Oct 30, 2006
A La Mode
| Friday morning was not the most fun, ran to the bank, almost forgot... everything. I was half way up the street when I realized I had left the directions sitting on my dresser... lack of sleep can do crazy things to you. Like 90 on the highway without even noticing it. Playing old Rush tapes all the way to Fredonia, being overly nervous about going back there; even when it's just for a moment. I got choked up when I first got there, I miss that place like you would not believe. It's like a sanctuary for my soul. Maybe it's just what I build it up to be, maybe that's why I didn't last. But going back there was almost therapeutic. Until I got on the phone with someone who still couldn't figure out what to wear to the wedding... yes this was no big surprise, quick decision making is not her stronger point... it's not mine either but hey, it's funnier when we can laugh at each other for the same reason. So finally she packs it up and we take off for Canadia. So it's not until we're nearing Buffalo that she tells me she's never been. Never been to Canada!! Never. Wow, that's a mind boggling thought. Especially with all the fun I've had on all my journeys to the arctic tundra a few hours North.  So here's how the entire weekend went, I think. So I'm elated that she's sitting right next to me, I can't put into words the feeling I get when she's around, it's just that wave of stomach-twisting, gut-wrenching butterfly aura she has around her that makes everything so much better when she smiles, and hear-you-me there was a lot of laughter and smiling the whole trip. On the way to the Peace Bridge, we stopped for a duty-free shop to exchange a little money and pick up a snack since I hadn't eaten all day. Lo and behold, she gets into the stuffed animals and finds the most adorable one of all time. Even though she already has Pooky already, it was just too cute to say "put it back". So our trip now has a 3rd participant to be questioned and cavity searched at the border. So inside a foreign country, a first for her. Nothing special, except that everyone drives like there's no fucking tomorrow. I'm doing 85 MPH and I'm in the right lane being passed with these looks.... maybe it's just because I had a US license-plate? Whatever the case, we arrived in one piece at the hotel. Phone the captain and they're on the way to the airport and will probably be an hour or so from rendevousing with us. The good captain also informs us that the prime minister was also at the same hotel... great, so those men in suits looking around are making me nervous and feel completely underdressed for a good reason. So killing time... we start making fun of each other... like you do... and a good round of tickling occurs because we all know, I suck at insults and that's my only self defense against women with wit. So as she's pleading for me to stop, she lets this one out... "Stop or I'm gonna hafta pee on the prime minister". *awkward silence* < die laughing > So that aside, dinner is had and we're on our way back to the hotel when we decide to skim the shopping plaza to see if she can't find something to go along with/replace what she's picked out to wear to the wedding. Well if you recall all weekend it was a fucking mess with the rain and as we're chatting/arguing/making fun of back and forth I completely can't see a fucking thing in the parking lot when all of a sudden THUD half the car in the air THUD THUD car back to level. She made me demolish that curb and she knows it's all her fault. We get back to the hotel with no further incident and no sign of our great unilateral leader. Give him another buzz, they're fucked in traffic. Sweet, more time to kill. Cigarettes and more laughing, car fogging up, it's fucking cold and rainy out. So we go and wait in the hotel lobby because room accommodations are not totally set with who's going to be staying with who, who's going to be here tonight and whatnot. So about an hour and a half later Chad comes strolling in, still with that fucking saunter, followed by Pitt and his buddy Jim. We figure out the room situation, bring our stuff up and that fucking Canuck wants to hit up a bar to watch the fucking Canucks.  Captain Pitt is now Taxi-Pitt. That RX-8, and I can't wait til he trades it in for a minivan, is too small to fit everyone. We're in the 2nd shuttle and she decides to get into my camera... and starts being a general wise ass. But as you all know, my specialty is having the last laugh. I feel as if I've won this round. So the canucks game is a narrow shootout success, my ears have been fully raped and pillaged by Chad's cursing and singing along with the Nickelback songs. Not to mention the waitress chewing him out about Nickelback being her favorite band... who saw that one coming?? So Jameson after Jameson, Guinness after Guinness we head back to the room. Where Chad  starts delving into life stories etc etc and sure enough she's out like a light and Chad, being the spin-doctor that he is snaps this beauty of a picture.Morning was a long way off at this point, so Chad is jawing my ear off much the way he criticizes Pitt for doing the same. So finally I say fuck it and turn over to go to sleep. Enter Saturday. Jeremy and Nori show up, Grimshaw makes his way down from the nuclear waste facility he calls home and you could just feel the sober tension building up. To the church where there wasn't a dry eye in the house, at least while Viv was reciting her vows. During Pitt's I was sincerely wondering if he wanted a fucking megaphone.  