My Car... Goodbye

I finally decided to take some pics of my car. I'm planning on pimping it out hardcore. I'm looking at a few body kits at www.sharkracing.com. I'm also going to pimp out the interior like people do on www.cardomain.com. I've got lots of ideas. I look forward to pimping my sexy little Japanese car out.

I'm taking it down to Orlando today. Family vacation to Disney. Staying at the All Star Music Resort. It's gonna be good shit. I'll be back Saturday night. Peace the fuck out.

Work Ranting

Ya know, I'm so fucking fed up with this god damn place I work at. We're not allowed to talk while we're working now. Because of one little fucking moron. It's bullshit. We're being treated like kindergardeners. It is bullshit. I pray to Allah and Jesus and Buddha too that that fucking place catches fire in the middle of the night. I wouldn't be surprised either, fucking fire hazards everywhere.

>:)

Teehee

Pirates of The Caribbean

Fucking ruled. That movie was so bad ass. I've always thought pirates were bad ass. When I was younger, our family would goto Disney every summer. I always loved that god damn ride. Yo ho ho hoooo a pirate's life for meeee. I loved it. Although, I didn't like the fact that Jack, the main character, acted like a flamer the whole god damn time. Yes, I understand he was a charismatic pirate and all, but come on... It was way too much. He was a god damn butt pirate. Nonetheless, it was still a cool ass movie. I highly recommend it. I don't go see movies too often. Why goto a theater when I can watch I can download it on Kazaa? Exactly.

Null

I did absolutely nothing today.

The End.

Lots of News... Lots of Rage... Lots of Updates

Got a lot to talk about today. First of all, I looked at my hit counter and I said 'Holy shit'. See... I got hired as an internet reporter over at wrestling-edge.com. I report news, and after every news article I post, I get to plug whatever the fuck I want. I plugged this site after a post, and I got like 40 hits in 2 days. Pretty fucking decent if you ask me. All these other homo reporters on that site make me sick. When they plug something, they will make the link say something like 'Oh my god! Stephanie McMahon naked in the shower! Click HERE for pics!'. Meanwhile, when you click the link, it leads ya to their homosexual wrestling site that only reports the same fucking news that wrestling-edge reports. It's ridiculous. It really makes me sick. If you want people going to your site, honesty works much better. Ya know what the link to my site said? 'TheSick.Net - Unlimit Yourself. That's it. That's a foreign concept to these jack offs. I bet they said 'Holy shit, someone is not misleading the news hounds to goto their site?!' Whatever. Honestly you fucks. You make yourselves and myself bad when you do that lame shit.

In other news, I went to Orlando yesterday. Well actually the day before. Friday. My girlfriend Dalyce came home from New Jersey, and I picked her up from the airport. I'm glad she's back, I was missing her greatly. For those who can't read between the lines, this is my 'kiss her ass hardcore for not talking about her at all last week' paragraph. :P

I'm going to Disney World in Orlando on Thursday for a little family vacation. Woo. Disney fucking rocks. I don't care how old you are, it is still the shit. Remember the magic? Fuck yeah I do. I'll be gone Thursday and Friday, and I'll get home late Saturday night. I'm looking forward to it. I really need a getaway.

Oh by the way, I'm hoping for a brutal death of this new fucking assistant manager at the store I work at. Eugene. You motherfucking cocksucker. He's a fucking prick bitch. Constantly talking down to me like I'm some sort of mindless Winn-Dixie drone. Who the fuck does he think he is? I know this guys fucking type. He's a big fucking geek. I'm not talking computer geek, because they don't exist anymore. I mean a complete fucking geeky bastard. Magic The Gathering, Lord of The Rings, god knows what else. He's a fucking fag. Next time he commands me what to do, or talks down to me, I'm going to spit in his fucking face and stab him in the neck with my box cutter.

One more thing... Pics section is up. Go look at me, and all of my coolness. After looking at my pics section, you will promptly realize that I am the coolest person alive. Fuck the Fonz. I own him in the cool department, baby.

Rants Section Up

I finally converted the old pages to the new ones and threw them up. Made some minor improvements too. It's all good shit. I also added a sweet ass intro song to my site. It's 'Placebo' by Swift. They're a band from North Carolina. A big sacred secret in that area. They fucking own your asshole.

I'll post a new rant maybe tomorrow. My co-manager called me today, and woke me up, and tried to get me to come in. Fuck that shit. Some cocksucker didn't come in today, so they're gonna try and pull the person they know is sick and who sleeps all day except when he has to work. They know my sleeping schedule, they know the way I work. Whatever. Fuck those cocksuckers. I want to burn that fucking place down to the motherfucking ground.

Winn Dixie Sucks

Yesterday I woke up, and I felt like shit. I got this cold that keeps coming and going. I feel good one day then like shit the next. Zicam is should a good cold remedy. I love that shit.

I went to get my paycheck at work, and then me, Ed, and Chris, the crew, went to McDonald's. Fun shit. Throwing ketchup packets at eachother. I saw a chick from work there talking to someone. I didn't say anything to her. The manager at that McDonald's always fucks with me. She's great. Like when I ask for ketchup she'll be like 'No.' Then I'll say 'Pleeeeease'. It's fun.

