OZZFEST MOTHERFUCKERS

I'm going to Ozzfest on the 28th. For free. I also have...

 

 

 

 

 

BACK STAGE PASSES

Where I got them, is a secret for now. Buttttt, I got them cuz I'm hooked up real nicely. :D

So, let me review the fucking bad ass bands that I will meet next Thursday.

I will not be meeting my favorite band Nothingface, because they decided to drop off for unknown reasons. That cuts me deep, but it's all good since I just met them.

I'll be meeting Endo again, those guys are decent except that faggot guitarist who better watch his fucking self.

Chimaira. Oh... My... God. Chimaira. Oh how I love this fucking band. This excites me greatly. Mmmm...

Killswitch Engage. One of the most original bands that has come out of the woodward in a long time. They have their own distinct style that I fucking love. Can't wait to meet those guys.

Shadows Fall... Ehh, I like 1 or 2 songs.

Disturbed... :'( Finally, I will get to meet one of my idols. David Draiman. I've came so close to meeting him twice. I took a picture of him in his Limo at a private Korn show I went to in NYC. That was real close. That pic is in the live shots section btw. I love Disturbed, and I'm going to dry hump all of them.

Korn. My bosses. I work for them, and after 5 years of loving their (first 4 CDs) music, I will get to meet those guys. That'll be the icing on a fucking beautiful cake. The band that started my love for metal. I get to meet em. I GET TO FUCKING MEET THEM.

Oh shit I'm euphoric. I need to go smile some more. :D

Freddy Vs Jason

I went to see Freddy Vs Jason with my girlfriend this weekend. Seeing the fucking movie in the first place was a quest in and of itself.

This is the policy of both Regal Cinemas in my area. If you're 17, you are allowed to get into a rated R movie. However, all people with you must be 17 as well. This is such bullshit. However, if you have a guardian with you, then you can be 10 and get into the movie. It just doesn't make sense. I'm 17, my girlfriend is (a very mature sophomore) 15. Because of this, I had to have my mom drive 15 minutes to the fucking faggot theater to buy our tickets. It's bullshit. I could walk right into Blockbuster and rent a rated R movie, but oh no, god forbid I hear the word 'fuck' or see someone decapitated, or see blood and murder. I mean, I could just turn on my TV, and put on any national news network and see that.

So, after finally getting into the fucking movie, without noticing, we were seated directly in front of an entire family, accompanied by 3 small children under the age of 11 I'd say. So, my 15 (almost 16) year old girlfriend can't see a few pairs of tits, which she has by the way. I mean, how shocking and corruptive for a female to see fat, wrapped with skin, with a circlular bulls-eye like object in the center, on the front of each. I mean, if she didn't see those dirty dirty parts of her body every time she showered or changed her clothes, then maybe I would see the corruptive factor of the skin wrapped fat attached to the chest. These objects can definitely trigger dirty dirty sinful thoughts.

So anyways, they will allow these little 11 year old shits in the theater as long as their ignorant parents are with them, but not my girlfriend. It's fucking inane. Those little fucking shits wouldn't shut the fuck up either. It was pissing me the fuck off. I was seriously considering beating each of them in the face with my shoe. Fucking fags.

The movie it self was fucking wonderful. I love nothing more than seeing decapitation, a good power struggle, a good mind fuck, violent rampages, and blood... Blood... I love violence, and this movie truly made my day fucking great.

Sean Waltman aka X Pac Is a Cocksucker

I'm pretty fucking pissed off at the moment. Joanie Laurer, aka Chyna filed a restraining order against that little cocksucker Sean Waltman aka X-Pac because he beat her, ripped out her hair, threatened to kill her, and himself for that matter. You can read the article here or you can read my news post about it on Wrestling-Edge.com about it here. What a piece of fucking shit. I would say that I do hope he kills himself, but I know that he has children. I do however hope he gets mauled to the point of near death by a rabid pit bull. I'm really pissed off about this. I need to write a rant. Yes, I do. I'll begin writing one now, because I don't want to spoil a perfect opportunity to write a nice fucking pissed off rant. Expect that soon, it'll be good good shit. :)

Fuck Off

Fuck you. I hate everyone.