This is where soberness ceases and amazingly good times start. The wedding reception was amazing, especially when Chad wasn't on the seating list, and how they still ended up spelling my name wrong. Drink Drink Drink Drink Drink. Speech after speech and finally the bride gets up there. This is where things started getting overly sappy and every girl started crying and I'm not ashamed of it, as she kept going I started tearing up too, and it made me the happiest to be holding hands with someone whom I love and see her with the same look on her face. Then Pitt went with his continued shouting in the middle of the dance floor for his speech. Women still cried, I don't get so much as why they did, he just reiterated what every man would do for the woman they want to be with. In no way poetic, beautiful, or emotional, but true to the very end (and that's Pitt's style). neither myself nor my date want to dance unless they played a song we both named at the same time... Not to mention get the bride and groom out there on the dance-floor too.  After more booze it doesn't matter what song is on anymore. I'm too drunk to care/dance to a beat. I'm the first to admit, I'm the whitest MO-fo there. But unlike Fil at least I did my best!!  Towards the end of the night, serbs and croats started the exodus out of the reception and pretty soon only the elite drinkers were left ordering from the bar. I'll give you a guess about who those people were, but we already know. Unfortunately, by the time we made it back to our hotel room there was way too much alcohol consumed by the both of us and passing out was imminent. So as I'm still in my suit and tie laying on the bed she turns over and whispers "I'm not feeling so good" immediately I come out of the coma, hit the bathroom, and puke into the nearest thing that was accessible. Mike- 2 Pizza Boxes- 0 Garbage Bin- 0 Well three good heaves and I'm cleaned out for the night. I have to give it to Pitt though, the 54857 course meal tasted good both times.  So I make it out and ask her if she's okay... no answer... start to get a little frightened at the moment... and then, just as I'm trying to get her off the bed and into the bathroom, kapow. All over the bed, her hair, my arm, so as she finishes regurgitating... a good hour goes to cleanup and needless to say, the bedsheets were a total loss. Bath towels as blankets, the room smelling like puke, her hair... smelling like puke... oh yes ladies and gentlemen. This was one hell of a weekend and it wouldn't have been the same if you weren't there. Thank you... Four Words |
The Greatest Weekend of Their... My.... Our Lives.
| I'll have to admit, this weekend has completely changed my tune when it comes to marriage. I've never been to one that's gone so smoothly... awkwardly... and had that much fun... then again, I've never been obliterated at a wedding reception with a bunch of rowdy canadians either. ...nor with a girl that I've been missing more and more over the past two years. I'm pretty sure she's unaware of this. But the 28th of October was the first time we ever met, and I haven't forgotten a second of that night; I have a feeling I won't forget this weekend either... maybe for reasons just as sentimental, I mean it was the wedding day of Captain Patrick and Vivian Pitt, but (as I may regret admitting this now) were second fiddle to getting to spend time with Allison again. It's just complete fun every time, no matter what kind of trouble we're actually getting into... but this was a great weekend put together by Pitt and if he wasn't the kind of person that'll go that extra mile to make you accomodated and feel just as such, I'm not sure I would've made the trip. He's a leader when the occasion calls for it and he's a friend that has given me some of the best advice over the past couple years I've known him and this weekend was just a re-affirmation of why we keep him around these parts of the interweb. I'm not sure who's the luckier one, Viv or Pat... but just in case Viv's reading... he's the lucky one. more to come when I get more than 3 hours of sleep in a night. Aerosmith - I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing |
Oct 25, 2006
There's Just Something
| weird about watching President Bush talking to reporters about the security and the state of the nation. Not in the weird way that it used to sound like when retardus maximus took office in 2000. But like someone whose objectives have started to make sense over the past few years; I hope it's not making more sense to just me, or else I'm going to need to get my head checked. Maybe it's not that his ideas are making more sense... maybe it's the fact that Democrats are making less sense. Yes, the Republicans are oil tycoons, pedophiles, and completely twisted. But they actually have a plan for the country; even though it's not a good one, it's more than we can say for those tree hugging liberal hippies. But even though he's starting to sound like a leader of a country that is now forced into staying in Iraq to see their government succeed, he's still dodging questions like you could not believe. No matter what, he's gone in 2 years. Then be prepared to punch Jeb into office. Cuz I am NOT voting for Hillary skull-fucking Clinton. Audioslave - Revelations |
Oct 24, 2006
Damn
| Midterm grades are out tomorrow... not looking forward to this. |
Oct 23, 2006
Wait a tick....
