Paris Hilton Is Gross

Who the fuck decided that nasty ass ugly anorexic bitches are hot and worthy of jerking off to? She's fucking disgusting. Ewwie. Look at her fucking giant manly square head. Nasty lips. Gross skin. Nappy hair. She's a fucking beast. Ugh.

It's My Birthday!

Welp, today's my birthday. September 28th, the coolest day of the year. I love birthdays. It's your day. For 24 hours, you're #1 on everyone's list. It's neat. Well...

The day hasn't started too well. Or maybe it's a blessing in disguise. I have a massive dental abscess. It started fucking killing me yesterday. And I got home from work last night and went to sleep and woke up at 3 am. It was excruciating. So my mom talked me into going to the E.R. So I went to the E.R. around 5 am and now I'm home. I got Penicillin and Vicodin. Hyrdocodone is my friend. Now I really dislike narcotics. I don't like things that get you high, goofy, etc. But then again, when you're on it you can't help but enjoy it. Which I am now. And I'm pain free and in a damn good mood.

I have no idea what I'm doing for my birthday. I played hooky for work so I won't be there today. I'm gonna do a whole lot of whatever the fuck I want. I'm gonna watch Man On Fire right now though. I'll post more later. Peace bitchesss.

Minimum Wage

Florida Decides : Minimum wage on the rise?

Oh fuck I hope so. I make fucking 5.40 an hour. I started at minimum wage and earned a raise, that was given to me by the owner of the pizza place I work at. If the voters of Florida vote for this, I'll be making over 30 more dollars a week, and I'll be quite a happy camper. I can only hope.

I took on a lighter schedule at work as of late, so I only work about 30 hours a week. I get paid bi-weekly. So I mean, I would get like around 60 more dollars in my paycheck, and that's a lot of money to me. Like I said, I can only hope.

Jeanne - Not So Bad

Jeanne didn't fuck me after all. It was very surprising. The conditions today were exactly the same as what Frances dished out, yet I didn't lose any service whatsoever. I figured out why though.

Darwins Theory. Only the strong trees survived after Frances. So when Jeanne came rolling through, there were no trees to be knocked down. The falling trees and broken branches and not to mention Progress Energy making things stronger made it so power was not lost. No other service was interrupted either. Pretty neat I suppose. I am back to my stance on not fearing 50 mph winds.

I'm Fucked

As the pretty picture shows, I am completely fucked. I'm sure I will be without power in a few hours. If I'm lucky, my house will still be standing today. This fucking sucks. I know in a few hours I'm gonna have no power. And having no power fucking sucks. I need fucking power god dammit. I can't handle that primitive shit. I'm absolutely lost without electricity. I don't know what to fucking do with myself. It's fucking nuts. I sit there and look around my room for something to do and there's nothing. I suppose I can play with my rats. Maybe I can read. Or draw. That'll give me about 20 minutes of entertainment. Fuck this sucks.

I really... really hope my power doesn't go out. It's total misery. Oh man, I'm like a fucking lost child without it. I can't handle it. Fuck!

Abortion Talk

'Choose Life' Plates Ruled Unconstitutional

This is absolutely fucking great. I don't think I've mentioned my outrage of this topic on the site, but I've talked about it a lot while driving or something, and I've given it a lot of thought.

It is fucking ridiculous that a state specialty license place features such a political message in the first place. I think that choose life or pro choice has no place on fucking license plates. But if they're going to have 'Choose Life' plates, then obviously to be fair, they should have a 'Pro Choice' plate. It's just unbelievable to me really.

I personally am pro-choice. In fact, I'm pro-abortion. Now, that may seem pretty fucked up, but I have a whole lot of logic to back it up. I'm not saying I'm pro death, and I'm not saying that I'm all for killing babies. My morals on the abortion subject are very specific. I'll get into this now.

First of all, I believe having an abortion is morally wrong. Why is it morally wrong? Because you're aborting a life to be that you created.

Now this might be a little confusing. I say I'm pro-abortion, yet I think it's morally wrong? Well, it makes plenty of sense. The degree of the immorality of the abortion increases with the length in which you wait to have the procedure performed. That is my opinion on the matter. If you find out you're pregnant, and the next day you get an abortion, then you are barely doing something that is morally wrong. If you wait 6 months, then you're pretty much a piece of shit. However, somethings doing what is morally wrong is what is best for you and the ones around you.

