Fuck Yes

Finally...

I'm getting a new computer! Fuck you lame ass G3 iMac. I'm getting a 17 in. iMac G4! Yesssssss. It owns your soul. :D :D :D

Dalyce is leaving for New Jersey. She's going to be gone for almost a month. I'm bringing her to the airport tomorrow. I'm gonna miss that girl so much... :(

I have to work today. They tried to get me to work yesterday, but it was my planned last day with Dalyce, so I told those bastards no. Work sucks... I don't even stock anymore. It's bullshit. They moved the stock crew to working in the middle of the night. I have to be 18 to do that. So I'm fucking stuck in Winn Dixie No Man's Land detailing the aisles and fucking sweeping and mopping. The bitch work. It's bullshit. Fuck them. By the time I'm 18, I'll have a raise, and I'll be eligible for benefits, and my top secret project will be raking in money for me. So... All is well in Matthew Land.

What a Day Yesterday...

So... I left my house at about 4. I started driving on the main road in my town, and I passed a cop. I was speeding, going 40 in a 25. So I was like 'Fuck...' and I had a feeling he was gonna turn around and come after me so I used my quick goat thinking and make a quick right down a side rode. I went down to the end of that road and then I made a left onto a road that it adjacent to the main road. Then I made a left, went down that road, and came back out to that main rode that I was originally on. So I was like 'Ok I'm all good'. So I started driving again and that same fucking cop was coming the same way again and this time he caught me and pulled me over. He did turn around, but he didn't see me so he turned back around and then he caught me speeding again... Yeah, it was gay. So he comes up to my window and I pulled the honestly tactic on him. I'm like 'Hey, ya caught me' and he says 'You were going 38 in a 25', and I said 'Yeah... I know... what can I say? You caught me.' So I gave him my license and registration and he goes to his car, comes back hands me a piece of paper and he says 'Alright I'm gonna give you a warning' and I say 'Thanks man, I really appreciate that'. Then he replies with: 'Well I appreciate honesty'. So...

After that, the cop asks if me if I have anything illegal in the car. I say '...No' and then he asked me if he could check. But... I did have my cigarettes in the car though, and I'm not 18, I am 17. So, thinking that he could make that warning a big ass fine, I decide to make his job easy. I'm like sure no problem, even though my 4th amendment right says that I don't have let him search shit. I decided to take my chances. So he made me get out and go near his car. Now I'm thinking 'Man... This is lame'. Then this other motherfucking cocksucker cop comes up, and he starts talking to me. At this point I'm pissed off. How many fucking faggot pigs does it take to deal with a very cooperative 17 year old? So this second dicksucker cop asks 'How are you doing' and I say 'I just got pulled over... Dow do ya think I'm doing?'. He laughed. Then this fuck asks me 'Can I search you?' This fucking pissed me off. This fag just pulls up a minute before this guy started searching my car and wants to give me a fucking hard time? So anyways, he asks me, and I'm like 'Uhm... You're pushing it now. I know that I didn't even have to let that officer search my car, but now you want to search me?' I decided to cooperate. I didn't want to be a pain in the ass because I knew they were going to find my cigarettes. So this fucking cocksucker makes me put my god damn hands on the car, like a black man in Compton, and he searches me. While he is doing this though, I'm giving him a hard time making him feel like an imbecile. I say 'You know, I do have my limits, and I believe this search is unreasonable... But I'm gonna make your day easier because I know that you're just doing your job.'. I was bullshitting. This fuck wasn't doing his job, he was harassing a kid in a beanie, who looks like a punk. So anyways, this fag finds nothing of course, and then he asked me to take off my beanie... I then said 'Come on... can't you just pat it?' It was rather funny... So he did and then he asked me if I had anything in my shoes. It was drizzling out, so I said 'Would you like me to take off my shoes and dance in the rain for you?' Haha it was great. This guy was a bitch though, he pissed me off. He also did a fucking horrible job searching me. But the nice guy, who was searching my car during all that time found my cigarettes. And he took them and he's like 'These aren't yours right' and he gave me that little smile/look and I'm like 'Nope' he said 'Well I have to take them anyways. Sorry'. So I said 'Hey no problem' and he's like 'Alright sir, have a nice day'. I then shook his hand, thanked him for treating me with respect, and got in my car. I then drove home to get another pack of cigarettes... Hahaha.

The End.

I also went to the mall yesterday and bought 4 new outfits. My dad hooked me up with some money. I look good in black. I need more black pants. Argh.

Eating My Soul

I have a rather funny story to tell from yesterday. I'll blog all about it tomorrow. I would right now but, this fucking ulcer is eating my soul. It blows. Tune in next time... Same Sick time (not really), same Sick channel (address?).

On a side note...
Fuck chocoloate pudding, I'm upset with it at the moment for classifed reasons.

iSight

I really want one of these. Very badly. It would make picture taking fun again. Mmmm, it's so sexy. God dammit. I need money. The top secret project is not moving along as fast as I wish it would... but that's just because of my own laziness. ;)

Strom Thurman Dies at 100

So long you racist pedophile fuck. 100 years... why can't decent people live that long? Like fucking Albert Einstein. Pisses me off...

Read about the cocksucker here, and try to avoid the sensationalistic bullshit.

Another Weblog...

I spent my day today making a Weblog for my best friend Ed. For those who don't know, I've known Ed for about a decade and he pretty much lives at my god damn house. He's watched me make at least 5 full websites... For me, for my girlfriend Dalyce, for a Clan, for a top secret project, etc... So I figured I owed him one. We designed it together. It was a joint project, he used his head, and I used my mighty graphix/html skillz. Check out The Vortex.

The Hunt For a New Computer

I need a new computer. Badly. I simply cannot fucking stand running Jaguar on this G3 anymore. I need a G4. I have the chance. Apple is running a special, with approved credit, you can get a new computer financed with no payments until 2004. By this time, I would have lots of hours at work, plus I would have a nice sexy income with my top secret project. I can afford it then, and I need it now. It's perfect. My mom has shitty credit though, so does my dad. My only option is my Grandma. Hopefully my mom can get her to do it for me.

How do ya like my custom little Sick phrases up above the navagation? Hehehe I love em. I'm thinking about letting friends who visit the site submit their own. I think that would be cool. Well I'm off to go make a weblog template for my friend Ed. I never stop.

The New Sick.Net

Woo. Finally, it has come. Pretty god damn sexy isn't it? Yessss it is. :) I finished the general layout of the site about 5 days ago. Then I ran into all these fucking color problems. Certain colors were not displaying properly, and edging on my graphics were a different color then the bg. It was a biiiiig mess. But I managed to fix it. The main focus of this site is going to be my rants, and my blogs. That's that. I'll get around to throwing up the other sections in no time.

Work had me pretty busy for a while. But basically, to make a long story short, *pops some Skittles in my mouth*, the job I was doing is now being done in the middle of the night. I can't work in the middle of the night until I'm 18 because of lame ass child labor laws. So now I'm doomed to a shitty 30 bucks a week. Oh, did I mention that when I was working 24+ hours a week, making 120 a week, I bought a car? Yeppp. Long story there too, that I don't feel like telling. I obviously can't afford my payments, so like I loser, my mom is forced to pay for it. I'm not breaking a sweat though. She's going to help me until I can get my top secret project off the ground, which should be flying through the air soon. ;) Hehehe.

I wrote a rant about taking a shit like, a month ago. Never posted it. I become bored with my site, and when I made the original site, I didn't make it easy to add things. Now I've got it set up so posting a rant is nowhere near as tedious. That's all for now. Expect me to be blogging at least once a day, but more then likely more much than that. Peace!