Well looks like we have more dirt to dig up on Capital Hill!!The report is another embarrassment for Congressional Republicans, who, three weeks before Election Day, are trying to contain the damage from accusations that former Representative Mark Foley, Republican of Florida, made sexually explicit remarks in e-mail messages to Congressional pages. The report on Mr. Cunningham was made public by Representative Jane Harman of California, the senior Democrat on the Intelligence Committee. So basically what you're telling me is that the Republican party is full of out of touch no good douchebags?? Hm, nice to know we get this out in the public forums sooner rather than later. But oh no, wait, he's in rehab... but that's not going to stop fuckwad from releasing the name of the priest who molested him at a young age. Great, so now it's supposed to be okay when it happened to you first. But going after other underage girls is perfectly fine, especially when you're still "just a victim" Sorry can you repeat that?? Let's keep the trend going then, maybe we should just do away with age of consent laws then. I mean it's not like he went after an altar boy, he actually went for a teenage girl. The Catholic Church frowns upon this despicable man. So what are you going to do now Republicans?? You're fucking things up left and right, you need a scapegoat, point the finger, blow something up, start another crusade, COME UP WITH SOMETHING!!!!! So the something they come up with... is that a democrat paid her hotel bill and tip the door man with campaign funds. That's the best you can do, seriously?? We need to teach the Repubs to come up with better stories!! I'm sorry; you give me $10 and someone carries my luggage for me... then I had them that $10... that's misproper use of funds?? So here we go. Political story of 2006 for the Republicans: Senator abuses teenage interns. Political story of 2006 for the Democrats: Senator tips doorman at a local hotel. Let's keep re-electing those republicans then!! Red Hot Chili Peppers - Readymade |
Oct 22, 2006
The Best Thing to Happen All Week...
Happy birthday tony. |
Oct 20, 2006
Spank my Monkey
Ladies and gentlemen what I'm about to show you is quite graphic... GIVE IT A GO! |
Oct 19, 2006
Uncontrollable Sobbing
| I just deleted my entire music library off my computer... it will be forever gone as soon as I click "OK". gone. My life has taken an unfortunate turn. But hard drive space is precious on a crappy laptop. |
Oct 16, 2006
Reiterate, you stupid emo fucks.
| I wonder when people will realize that the "scene" has become homogeneous. It's full of 14-year-old girls with uneven bangs, black and white striped shirts, and tattered low-top black Chuck Taylors, who swoon over homosexual kissing and pathetic whiny lyrics and overuse the symbols. Their favorite quote is, invariably, "The truth is you could slit my throat and with my one last gasping breath I'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt" because it like, so totally describes their relationship with that one HAWT sophomore who totally ripped their hearts out when they were like, SO in love with him. Their favorite type of music is, of course, "emo, screamo, and hardcore (LMAO...like they even fucking know what real fucking hardcore music is)," three terms which, in their minds, invariably include the bands Taking Back Sunday, Thrice, and Hawthorne Heights. Their AIM screennames often include "x"s, the words "electrikk," "disaster," or some play on their favorite song from their favorite band, you know, the one they saw on MTV like a couple times, but shouldn't be on MTV because they're like, way too emo for that. They take hundreds of black and white pictures with way too much contrast of themselves looking plaintively down at the ground, pointing a gun made of their fingers at their heads, or kissing the camera while displaying their expert application of lip gloss around their labret piercing and the thick dark eyeliner that circles their eyes. They embrace the "dork" that is inside their polished, fashionable exteriors by writing in their LiveJournals or Xangas about how they and their friends had an 'N Sync sing-a-long at one of their sleepovers because, remember, 'N Sync is soooo not popular anymore and they like, sooo wouldn't follow any of the fads of today, so they embrace the fads of yesterday. They adore "retro fashion," meaning anything from the 80's, because they totally used to wear neon colors and big beaded bracelets, even though they were born in, at the earliest, 1988 and remember jack shit about the fashion and culture of the 80's. It's full of "emo boys" who often are difficult to differentiate from "emo girls," who have meaningless tattoos even though they're 15, smoke a lot of cigarettes, drink a lot of hard liquor, and are in some shitty band that plays a couple of gigs in someone's basement because they're "too cool to go mainstream" when really, they just suck. They weigh roughly 90 pounds, wear girls' jeans that