*CENSORED*/Car Talk

Work is awesome. I love it. I get paid to drive around for 3-4 hours while smoking, talking on my cell phone, and listening to talk radio. It's crazy. I'm making pretty good money. It's good shit. The people I work with are cool as fuck too. *CENSORED* is the shit. I demand you love them.

Ahh the used car buying experience. One of the shittiest processes ever. Here's the rundown. I get a license a year ago. I want my own car. I take over payments on my sister in law's car. I now greatly dislike the car. 255 a month for a piece of shit is bullshit. So I start learning about cars. I absolutely fall in love with the 03/04 Hyundai Tiburon. God damn I love that car. I obsess over it for a while. I get a job so I can get the car, new. I find out working a full time job is hell and ridiculous and I quit after 2 days. I realized that no car is worth that shit. I still need a car though. So I started trying to go after a 2001 Tiburon. Different body design, but I still liked it a lot. But it only had 140 hp. This bothered me. After a few weeks, I got off the 2001 Tib trip and started wanting a 1999 Cougar. It has a 170 hp V6. Then I started wanting a 2001 Celica. God damn that's a nice car. But now, I've finally made a decision. I have fallen from wanting a $21,000 2003 Hyundai Tiburon, to now wanting a $5000 95 Eage Talon. Talon's are sweet shit though. 210 hp, turbo. It's perfect for me for now. So that's where I am. We'll see where I got next. ;)

I Got Another Job

Halloween Horror Night was so god damn bad ass. Funnnn shit. I need to get an annual pass to Islands of Adventure badly. I love thrill rides. For 2-6 minutes, it is impossible to not smile. Nothing else matters, and nothing else bothers you. It's fun that is impossible to not expierence. I love that.

Well yet again, I got a new job. Delivering pizzas at *CENSORED*. The pay scale is actually pretty god damn good. 5.25 an hour, paid bi-weekly. 90 cents for every delivery, plus tips, and you get to bring that cash home with you THAT day. I think that's fucking fantastic. I'll be working a 4-10 or 4-9 schedule, which I like a lot. Plus I get to drive all the time. It's good shit. Hopefully this will be a job I can stick with. Today's my first day though, so it kinda sucks. I hate first days. Such boring shit. Argh. Oh well.

Rap Sucks

I really fucking hate 'urban' culture. Actually, what I'm saying is I hate black culture. I hate rap. I hate eubonics. I hate loud black chicks. I hate crunk. I don't even know what the fuck it is and I hate it. I hate Gangstaz. But I love gangsters. I hate any and everything about the black/urban/hip-hop culture. And I especially hate white guys who try and live that culture. They're even worse.

MechAssault

I'm really getting into MechAssault for XBox. I've watching my friend play this game on XBox Live for months and months. I always hated it, but after so long, I guess the game kinda grew on me. I use a Catapult. It's a medium sized, slow Mech with 4 long range missiles, good for sniping, and 2 pulse lasers which when leveled up on, rape the shit out of anything. Purple Love. :)

I'm still working on the new layout. I want to incorporate my love for artistic OS X icons into the site somehow. I'm really liking how it's turning out so far though. At first, I wanted to make the site very, very basic and casual, with a few unbasic accents. But nonetheless, that didn't happen. Hah. It's very hard for me to be simple.

Donald Duck Is The Man

I quit my new job after 2 days. I had to. I just couldn't do it. I can't accept being away from home for 11 hours a day. It's too fucking lame. I'd rather be a bum then make someone else money for 11 hours a day. My personality type conflicts with the way most people do things. I'm a stand alone kinda guy. I like to sit in a room by myself and create. Oh well. Life is hard for most 18 year olds. Guess it's just my time to pay my dues.

Me and Donald, we have a lot in common. I noticed this this the other day. First of all, he's a boss. He runs the House of Mouse. This matches my personality. I'm the leader/CEO type. He gets down easily, but get picks himself right back up. He's a hardcore bad ass like that.

He's got a bad temper too. He tries very hard to control it sometimes. He counts 10, takes deep breathes, but regardless, he gets pushed and pushed until he loses it. When the last straw is pulled, his face turns red, he'll jump into the air and scream uncontrollably and flail his arms until he releases the anger. Then he'll flop right down, and be cool and collected again. A lot like me. Donald is the man.

The new KoRn is going to be so fucking good. Based on the 2 songs I've already heard. All my old KoRn love feelings are returning. I ran out of things to say.

Kobe Bryant Is A Fag

I don't give a shit about who the fuck he raped or what the fuck evidence is going to be allowed or not allowed. I'm so fucking sick of every god damn national news outlet covering this lame shit. I don't give a shit about it. Kobe Bryant raping someone is no different than the 53423423342 other people who rape woman all the god damn time. Just because he's plays with a big orange fucking ball? Fuck him. Fag.

Random Whatever

A few random points of anger:

Limp Bizkit's new CD sucks a big fat fucking dick. Those fucking pussies. Fred Durst is a whiney rapping fag with no nutsack.

Voivod is one shitty band. How the fuck did those pieces of untalented shit get the co-headliner spot on Ozzfest?

I want to kill every member of that faggot band Endo, excluding the drummer who hasn't done something to piss me off. That fucking bassist is going to die.