One thing that must be kept in mind about abortions is that it absolutely is NOT 'baby killing'. That's just fucking stupid, and it is at the base of ignorant thought. When the child is in the womb, it is a blank canvas. Sure, it's a waste to throw away an blank canvas that could be used to create the most beautiful painting of all time, but another one can always be bought. In this analogy, the canvas doesn't begin to be painted on until that baby enters this world via vagina. This is the core of the argument.

Half the people things that the canvas starts to be painted on as soon as the egg is fertilized. The other half thinks that it starts when a baby comes out of its mother. Science can answer this one. But even the fucking Doctors debate this. So it's a big unanswered clusterfuck.

So anyways, back to why I'm pro-abortion. It is absolutely wrong of a woman to bring a child into this world unless she can give it the life it deserves, give it the love and attention it deserves, and be 100% responsible for it along with a father. If you're 17 and get pregnant, for fuck's sake don't have a kid. Don't burden your fucking parents. Because they will be the ones to raise it. These fucking kids having babies make me sick. Assholes.

Basically, what I'm saying is that I 100% support people having abortions, and I recommend them to the assholes who will just end up raising a murderer or a rapist. Or even worse, a degenerate. More abortions need to occur. Maybe my beef is with society and the choices stupid little bitches make. Either way, it pisses me off. Maybe I'm not pro-abortion. I'm definitely pro-choice. Perhaps I'm just anti-stupid lazy whore who's going to produce a kid who will have a miserable life.

Terri Schiavo

lmao. I'm tired of hearing about this Terri Schiavo shit. I don't even care what happens, just stop talking about it for christ's sake. This is a long drawn out horrible situation, yes. But it's just so redundant now. I wonder why they don't show any recent footage of her condition. I mean, if she's a fucking lifeless vegetable, then I see no reason to waste resources to keep her alive. If her parents believe in god, then it's really despicable of them to be so selfish as to fight so hard for her to live in the condition that she's in. I personally don't believe in god though, so if I was her husband, I'd be fighting to keep her ass alive. I'd rather her in that condition then in a DEAD condition. Although, the saying goes that hope keeps all suffering in place. But this fuck is already remarried with children, so I think his suffering is gone. What a soulless prick.

Poser Bitch

This stupid bitch. I'm watching The Big Story with John Whoeverthefuck, and they're doing a segment on bloggers. Here is this fucking poser bitch who I guess is supposed to be representing bloggers. She keeps fucking saying this world 'blogosphere'. I guess that's a word for the blogging community. I myself have been a member of this community for quite some time, and I've never heard this homosexual word before. This bitch is such a poser. She said, with a big shit eating grin on her face, that she started a blog 3 months ago. Hardly a fucking expert. They shoulda called The Sick. I would have explained shit properly. Plus, I would have been entertaining as all hell. Ugh. She keeps saying it. This lady is a fucking moron. She has no idea what the fuck she's talking about. Go away. Jesus.

Friendliness

Yenno, I'm not too big on Christians. In fact, I'm not too big on anyone with religious beliefs. Although, I realized something today. Churchgoers are pretty friendly people. This is something that you don't really see anymore.

I delivered 37 pizzas to a church tonight. I had 6 huge case bags which hold 5 pizzas, and 2 regular bags that hold 4. As soon as I pulled up, people flooded out to help me. It was crazy. This fucking old ass lady comes out first and takes 2 of the big ass cases from me and takes them in. I was like shit. She was very friendly. Then 3 other people came out to help. I ended up taking the 2 regular bags that hold 4 in. That's it. And when I went in there, several people greeted me and talked to and asked me random questions about pizza delivery and what not.

They were very friendly. I wish people were like this more often. I like friendly people. Sometimes I attempt to be friendly, but am quickly rejected by some interesting asshole who's too busy thinking about drinking the night away to give a shit about a conversation. Assholes.

The reason I'm even mentioning this is because this event made me realize that people are no longer friendly. Real friendliness. I'm not talking about when I goto Applebees and I'm greeted at the door. Although, sometimes you can find some pretty friendly people at Disney World.

It just really sucks when you think about it. This world we live in is rotten to the core. Society is fucked. I feel sorry for my children and grandchildren. They're really going to live in a terrible world. Oh well. Maybe they will have time travel or teleporting in that time. That would make up for the rotten society. Or maybe being able to teleport from Florida to Alaska in seconds would cause some sort of revitalization. God dammit, I better live to see this shit be created. These fucking scientists need to get to fucking work.