hug their asses in just the right places, belts buckled somewhere around the side of their right leg, tight striped 80's style polo shirts or band t-shirts, and skater shoes, even though they don't skate because that's soooo lame. They write awful poetry about the dark abyss of their souls and how the gun is pointed at their heads, the trigger poised to blast away the bloody memories of a failed romance. They cried when Blink-182 broke up, and they have a secret obsession with Avril Lavigne because, like, she really IS kinda hot even though her music totally sucks. They spend more time at the mirror than their female counterparts do, making sure that the long black shock of hair at the front of their heads lies covering one eye just so, that their lip piercing is perfectly placed so that it looks hot when they kiss other boys, that their pants are the right degree of tightness so as not to exude gayness. Emo boys and girls often use the suffix "Xcore" to describe themselves, using a number of adjectives or nouns to accomplish this task. This is a play off hardcore music, or "hXc." Some of these descriptive words include "fashionXcore," "retroXcore," or even "yournamehereXcore." This way of speaking is retarded or nonsensical to everyone else except those "in the scene", but it totally doesn't matter because they're too nonconformistXcore for anyone to truly understand their "scene." They couldn't name a Sunny Day Real Estate or Rites of Spring song if it came up and bit them on their Gap Jeans-clad asses, and they claim to like the Smiths because Jesse Lacey of Brand New said they were cool. Sure, they listen to some new "hardcore" bands, but they're all pretty much the same five bands: 1. Taking Back Sunday 2. Senses Fail 3. Thrice 4. Hawthorne Heights 5. Story of the Year To these promising young firecrackers, music takes a backseat to fashion in their scene of choice. Emo girls just want to kiss emo boys, emo boys just want to kiss other emo boys, and they all want to wear tight pants and take lots of pictures of themselves. End of story. Because honestly? It's electrikk! Whoever wrote this...ABOUT FUCKIN TIME!!!!!!!!! LOL. This is so true it makes me sick! haha. These are my thoughts exactly! The scene sucks...emo is annoying...you dont even have a real reason to be depressed!!!! And you sure as fuck dont listen to real hardcore cuz u couldn't handle it!! You are so trendy its sickening and the funny part is you pretend NOT to be trendy!! haha. I love the pics on myspace that say..."soo trendy in this pic but I'm only doing it to pic on the real trendy kids...(or w/e they say)" LAME! The only way to afford your "fashionXcore" clothes is prolly from your daily allowance from mommy and daddy cuz ur too depressed and emo to get a fuckin job! And if you DO have a job...I bet its at Hot Topic or Zumiez or something like that (yes I shop at those stores but it doesnt look like I stepped right outta the catalog either). Another thing...I dont care HOW hardcore you may think you are...you dont scare me and I could prolly kick your ass anyway...and I can say that without calling myself hardcore. Which makes me think...why do u consider urself hardcore when most of the true hardcore kids want nothing more than to break your face?? I must state tho that emo and hardcore lyrics resemble eachother significantly but still...you piss off most REAL hardcore kids...not those fake poser scene hardcore kids either...this blog includes you in the same category as these emo kids. Yes...I listen to some emo music....but the difference between me and you is that I DONT slit my wrists because the "world is just so unfair boo hoo boo hoo" while listening to my hawthorne heights cd (cuz my bf/gf left me cuz he/she couldnt stand my depressed self any longer) in the dark with candles lit, sitting on my bed in the corner and writing shitty lyrics/poetry which noone wants to read anyway!! YOU MOST LIKELY HAVE NOTHING TO BE DEPRESSED ABOUT!!! For the ppl who truly do have depression...they can't stand you cuz you only pretend to be depressed for attention...which is really fucked up and you need to get ur head checked! So basically...emo kids...my advice to you is to evaluate the reason WHY you have become emo and think about how superficial you really are. Get a fuckin life and quit pretending to be suicidal cuz if you truly want to kill yourself you would have already! So quit tellin ppl you tried cuz its bullshit! You wouldn't live to tell about it if you really tried! END OF STORY!!!! |
Oct 13, 2006
Ruins
 So I went to work for the first time in almost 2 weeks. Way to go. I owe a shitload of money, saving for a roadtrip, and I pull a bonehead move like that, I'm proud. So on the way out of the building and out into the parking lot I was blasted with cold air, looked up and just the flag silhoutted against the cloudy sky and all of a sudden I realized what I was missing the most. Of all the people/places/things I wanted to happen in my life; it was just to be back on those nights walking, everywhere and anywhere, simply without purpose, direction or care, with her.  Walking through the woods, parking lots, dorms, driving to the middle of nowhere and watching the stars, sunrise, being happy. The Spill Canvas - Himerus and Eros |