To the shit talking now. Fucking Winn-Dixie. This place that I work at is a fucking joke. They have over 1,200 stores in 12 states. They are a publicaly traded company on the NYSE, and it's amazing just how much they suck. It's their business. It's horrible. They could fill in so many gaps and make themselves so much better, but they don't. Ya know why? Because the managers don't give a shit either. They're just happy they're a manager, they're glad they don't gotta do the shit that I do anymore. They don't give a shit about making the store better. This new manager at my store... Jeremy. I happen to think he's a cocksucker. He's a young guy, and he tries to do a good job. But... He's a horrible boss. A good boss will tell you when you do a good job, and when you do a bad job. He will be personalbe. He will say 'Hey Matt'. Not just walk by you as if you're just another Winn-Dixie drone. He likes to get on me about shaving my beard. It's not my fault this cocksucker has beard envy. Company dress code is bullshit. I really truly believe that not one customer would give a shit about me having a small beard. It's fucking stupid. I officially own the domain www.winndixiesucks.org. Some fucking cocksucker has winndixiesucks.com. It's not even being used. It's parked. Fucking pisses me off. I plan on making a nice anti Winn Dixie website. To deal with my hate for work. As soon as I turn 18, I'm looking for someone else. This job isn't for me. I am way above it.

High IQ + Leader Personality = Big Sick Ego

I took an IQ test the other day on www.emode.com. Just to make something clear... This is an actual IQ test. Not a fucking lame ass quizilla quiz. It is a test. I took a lot of IQ tests when I was in school. I remember they made me take my first one when I was in kindergarden. Heh. I was a genius then too! Well anyways, I took one the other day, and I got a 131. Let me explain some things. IQ tests are not based around how much knowledge you have. Your IQ is based upon how well you are able to reason and solve problems. The average IQ is 100. Having a 131 IQ puts me in the 2-3 percentile. That basically means, my intellect, intuition, and intelligence is greater than 97-98% of the world's population. God damn, I'm the man. For those who think I'm bullshitting, click here.

After taking this nice reliable test, I started looking around for more scientific/reliable/non ghetto tests. I took a real personality test. I took a personality test based on the enneagram. I am an 8: The Leader. Read all about it here. Check out all the other famous people/characters who are also 8's/Leaders. I am in some good god damn company. This makes me happy. I'm a leader, and I have a superior IQ. Fuck you all, I shall take over the world with my skills that I was born with. My mind. This just confirms that my goals of becoming successful, that I blogged about a few days ago will be completed.

Oh by the way, what do you think of the new TheSick.Net? I fucking love it. It's perfect now. Lemme know what you think. eMail me, or IM me. I also suggest taking the Enneagram personality test and letting me know what you are. Peace.

Random Babbling

I have realized something. Any, and everything in life that requires you to wear a uniform sucks. Everything. Wether it's work, the military, boy scouts, or an underground bondage club, it is not good.

Although, I have thought of a few exceptions. Like those people who dress up as characters at Disney World. Is that a uniform though? They don't walk around all day like that. I think you'd call that a costume. But there are many exceptions.

I was actually in boy scouts for a while. This was around the same time I was in karate. In fact, me and my life long friend Ed went to both together as kids. My mom and his mom were really involved in it. I can remember 2 interesting stories from both.

This one time, I had to go straight from baseball practice to cub scouts. Yes, it was actually called cub scouts now that I think about it. Anywho, I had just got out of baseball practice, so I still had my cleats on. I was about 10-12. There was this big fat shit talking cocksucker named James Donahue. I used to make fun of him a lot, but he deserved it because he fucked with people under him, and that was my basis to fucking with him. So on this particular day, he decided to talk shit about my mom. We were outside, and this kid tells me about it. I see him, he's at a distance of about 30 feet. So I literally ran at this fat fuck as fast as I could, slowed down when I approached him, and stuck him directly in his fucking neck with a jumping back roundhouse kick. I had my cleats on too. It was incredibly beautiful. Then I proceeded to pound the fuck out of him until we were broken up. Ahh, good times. How I miss a good fight.

Another, less entertaining story I am reminded of is one day at Karate. I got finished early, so I went outside. But Ed still wasn't finished. So i was just sitting on this little ledge behind the door waiting for my mom to come out. She finally does, and I hear this woman talking to her about Me and Ed. She said something like 'Why do you let your kids act that way in public?' Some stupid shit like that. I don't even remember what the fuck we were doing, but obviously this ignorant cunt thought Ed was my brother. What a dumb bitch. If I was who I am now back then, I would have given her a round house kick directly to her fucking skull. Fucking dyke bitch.

Enough nostalgia. Peace.

American Idle Sucks

Fans of American Idle star 'Clay' petitioning recount

Get a fucking life you pathetic cock lovers. I mean seriously. Harassing the FCC because you happen to think that this Clay homo was supposed to win? Seriously, get a fucking life. Even if they did rig this thing so the other fag would win, what the fuck is the FCC supposed to do about it? They do not govern contests. That's what it is by the way. A silly little contest. That's like you going to a friends house to play a game of Monopoly. You suspect they're cheating, so you call the... police. Haha, give me a fucking break. Fuck clay, and fuck that english fag too.