Beheadings - Commentary and a Solution

Meet Eugene and Jack. They have no heads. Do you know what they did have? Jack Hensley had a 13 year old daughter. He had a loving wife. He had a high paying job to support his family. He had a birthday tomorrow... Eugene was 52. He had a loving family and a wife. But these two brave innocent men, who had the balls to work away from their families in Iraq to support them are dead. They're fucking dead. And they have no heads. What kind of people would do this?

These guys would. Now these guys are pretty afraid. They must be weak, since only weak people are afraid. They're so afraid that they're all in disguise while in the presence of a camera. They're also all holding fully automatic assault weapons. They must really be afraid of their hostage, Eugene Armstrong. Excluding the middle guy of course. His hands are tied up with the piece of paper he is reading from. I guess these guys are too mindless to speak on the spot. Which confuses me, since they're so devoted to their beliefs.

Anyways, I've established the fact that these 5 pieces of shit are big fucking weak, scared pussy boys. So in light of that fact, I had to give them all clever nicknames. Meet Pussy, Dick Lover, Shit Eater, Bitch Boy, and Mom Fucker. A lot of thought went into these nicknames. Really. These Cocksucking Five are going to kill a British hostage tomorrow. I'm going to wake up and no matter what news site I visit first, I'll see the headline there in bold. We'll see if I'm right.

But these The Cocksucking Five are not a group in and of themselves. Of course not. They're blind sheep. And who is their leader?

This is Abu Musab al-Zarqawi. He is Dick Lover. The middle guy. Man, what a fucking gay name. I swear, these fucking Islamic morons make up the gayest shit for names. If I was muslim, my name would be Abu bin Mattza al-Siikafuuk. That sounds kind of African, but it's still cool as shit. God damn, even if I was Islamic I would still be cool. That can't be said about many.

So here's the monkey leader. He's no Osama. He's not hidden with great secrecy. He's right there in Najaf. The whole Cocksucking Five is. So how do we deal with the problem of this man decapitating innocent Americans? It's quite simple...

There ya go. Drop... bombs... there. Why aren't the men in charge doing so? Do they care? What's going on? The public is outraged about this. The only thing that the other fucking monkey George Bush had to say was this. Come the fuck on, you weak bastard. Do something. Do something about this. Why is it so hard? What am I missing? Drop the bombs there. It's that fucking simple. Who gives a shit of innocents die. Better their innocents than ours. If you disagree, then you are a complete fucking idiot, and I'd like to cut off your fucking head.

Kill Em' All

Hostage in Iraq Has Been Killed

How many more times is it going to happen? How many more Americans in Iraq are going to murdered in such a pussy manner? It's brutal. They fucking hack these guys' heads off. These masked pussy boys who think they're such hot shit, fighting for something that doesn't even exist. What ignorant fools. They're fucking rotten at the core. All of them.

Allow me to pose a question. How bad do things have to get before someone with power will realize that this is not a war that can be won. The idea of a war against terror is comparable to a war on anger. A war on sadness. A war on happiness.

The war on terror is a war against a feeling. These extreme muslims hate America for 100 different reasons. But the secret is that: They hate everyone who doesn't believe in their god. They have raged a war to make all of us to believe as they do. You cannot defeat this. It is not a force. It is a belief, and a belief or opinion comes much easier than a trained soldier.

In an ordinary war, you fight until there's no one else to fight on the other side. To achieve this in the war on terror is absolutely impossible. Except for one way, and I will get to that later. Do you understand what I'm saying? The war on terror is actually a way on people who hate us and want to kill us. The hate, the want to kill, it is a feeling. You cannot kill a feeling. A feeling is the one thing on this earth you cannot control, excluding natural disasters.

With that fact being said, what do we do now that we've began to fight a fight that can never be ended? Make peace? Never. Peace will never be met. You cannot have peace with someone who truly hates you. Real hate. The complete polar opposite of love. The type of hate that eats at you. Hate that is the core of your existence. That feeling can't just go away. Only one thing can cause it to go away, and that is agreeing to become them. To believe in Allah, to make our woman wear veils, to not eat pork, etc. To live by the Koran. Are we willing to do this in this country? Absofuckinglutely not.

So that means that there is only one sure way to win the war. To stop the beheadings. To stop the murdering of people who don't agree with them. And that one way is the only way. KILL THEM ALL.

Do they all deserve to die? Absolutely not. But to ensure victory, all must be killed. They know this in Washington too. Believe me. They're fucked. They're stuck in fucking tar with only one solution that can never, ever be utilized to free them. The only other option is to submit.

So who do we blow up? Everyone who believes in Allah. All of them. It is the only sure way to stop this. Islam needs to be exterminated. But when will we be pushed too far? When will the world be pushed too far? When will WWIII begin? Will that be the time when we start dropping nuclear weapons on these countries?