I gotta drive to a Blockbuster 15 minutes away so I can rent Star Wars: Knights of The Old Republic. Fucking bastards at the one near me don't have it still. One was due back today but some little shit didn't bring it back.

I'd really like to stab someone in the neck right now. I have a lot of anger in me today. I don't know why. I woke up in a good mood. Oh well. Peace.

Bitching At The Boss And Opportunities

The more time that passes during a blog drought, the harder it becomes to blog. It's weird...

Anyways, today was a very eventful day. Let me set something up for you. I have a very strict routine that gets me through my shitty days at work. I clock in at work at 4:00 PM. I take a 15 minute break at 6:00, and I take my lunch at 8:00, and then I leave at 10:30.

So today, I walk to the back room to clock out to take my break at 6. I've been taking my 6:00 break every day since I've worked there. Eugene, one of the assistant managers at the grocery store I work at who was transferred there about a month ago, is in the back room. I clock out for my break. He sees me do this. He's watched me do it on at least 2 occasions before this. For some reason today, he decides to be a prick to me about it. It is not uncommon at all for him to be a prick to anyone, but I usually get a decent amount of respect from him. More then most. So he starts trying to tell me that I can't take them anymore. I say to him "I've been taking them long before you were even here. It's part of my daily routine, I always get all of my work done so I don't see why it's even an issue". He then basically says that he doesn't give a shit. He says after 4 hours of work I'm either required to take a 15 minute paid break or a 30 minute unpaid lunch. So I then say "So you're telling me that I can't take 15's anymore right?" and he says "Yes, that's what I'm telling you." And he fucking says it in his 'I'm the boss I can do what I want' kinda way. It fucking pissed me off so I say "Alright then, ya know what, whatever. I'm fed up with shit anyway. I'm telling you right now, I'm giving you my 2 weeks notice. I fucking done". That's pretty much exactly what I said to this fuck. I fucking storm out of the back room and he calls me back in. I stop and think hmmm... walk or see what he has to say. So I go back in there, and he goes into full out ass kissing mode. I didn't, and still don't understand why exactly he went into ass kissing mode. I didn't think my skills were that valuable to him or the store for that matter, but apparently they are. We came to an agreement that I wouldn't quit and he would get me back on the stock crew. I've been off the stock crew for the past 2 months, but I stocked yesterday and he said he was really impressed. So he's getting me back on there, and I'm gonna take their shit for just a little bit longer until I get my medical benefits. After I get benefits from Winn Dixie, I can quit and still keep them. Nice Florida law. :)

Later on in the day, after I showed my assistant manager who the fucking real boss was, I ran into Alan. Alan is the man. He is my former assistant manager, and the one who trained me in the fine arts of stocking. He jumped out of the Winn Dickme boat and went over to Wal-Mart, where life is much better for him. He said he would get me hired over there and I could do night stock making 8.00 an hour. Sweet shit.

Then After I left work, I went in McDonald's and the fucking (ugly) chick who was working was being very flirty with me. She even gave me some more fudge for my sundae. It was awesome.

Then I stopped at Blockbuster and I was talking to the 2 girls working there for about 20 minutes. One of them was an assistant manager and said she would get me hired. Pretty fucking cool.

I'm gonna go rejoice in some chocolate sundae pop tarts now. Hope my 'interesting' day isn't actually boring to you, which is probably is because most blogs are very boring, but I try to make mine not so boring... Hey...

I OFTEN FANTASIZE ABOUT FUCKING A DOLPHIN IN THE BLOW HOLE.

Just kidding... ;) (maybe o_0)

Go Fuck Yourself

Well I'm back from Disney. I love that god damn place. I had a great time. It was nice being there. I added all my pics from Disney to the pics section. Check out the one of me and Stitch!. Hardcore coolness.

I also changed the intro wav, as you might have noticed. That Placebo clip was just way too long and it started annoying the shit out of me. I can only imagine what it did to you. George Carlin, my idle, has replaced it. :)

There are a few misc bugs on the site. I'll get around to fixing them. If you should encounter any, ignore them. There's one big bug. The god damn pop up windows on all of my 640 x 480 pics are not big enough. They look fine in Mac IE, but they don't in Safari. I thought it was just a Safari thing, but I guess not. I'll work that out eventually. God damn Javascripts...

Time to go figure out what I'm going to do today. Peace.