Oct 11, 2006
Useless
| So after Brandon finally made a new post and I actually went around reading a few blogs I've come to a startling conclusion. Shut the fuck up and don't speak unless spoken to. Now, it seems that most of you fuckers have forgotten what I'm all about here: I make fun of everything and everyone that deserves it. Pissing people off is a fine art that is vastly underappreciated. I'd like to think I've covered all my bases, from Ricky Martin, emo kids, Scott Stapp, U2, Dave Matthews Band, all you bloggers, political figures around the world, and a few random incidents of national security here and there. But here's something that get's my brain baking. Retards. No no, not the special ed. I have no problem with them, they can window lick all day for all I care, but at least they're good for a cheap laugh or two. But no, instead we get people who can't even suck the dick of life to keep their own head out of their own ass. For instance, emo kids think they're extra-special because they think themselves to be worthless, which they are, but sitting there for your entire high school career looking and threatening to kill yourself is just no way to live. Either do it, or shut the fuck up and move on. I'm sorry that you have to wait until Christmas to get a new video game system, but mommy and daddy both have jobs and don't care what you're doing with your free time; that is until you get caught making meth in your tub... but that's an entirely different story. The purpose of this post is to make something very clear. I've been called emo enough to realize what it is, what people think about it, and the bullshit that surrounds it. I was explicitly called out for it many times by Chad, Pitt, Apoc, and the final one added to the list is Sunshine. Do I have a problem with any of them? No. Do I let them know when they're on the emo side as well?? You bet. So when I've yet to get the latter back for her emo bashing, and an opportunity comes along, I'm going to take it. Some of you may recall Elvis Presley,the king of Rock&Roll. The Beatles, the kings of Pop (until some child molester took that title). Dashboard Confessional, co-kings of EMO MUSIC (my chemical romance is up there too). Now then, I do believe someone used a lyric as a heading for her latest post. So I let her know, just as she let me know. But some loudmouth cunt has to open her mouth again. I seriously thought we were past this point, I mean Pee Wee's Playhouse is more entertaining than reading her comments. I've had 17 teeth pulled in my life so far, all of them have been far more painful, exciting, and fun to go through than to read what she writes. I swear to god the reason I've never been happier to see comments removed from a website is from Matt Good's. I'd read the thing and run into the word "ignorant" just about every time anyone wanted to describe a U.S. citizen. I'm sorry, but after so long I'm just not going to care. Do you even know what ignorance is? I'm pretty sure you can define igorance for me, but do you really know what it is to be ignorant? I suggest a mirror check. Let's figure this out, called a cynical bitch by just about everyone. Was rather rude when I was undeserving of such treatment. I give a word of advice in a time where it really should have been given by more than just me. But no, not even then am I given just a little bit of respect. Apparently not being in my later 20's, not being Canadian, not sharing the same enthusiasm for fuck-all-who-cares makes me a bad friend/blogger/person. But at least I share who I am and I'm not embarassed of who I am, where I came from, what I've said, what I've done. I've let people know of my trials and tribulations throughout my life and I've been called numerous things because of it; I've yet to really care what anyone else thinks about those aspects of me. But you're so fucking scared of people thinking something that differs from your point of view it's just easier to call them stupid, moronic, ignorant. Smart decision. You're just as bigoted as the right wing baptist motherfuckers who feel no remorse for the kids dieing in this war. You're just as bigoted as a government that refuses to address it's fundamental flaws and corruption. You're just on the other side of the fence. Too chicken-shit to take a chance with anything. Too big of a wimp to take life as it comes and brush off what you cannot change; and dwell too long on those things. I'll continue to be ignorant. I'll continue to poke fun and to have a good time. I'll continue to be me while you're too scared to be you. Mudvayne - All That You Are |
Oct 9, 2006
Random Random Random