Who knows. This is only the extreme solution. Here is the realistic solution: Do not worry about civilian casualites, and kill as many as possible. If they're there, bomb it. If you think they're there, bomb it. This is the attitude we need to have. But then again, doing this will more than likely spawn 20 more terrorists. It just keeps getting worse and worse. It'll never end.

You children and grand children are going to live in a horrible world. Pretty sad, isn't it? That civilization is forever fucked. This is reality. We are hated. We will forever be in a state of terror alertness. We will always have to worry about flying. We will always have to worry about working in a skyscraper. Your children and grandchildren will too. I just hope that maybe one day, something not so drastic as killing them all will occur will end this. Peace is impossible, and an unrealistic goal. Let's just shoot to make them stop cutting the heads off random Americans, and to stop wanting to kill us.

But the more I think about a solution, the more it seems unrealistic and impossible. I just hope I get to live long enough to see this end.

John Stamos and New York Accents

I'm watching this movie Godsend. Sorry, I don't feel like finding a link to it. Google it if you care. Anyways, I usually don't ever rent a movie I won't like. I have a pretty good sense at picking movies I'll enjoy. However, I have a feeling this one is gonna be a fucking stinker. It has Robert DeNiro in it. It also has that nasty whore Rebecca Romijn-Stamos in it.

Man, what a gay name that bitch has. I had to look at the fucking case to spell her gay ass name. She's married to that dumb faggoty bitch boy John Stamos. My god, I hate that son of a bitch. From his stupid fucking mullety gaynes days of Full House to his more recent 10-10-what the fuck ever commercials. God damn he sucks. He just has that something that makes me want to spontaneously combust. Certain people just have that quality.

Like New Yorkers with their fucking accents. Specifically that dumb bitch from The Nanny. Oh... my god. That voice... it fucking kills me. It's insanity to my brain. When I hear voices like hers, complete utter chaos breaks out inside my brain. It just makes my head want to explode really. It's pretty insane. I'm gonna go watch my movie now.

Rat In My Lap

I've got a rat on my lap. His name is Chilly. His buddy's name is Silly. And the big guy in charge, his name is Willy. They live in a pretty cool cage that my girlfriend bought me for them. They're awesome. But there's a bit of tragedy involved.

On September 4th, I bought Willy and Lilly. They were best buddies. But a couple days ago, Lilly died. She had been since since I brought her home from the pet shop. I didn't realize she was sick until I was home though. So after Lilly died, I went to guy buy Willy a new girlfriend. He was pretty depressed. I couldn't fine a medium sized female that wasn't mean.

So I bought 2 babies. A pure white rat, with a freakishly small tail and an undersized head. He was very calm and sweet. So I named him Chilly. He's on my lap right now. I then picked another baby that is white with a brown head. That one was also nice, but a little more active. So I named it Silly. So after some careful planning and patience, I introduced Willy to the new guys. It's a very delicate process. Willy continues to declare dominance over Chilly and Silly, but he mainly does it with Silly. Chilly just doesn't give a shit. He stays out of that bullshit.

They're gonna be a happy family. I just worry because I'm unsure of the gender of Chilly and Silly. I suspect Silly is a male. We'll see how it goes.

Paparazzi

Today I went and saw Paparazzi. What a fucking awesome movie that was. It was produced by Mel Gibson, who makes a small cameo in the film along with a few others. This movie hasn't gotten a lot of publicity, so I was a little skeptical going in. I had only seen the preview for this movie once. But during that preview, I saw that it was produced by Mel Gibson. That's all it really took. Mel Gibson is pretty god damn good. Any movie he's a part of is good. I can't think of one that isn't. Except the Lethal Weapon movies. I do not like those.

My girlfriend has some sort of freakish luck. They had a football pool at her work. It was supposed to be like 70 bucks but some people pussed out. But she knew absolutely nothing about any of the teams. She didn't even know the name of most the teams. But nonetheless, she managed to win the pool, and 45 bucks. What fucking luck! We went to this sports bar to watch some of the games. It was good fun.

My fucking lighter broke. So I went and asked my mom for one. She gave me a fucking purple lighter. What kind of shit is that? Totally uncool. Well I'm gonna work on some things. I'll find more to talk about later.

Nipple Slip!