Hed Pe are a bunch of fucking pussies now. Sellout queers. They're fucking R & B now. Those smelly fucking cunts.

XBox games are so motherfucking expensive. I made the fatal mistake of buying a game without renting it first. Raw 2 sucks cock. Fucking lazy moron game developers. I just don't understand how games, with this many flaws could actually be put out there for people to buy.

I'm developing allergies at age 18 and it's pissing me the fuck off. I used to enjoy sneezing. It was like a quick cleansation of your nasal cavity. Now its an act of slobbering all over my own fucking hand.

The adult life fucking sucks. Here's some advice for any of you jobless losers out there: Stay that way until you're at least 23. You won't regret it. I really could go on for a while, but I'll cut myself off here. I'm sick of this layout already. A new one is already almost finished. Back To Basics. I start my new job tomorrow. Nervous. I discovered how fucking bad ass the Huddle House is today. Really good fucking food at very good prices. I'm a cheap fuck, so I love this place. The aspiration to be a millionaire by my 21st birthday is ruining my good years. Man, I love George Carlin. He is quite possibly the coolest person alive. I think I'm pretty good at designing tee shirts. I really need a graphics artist. I also really need to stop using shitty Fireworks MX and switch to Photoshop. I think I'm at some kinda block. Kind of like writer's block I guess, but with creating. I can't bring myself to make anything, and I don't know why. I think I'm letting life get the best of me, which is never good. What the fuck kinda blog was this? I don't even know.

I Got Fired.

I got fired. Actually, I fired myself. Here's the story.

Prelude: My former assistant manager, Eugene aka The Cowheaded Fuck was transferred to another store in the district. He was replaced by a guy named Mark. A young guy, probably 24 years old. From what I had heard about him, he was cool. I didn't come in to work on Saturday. I didn't call in either. He decided he was going to write my up. Being written up is basically a written formality saying 'You fucked up, don't do it again'.

I get into work 5 minutes early as usual. 10 minutes later, a co-worker comes up to me and says 'Mark wants to talk to you'. I wasn't sure why he wanted to talk to me. I figured since we hadn't met before, he wanted to introduce himself. So, I walk from the back room to the customer service desk.

I walk up to him and say 'Hey what's up?'. He says 'Go sit on the bench.' There is this bench, right in front of the entrance to the store that lazy old people sit on while their wives shop I guess, So anyways, I say 'What?', and give him the 'What the fuck' look. He definitely earned the look with the demand he was making towards me. He then says 'Go sit on the bench'. He raised his voice this time, and said that as if I were a little kid who just hit his brother on the playground. I then said 'Excuse me? I'm not a child. Don't treat me like one.' He says 'When I tell you to do something, you do it. Go sit on the bench.' Then I say 'Why do you want me to sit on the bench?'. At this point, I'm getting pretty fucking pissed off. He's talking to me this way in front of co-workers and customers. He then says 'I don't have to give you a reason, now go sit on that bench or you're fired'. I lose it and say 'OK then. Fire me you bad ass'. So then he says 'Insubordination, you're fired'. I have no idea what I said next. I had psychotic visions of strangling this guy, and it took a lot of self control to not do so. I know that after he said that, he walked into the manager's office. I then said 'That fucking faggot just fired me'. I said that in front of a few customers who were watching the whole ordeal and a few co-workers too.

I then went to the back room. I clocked out, and then I made my way back to the manager's office to argue with him some more. To make this short, we argued back and forth. He said he wanted me to wait on the bench because he was finishing something on the computer, so he could bitch at me and tell me that he wrote me up for not coming in on Saturday. First of all, the computer excuse, that was bullshit. 2 minutes later I was in the fucking office and he wasn't doing shit. When I walked in there he was leaving a message for the co-manager. He doesn't actually have the authority to fire me, so he was to 'recommend' a manager does it. He just wanted to made a demand of me. He wanted to be a dick because he was pissed that I didn't come in on Saturday because he had to do my shitty work. He was completely fucking aggressive and hostile with me from the second I started talking to him. Mind you, this was the first time I had ever talked to him. He's a fag, and he's going to get what's coming to him. I promise this. I am the most vindictive motherfucker alive. He will get what's coming to him for embarrassing me, and for speaking to me the way he did.

When I walked out of the store, I needed to relieve some rage. So I took out my knife, and attempted to stab the Winn-Dixie brand soda machine. I didn't have the knife locked into place properly, so when I stabbed, the knife closed down on my finger and gave me the deepest cut I've ever had. It was fucking brutal. It was pouring blood. I was flinging it off my finger. I was flinging blood at my friend who was there picking up his check. It was pretty funny. It definitely was cut to the bone. Driving home, I was feeling a lot of tingling in my arm due to all the blood loss from my finger and my finger was going a little bit numb, but I worked it out.

I went back to the store a few hours later to get my paycheck. This time dressed in my own attire. Fucking Winn-Dixie uniforms. Anyways, He was leaving the store to go home just as I was pulling out after I got my check. I drove past him slowly with my girlfriend in the car, made eye contact with him, and flicked him off. Fuck that faggot. He has made a big mistake. He has invoked my wrath.