expect to add some emotional contradictions within my writing. Only if I am payed my dear. ( my dear is to any worthless piece of crap that has no life and bends there will to read this complete piece of cocka.)

Cocka....*snickers*

All of last week, was nothing, but informal shit no one gives a rats ass about. Believe me...I know. I was there for shits sake. Now...lets talk about shits sake. That phrase makes no sense when you take some time to think about it, which I know you all find this task very hard to do. Now time for you to think...and me to get a snack. Thing your lop skins off.

......

You are wondering what lop skins are? As am I? I just wanted to sound cool.

I failed.

Friday: Went to the crum hole of the Old Saybrook Middle School. Me and the kickenest friend went to River Mart and got some Red Bull. Jon couldn't take it, and within two measly sips, he couldn't control himself. For he has no fat to soak the caffeine. (Sorry if insulted Jon-sta.) Then we had some china food, greasiest china food I have ever had. I know its pronounced chinese, but since when have you known me to conform. Eh?

On the subject of conforming. I have recently seen this <3 which I know means 'heart' or 'love.' Though if you look at it, and see it that way I do you would swear t'was an arrowhead. And that it was meant to break the heart, you know the whole dilio arrow through heart. So does it mean a broken heart...or a loving heart?

I know your all gonna say I am 'gay' and that it is loving heart. But if you were in my world....who knows.

Friday (continued): Played on the bass for five hours, and surcumbed to having a blister on my ass. Woops typo...finger, not ass.

Saturday: More playing, more nonsense.

Sunday: Went to some picnic more or less barbeque in which we all got to see each other. Cousins and all. The food was good, played some games and recorded some videos. Ah hell yeah. And I am officially not a camera whore....or am I?

Monday: Beach...what else? Hot as boiled broccoli sand that burned my feet to cinders. Now I have to stumps. Thanks for the support guys.

Tuesday: Today is Tuesday therefor to write down what is happening is very foolish on my part. Don't count your eggs before they hatch Will.

Skitzo...I know. Or do I? Get me some medication. HURRY DOCTOR!

YOUR MINE!!!!!~!~!~!~!~!~#^$*(&^&%$#((&(*^$%%#

Bit of a typo there. Sorry if scarred guys.

FIN

I Got SO Much Aloe Vera In Ma' Mouf

Sat, 11 Jun 2005 17:01:30 GMT

Hey fellers. Will here.

Yesterday was GREAT. I had red bull. I like red bull. Then I ran. Then the ghetto-fabulous P-i-m-p D-o-double G taught me some sick bass...for four hours.

SICK dude, SICK!

(Note: Will didn't actually write this)

Bye fellers.