I'm not big on entertainment news or any of that lame Hollywood bullshit. However, I find nipple slips quite funny. It happens so often. Here we have Heidi Klum and her boyfriend Seal. Heidi Klum is some nasty anorexic model. I have no idea how she gained celebrity status. And Seal hasn't been popular since 1994. With that fucking lame ass Kiss By a Rose shit. Ugh, what a homo. He has the face of a pit bull. Nice nipple though.

A few observations: What the fuck is in his pocket? Is it a pig? Why is it there? And what the fuck is in her hand? Are they engaging in some sort of pubic sex/erotic stuffed beanie baby fetish thing? Pretty fucking bizarre if you ask me.

And what's up with his Rico Suave style shirt? What a gay man. Why do people shave their heads bald like that? Doesn't it get cold? I'd imagine it does. Man, what a bunch of freaks.

Speaking of gay men, I'm trying to derive a plan to make the gay bitch at my work to freak out and kill someone. I think it would be quite entertaining. Now, I don't necessarily have a problem with homos. What I have a problem with is his attitude. He bitches about absolutely everything and never shuts the fuck up. It's constant bitching from him. So I use his gay personality and lifestyle as something to use to make fun of him. Just wanted to make the clarification. I don't hate everyone in any certain group. Except 'Native Americans'. Fucking Indians... >:O

Update: Opps, my bad. I accidently misspelled the URL for that image. Doesn't that suck! My apologies.

Blockbuster Sucks

Blockbuster fucking sucks. Their policy is lame as shit. On Wednesday night, I always rent a movie. Usually whatever new release that week appeals to me most. I don't get off work until some time after 11, so I usually am in that place about 15 minutes before they close. So, I end up renting a 2 day movie at around 11:50 pm. That movie is due back Friday by 12. Their policy is that it's due back by noon on the third day. I think that's bullshit. I never wake up before noon, and Thursday is my day off so I don't want to go all the way to Blockbuster, a 10 minute drive just to bring back the fucking movie because of their lame ass policy. It would be much more convenient for me to bring it back around 5:45, on my way to work. But noooo, I end up dropping it off on my way home from work on Friday nights, which costs me an extra 3 fucking dollars. Complete bullshit. It pisses me off. I don't get my 2 full days with the god damn movie. I only get about 15 minutes worth of one day. That's such shit. A movie that is rented on a Wednesday at 10:00 am is due back Friday by noon. I rent a movie over 13 hours later, and mymovie is due back on Friday by noon too? That's not fair at all. Fuckers.

Waves In The Street

Wow, Ivan really fucked shit up. I'm watching Fox News, and one of their reporters was on in Florida, the top half far away from me. He was in this tourist destination area. Behind him was a water park in the distance, and he was standing on a spot of land on a county highway. The entire road was flooded. Hardcore flooded, like about 2 feet. More in certain areas on the road. Much, much more. It's sick. The fucking street has waves. That is a fucked up fact. Just such an amazing sight really. A street now has waves. Amazing.

If Ivan hit my area, I woulda been fucking gone. I would have fled days and days in advance to New Jersey. Having no power for days and days fucking sucks. Hurricanes suck ass. It is not fun at all.

Where The Fuck Is My Remote?

Where the fuck is my remote? I can't find it, and I've looked everywhere that I normally put it, and I'm sure that I didn't put it somewhere I normally don't. But apparently. I did. Otherwise I'd be able to locate my fucking remote. Currently, I am operating my TV with my toes. This is pretty inconvenient. I'd like my remote to no longer be lost. Hopefully it'll be located soon. For the good of my toes, because without a need to mention, I'm in a bad way.

So Ivan is tearing up Alabama. I'm glad it's not me for once. Frances fucked me up good, so I'm very, very glad it's not us that's getting hit this time. In fact, I'm glad Alabama/Louisiana is getting its ass raped. It's about time. They haven't had shit since 1965 and it's about time that they get their fair share. It's only fair. And fair is good.

That makes me think of something. Why is a Fair called a fair? Ahh I see. I looked up the definition. 'Fair' is apparently one of the words with meanings that people don't know about. Obscure meanings. By definition though, Fairs aren't very... fair. All the Fair's I've ever been to are dirty and nasty. And isn't it ironic that Fairs are absolutely cluster fucked with unfair games? Those games, all of them are absolutely fucked and if you play them, you should only do so with the intent to have fun losing, not with the intent to win a giant Sponge Bob. Fucking thieves. Carney's are dangerous. Know that.

Fuck I'm tired. I'm outta this biotch.

Where The Fuck Is My Remote?