| After a ship sank in the ocean, three men ended up stranded in a lifeboat. They floated around for days without food or water. One afternoon a bottle floated up to the boat. The men grabbed the bottle and when they pulled the cork out of the bottle, a genie appeared. 'I'll grant each of you a single wish,' said the genie. 'I wish I was home,' said the first man. Then, poof! He disappeared. 'I wish I was home, too,' said the second man. Poof! He disappeared too. The third man looked around. 'Gee, I'm kind of lonely,' he said. 'I wish my friends were here with me.' Two morons stand on a cliff with their arms outstretched. One has some bungies lined up on each arm; the other has parrots lined up on his arms. After a couple of minutes, they both leap off the cliff and fall to the ground. Laying next to each other in intensive care at the hospital, one moron says to the other, "I don't think much of this bungie jumping." The other moron replies, "Yeah, I'm not too keen on this paragliding either." Two morons were working on a house. The one who was nailing down siding would reach into his nail pouch, pull out a nail and either toss it over his shoulder or nail it in. The other nut, figuring this was worth looking into, asked, "Why are you throwing those nails away?" The first explained, "If I pull a nail out of my pouch and it's pointed TOWARD me, I throw it away 'cause it's defective. If it's pointed toward the HOUSE, then I nail it in!" The second got completely upset and yelled, "You MORON!!! The nails pointed toward you aren't defective! They're for the OTHER side of the house!!" Enjoy your day off. Interpol - Evil |
Oct 6, 2006
30 Things I Learned from Porn
| 1. Women wear high heels to bed. 2. Men are never impotent. 3. When going down on a woman 10 seconds is more than satisfactory. 4. If a woman gets busted masturbating by a strange man, she will not scream with embarrassment, but rather insist he have sex with her. 5. Women smile appreciatively when men splat them in the face with sperm. 6. Women enjoy having sex with ugly, middle-aged men. 7. Women moan uncontrollably when giving a blowjob. 8. Women always orgasm when men do. 9. A blowjob will always get a woman out of a speeding ticket. 10. All women are noisy cummers. 11. People in the 70's couldn't cum unless there was a wild guitar solo in the background. 12. Those tits are real. 13. A common and enjoyable sexual practice for a man is to take his half-erect penis and slap it repeatedly on a woman's butt. 14. Men always groan "OH YEAH!" when they cum. 15. If there is two of them they "high five" each other. (and the girl isn't disgusted!) 16. Double penetration makes women smile. 17. Asian men don't exist. 18. If you come across a guy and his girlfriend having sex in the bushes,the boyfriend won't bash seven shades of shit out of you if you shove your cock in his girlfriend's mouth. 19. There's a plot. 20. When taking a woman from behind, a man can really excite her by giving her a gentle slap on the butt. 21. Nurses suck patients cocks. 22. Men always pull out. 23. When your girlfriend busts you getting head from her best friend, she'll only be momentarily pissed off before fucking the both of you. 24. Women never have headaches... or periods. 25. When a woman is sucking a man's cock, it's important for him to remind her to "suck it". 26. Assholes are clean. 27. A man ejaculating on a womans butt is a satisfying result for all parties concerned. 28. Women always look pleasantly surprised when they open a man's trousers and find a cock there. 29. When standing during a blowjob, a man will always place one hand firmly on the back of the kneeling woman's head and the other proudly on his hip. 30. Dorky guys never have to beg. |
Oct 5, 2006
The Ultimate Outlook on Life (2nd time around)
| Voting's over, 12-11, no haircut for me!! Here's to something that I still read and hold myself accountable to: Life sucks, always. So make the most of it. Do what you know is right for yourself, and you will have done everybody else as much good as you are obligated. Doing what's best for you is, in the long run, doing what's best for those you influence. You are not everybody else. If you try to be everybody else, you will end up still being yourself and wishing more than ever that you weren't. The Universe is in a constant state of almost making sense. If you try to make total sense of it and fail, you will just end up frustrated, confused, and with less time on your hands than you had when you started. If you succeed, you're God. If the Universe made total sense, it would get boring very, very quickly. Generally pissing people off is dumb. Pissing off small groups of people who could honestly use a good pissing-off and receiving a genuine sense of satisfaction from this act is pretty cool. Anything which is absolutely impossible to credibly argue against by its very nature is by its very nature bullshit. Don't do anything that you wouldn't do, and furthermore don’t take anything seriously. Silvertide - Heartstrong |
Oct 4, 2006
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