Site updates

I'm changing the colors of this layout. Dark grey sucks. I really can't stand it. The reason I picked it in the first place was because drop shadows look good on it. I'm changing the grey to white, and that header up there is way too boxy. I'm gonna round it up a bit.

Also... I'm going to write a new rant tonight, and add the rants section. Converting the page from the old site is a pain in the ass. But oh well.

I rented The Recruit and Sum of All Fears. Both long, CIA based movies. Ben Affleck is a queer. I don't think I spelled his name right, but that's ok. Fuck him. Morgan Freeman is the fucking man. My favorite actor. The Recruit is a fucking great movie. Rent it.

Peace.

Venting About My Past, Present, and Future

Everyone eventually comes to one point in their life. They realize they are unhappy. This happens with everyone. If it doesn't, then that more than likely means they're a drugged out mentally empty living pile of flesh and bones, or someone who will inevitably do absolutely nothing with their life and eventually end up living on the streets sucking cock for food money.

I came to this point about a year ago. I was 16. I realized I was terribly unhappy with the way my life was going. I wanted things. Things to make me happy. Things I had no money to buy. Sure, I could ask my mom for 5 bucks to get a value meal at McDonald's, but that's not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about the beginning of my adult life. The prelude. The pain everyone goes through before they jump into this fucked place.

I realized what I needed was a job. After looking, trying, and filling out applications for about 7 months, I was finally able to land a job at Winn-Dixie. My brother had connections there and I got hooked in. 2 Months later, I find myself with a 2000 Hyundai Accent GL, a brand new 17 inch iMac G4, and I'm working about 2 days a week, making around 60 bucks a week. For those who don't know, this fucking sucks. I'm in financial hell already, and I'm not even 18.

I don't care as much as I should though. I don't let the stress bother me. I can't. Stress kills, ask any doctor. This is the guy who had an ulcer at age 12. So, that makes me well qualified to simply say 'Fuck stress'. I got what I want. The 3 main things I wanted were this car I have, this computer I have, and a Gothic Gibson Les Paul then I don't have... yet.

But no matter how hard I try, the stress still gets me. It's not enough. These things I acquire to bring me happiness, it's not enough. I know what I really want. I want success. I want recognition for the skills and over all creative genius that I know is in me. I will have it. This will one day fuel these things that make me happy. These cars, these computers, and these guitars.

I don't want one car. I don't want one computer, and I don't want one guitar. I want as many as I want. I want the ability to see something and buy it without worrying. I will have this ability one day. It's simply impossible for me not to have it. Failing at this just isn't built into me. I've known this since I can remember. Maybe that fucking Richie Rich movie I watched as a kid brain washed me. Or maybe it was that one where that kid gets the blank check. Either way, success shall be mine. The Sick will go on to bigger and better things. Working at Winn-Dixie is the prelude to my success. Everyone has to start low. If you don't, then you'll be out of touch. Everyone will know my name one day. For those reading now, consider yourselves lucky. Remember the name, remember the words, and watch the transition. I'm 17, I'm a metal kid/entrepreneur/web designer/graphics artist/musician/writer. Think about. I've still got another 60 years to live. I've really accomplished so much in 17 years, and most of it isn't even documented anywhere on this website. Is it possible that I won't be successful in life? I think not.

What The Fuck?

It seems like I'm going to be doing something new... At least for a little bit. Yesterday, while at work, I was approached by this man. He walks up to me, and asks me... 'Have you ever considered modeling?' I kid you not. My first thought was 'What The Fuck?' Hence the title. I'm still saying what the fuck. Anyways, this guy is damn near begging me, but I am very insistently telling this guy 'NO' 'It's not my thing man... Sorry.' He's starting to piss me off at this point... Until he tells me how much I'd be making. He says 'Well you would be making union wage, which is 75 an hour'. My fucking jaw dropped. 75 FUCKING DOLLARS AN HOUR That is 2 1/2 times what I make working one day. He told me that he is doing a 2004 catalog for some clothing company, I forget the brand. He said it was old navy type clothing. Fucking unreal. So I'm gonna give this guy a call tomorrow and see what's up. He gave me his card. This is all fucking weird... Me, a model? What the fuck?

What The Fuck?

It seems like I'm going to be doing something new... At least for a little bit. Yesterday, while at work, I was approached by this man. He walks up to me, and asks me... 'Have you ever considered modeling?' I kidd you not. My first thought was 'What The Fuck?' Hence the title. I'm still saying what the fuck. Anyways, this guy is damn near begging me, but I am very insistently telling this guy 'NO' 'It's not my thing man... Sorry.' He's starting to piss me off at this point... Until he tells me how much I'd be making. He says 'Well you would be making union wage, which is 75 an hour'. My fucking jaw dropped. 75 FUCKING DOLLARS AN HOUR That is 2 1/2 times what I make working one day. Fucking unreal. So I'm gonna give this guy a call tomorrow and see what's up. He gave me his card. This is all fucking weird... Me, a model? What the fuck?