Where the fuck is my remote? I can't find it, and I've looked everywhere that I normally put it, and I'm sure that I didn't put it somewhere I normally don't. But apparently. I did. Otherwise I'd be able to locate my fucking remote. Currently, I am operating my TV with my toes. This is pretty inconvenient. I'd like my remote to no longer be lost. Hopefully it'll be located soon. For the good of my toes, because without a need to mention, I'm in a bad way.

So Ivan is tearing up Alabama. I'm glad it's not me for once. Frances fucked me up good, so I'm very, very glad it's not us that's getting hit this time. In fact, I'm glad Alabama/Louisiana is getting its ass raped. It's about time. They haven't had shit since 1965 and it's about time that they get their fair share. It's only fair. And fair is good.

That makes me think of something. Why is a Fair called a fair? Ahh I see. I looked up the definition. 'Fair' is apparently one of the words with meanings that people don't know about. Obscure meanings. By definition though, Fairs aren't very... fair. All the Fair's I've ever been to are dirty and nasty. And isn't it ironic that Fairs are absolutely cluster fucked with unfair games? Those games, all of them are absolutely fucked and if you play them, you should only do so with the intent to have fun losing, not with the intent to win a giant Sponge Bob. Fucking thieves. Carney's are dangerous. Know that.

Fuck I'm tired. I'm outta this biotch.

Twisted

I'm watching the movie Twisted right now. So far, it is quite... twisted. Yes. You know a movie is going to be cool when the opening features a woman with a knife held to her throat with the opening line of 'I can hear your heart beating...' Fucked up, but cool. Adios dick noses.

Bloggers In The Media And My To Do List

Blogging has officially hit the mainstream. Since this Dan Rather/CBS document bullshit began, I have never heard the word 'blogger' said on tv so many times. So now it begins I suppose. This is no longer a cool thing to do online. We are now dismissed as wannabe journalists and wannabe columnists. However, a lot of people are giving credibility to bloggers in the media. In fact, I see the blogging community as something not to be fucked with in the future. We'll see how this little thing I and many others do will evolve throughout the years.

Well, I think it will be cool to take a look at my To Do list. I always try and keep a To Do list. I like being organized.

URGENT:
Transfer All Debit Card Shit
(I think I'm almost done with all of this... I got in a tricky situation with my bank.)
Call SouthTrust
(This is/was my bank. I need to try and work things out with them, but I don't see it happening and I've been putting it off for weeks.)
Movie Gallery, Crystal River
(I have a movie and a game out, and I keep fucking forgetting to bring them back. It's fucking horribly annoying.)
Call Sprint about text messages
(Sprint told me that if you have the Vision plan, that you get unlimited text messages. Well my girlfriend's cell phone is in my name and I was looking online at her usage information and it said that she went over her text message limit by like 52 or something. And then a few days later I noticed that they're gonna try and charge like an extra 8 bucks or something. Fuck that.)
Call FexEx
)This is fucked. I signed up for an account for FedEx. A few hours later I was looking at my new bank stuff online and somehow they charged me 10 bucks. I have no idea what for, because I aggreed to buy absolutely NOTHING, and I am quite pissed about it. I just signed up out of bordom because I might be shipping lots of things soon and someone told me you can get free packages and shit from FexEx online. Bullshit though. I was never informed I would be charged for anything, and I am always always always very careful about shit like this.)

Website:
Write text on Creations Page
About Sick Blog
About Rants
Work On Sick Concept

And that's my To Do list. The last 4 items don't really need an explanation. They're just pages I haven't gotten around to making for this website. Alright I'm out of this biotch.

Habitual 'Suicide' Jumper

Habitual Suicide Jumper Saved... Again.

Why... Oh why the fuck do they keep stopping traffic for this fucking piece of shit? Let the fuck kill himself. Jesus Christ. By my count, he has attempted 'suicide' 10 times since 1996. Depression doesn't fucking last 8 years. Especially with the amount of help this faggot is getting. HE'S DOING IT FOR ATTENTION. He is that fucking crazy that he keeps doing this bullshit to get attention and to feel like people care. No one cares. All he accomplishes by doing this is making a news headline and backing up traffic on major highways for hours. And that is fucked up. This little suicidal girly bitch's life absolutely is not worth backing up traffic for any amount of time. Just let him fucking jump, clean up the mess, and stop this shit once and for all.

I mean come on, 10 times in 8 years. 10! If he really wanted to die, I think he would have killed himself in a way in which no one could 'save' him. If he was that desperate to die, he'd overdose on pills. He could take a bunch of sleeping pills and goto sleep on a set of train tracks. He could jump in front of a bus in the middle of rush hour. He could stab himself in the neck with any sharp object. He could rob a bank with a plastic gun, and when police show up, he can point the plastic gun at them and start charging them. Suicide by cop is a great method. He could also drive a car going 80 off a cliff, or possibly into a building. There are tons and tons of really really clever and original ways to kill yourself in which no one can stop you. This guy has no imagination. Let him die already. He does not deserve the attention he is given. Don't fuck with Darwin's Theory. It's futile.

Automatic Weapons: For Heavy Duty Killing

Wayne LaPierre is a fucking idiot. As of today, automatic assault weapons are legal and this faggoteer is going on every show on every channel spouting his bullshit. There is absolutely no reason for any civilian to own any automatic firearm. Automatic weapons are designed for killing mass amounts of people as soon as possible. You're not gonna shoot a burglar with an Uzi. You're not going to go hunting with a fucking AK-47. You use these weapons to kill a lot of people at once.

So there is absolutely no reason that they should be legal. I am all for owning a gun, in fact I'm completely in favor of the 2nd amendment. In fact, I plan on buying a gun the day I turn 21 and getting a concealed weapon permit. However, I don't think the founding father's could imagine automatic firearms back in the day, and therefor did not have them in mind when they made the amendment. These weapons need to be banned. Ask yourself this: Excluding military and police, what kind of person would actually like to own an automatic weapon? The answer to that question is the reason why they need to be kept illegal.

Creations Up!

The Creations section is finally up. God damn it was a pain in the ass. I would have rather spent the time setting up all that shit to learn asp so doing that stuff with databases would be easy as pie. Oh well.

There's a problem with my archives. I'll fix it later. I'm too mentally worn out at the moment. I know how to fix it though. Because I've been blogging since 2003, Blogger posts my archives in my ftp in folders, and that creates a problem. There's a fairly easy work around.

Another conflict I'm having is PhotoBlogging. I don't know if I just wanna clutter my blog with random pictures, or make a completely different section. I mean, I think it would be good because it would give me many more posts per day, but it would also clutter the blog. I just don't know. On the other hand, if I make a different section, then I don't know if people would go and look at it unless it was thrown in their face like my words from this blog are. I think what I will end up doing is making the PhotoBlog and then whoring it out like crazy in The Sick Blog. This blog. I just referred to my blog while blogging. Kinda weird. I usually don't do that third person kinda stuff. Weird.

Fuck I'm bored. I'm gonna go find someone to beat in the face with an ax handle. Peace and carrots.

A Picture Share!

What kinda dick orders pizza when theyre beyond this?

Rants Section

The Rants are in the motherfuckin hizouuuussse. I just finished that and uploaded it. It looks quite nice. I might start working on creations now. Not too sure. Or I might be lazy and go read some shit. Who knows.

New Layout

New layout's purdy, isn't it? I think it is, and that's what counts.

I'm thinking about adding a PhotoBlog to the site. Blogger recently made it so you can blog with a Sprint PCS phone, and I just happen to have one of those. I could have lots of fun. I gotta think about it.

I need to first concentrate on finishing the Rants and Creations sections. They're about half way completed. I need to make about 5 rant pages and 34 creation pages. Since I got the net back after Frances' wrath, I haven't been as motivated to do the not so fun stuff.

Just know that the site is a work in progress and it'll be completed soon. For real this time.

A True Story: Bizzaro Land

This shit happened on Wednesday night. I didn't have cable at that time, so I told the story with the intent to post it here, and now is the time. Brace yourself for this crazy bullshit.

Oh man, the most bizarre shit happened last night... This is straight out of fucking bizarro central. I mean, the even that occurred last night was just like one of those dreams where you wake up and you're just like... 'Wow. That was pretty fucking weird.' Like, if you're dreaming of laying on the beach in Hawaii when all of the sudden 5 midgets with pet kangaroos start frolicking and playing together so joyously 5 feet away from you. And then the kangaroos start pooping and then the midgets start picking up the poo and rubbing it over themselves with giant smiles on their faces as if they are in heaven... Yeah, that's bizarro land. Except my situation wasn't a dream.

I'm sitting in my room watching The Punisher. Very, very bad ass movie I might add. Quite gruesome. Anywho, I hear knocking but I thought it was just my little brother and sister fucking around and playing with my dog or something. But then my mom and my brother start calling for me frantically. I was on the phone with my dad at the time, so I ran out of my room and they tell me that someone is outside the door and they need help. They tell me this kid got beat up and he needs help. I walk into my room, grab my machete and a hammer and go and open the door. I open the door to see a mexican kid, about 18 years old just sitting there on his knees crying his eyes out. I say 'Hey man, what happened'. I have never seen this kid in my life. He says that he got beat up and he needs help, as he is crying and struggling to talk as his breathes are all fucked up. I tell him to get off my porch and go stand by the driveway and I'm calling the cops. When I was talking to him, his fucking dog that was somehow with him managed to run into my house. It was a very friendly pit bull. My mom quickly grabbed him by the neck at first because he was going towards my dogs, and she quickly put him on a leash. He was very friendly though.

Now, maybe I'm overreacting here but my Dad doesn't live here, and I'm the protecter of this house which includes my mom, my 16 year old brother and my 10 year old sister, who was freaking out and crying by the way. Now, in a situation like this you must think worse case scenario. I thought this kid got the shit kicked out of him by some assholes that live around here or something and maybe they were walking around near my house looking for him. So I didn't want this little fuck in front of my house. I didn't go outside to comfort him or anything like that. I was comforting my little sister and calling the cops. I'm not risking my ass for someone I don't know.

So I call the cops and after I get off the phone I go back out there and he had moved to the middle of my driveway, and I just yelled to him that everything was gonna be ok and that the cops were on the way. A few minutes later I went back outside to yell to him and he had left. The fucking moron. Now I'm thinking that this fucking kid just got killed in my front yard or something. So I call 911 back and I got the same person I talked to the first time and explain that the cops still aren't here and it's been nearly 10 minutes. I wasn't very calm. So now I'm fed up. I go get a baseball bat and a flashlight and just walk out there. I'm still on the phone with the 911 operator and he says that the cops are there. I'm like no, they aren't. I look down the street and there's about 3 of them with this kid. I walk down to see what's up and one of the cops meet me halfway and I explain to him who I am and what happened. Then this fucking stupid mexican bitch starts yelling at the cops and cursing at them and what not when they're trying to help him. He then walks away.

Meanwhile my mom starts walking down the street with this fucking dog. The dog begins to sniff the crotches of the officers. They say they're gonna go get him and talk to him and find out what's going on and they asked us to hold on to the dog. So we agree and start walking back up the street and this guy is riding his bike and as he passes us he says 'There's my dog'. And we start telling this guy how we found to dog and we find out that he's the one who kicked the shit out of him, because I guess he broke some windows or some shit and this kid freaked out and started running and I guess our house was the house of choosing. I think this kid got the shit kicked out of him pretty bad and was pretty scared to act the way he did. He had the balls to tell the cops to fuck off and shit, which is more like stupidity but regardless, he seemed like he had a tough guy attitude and to bring yourself down to the point of having to beg a complete stranger for help leads me to believe he got the shit kicked out of him quite badly by someone twice his age. So we give this fucko the dog and that's the end of the night. The cops were supposed to come back but they never did.

My little sister was scared shitless. It was very depressing. Not to mention that this situation took up about an hour or two of my night. I was very pissed about that. Sure it was entertaining but my time is valuable. Plus, seeing my sister so scared and afraid to even go outside in our very safe town pissed me off pretty badly. I'm gonna find this kid and I'm gonna kick the shit out of him for picking my house. Fucking imbecile.

Like I said though, straight out of bizarro land. Especially the dog running in my house. It's just like... WTF there is a dog... in my house. It's not mine! Weird. Ok enough of this story.

Catch Up Blogging

God damn I'm fucking bored. I have no internet access, so I'm just going to write and then post later. That's only if Blogger isn't being a bitch. I couldn't post shit in my blog before this fucking Hurricane that has fucked me big time. It all sucks ass. Fucking Florida.

God damn I'm fucking bored. I have no internet access, so I'm just going to write and then post later. That's only if Blogger isn't being a bitch. I couldn't post shit in my blog before this fucking Hurricane that has fucked me big time. It all sucks ass. Fucking Florida.

I'm watching Braveheart for the second time. It takes a lot of effort to watch this movie since it's so fucking long. I like this movie though. Mel Gibson is a great actor and director. He's good at what he does. One of my favorite movies he was in is Payback. I don't know if he directed that or not, but that is one of my favorite movies. It's so good that the guys at Rockstar games decided to copy the movie completely and change Carter's name to 'Max Payne'. The twist is that even the NAME Max Payne is a rip off of a former WCW/WWE wrestler named Maxx Payne. In fact, he's suing those bitches. He was also known as 'Man Mountain Rock' in the then WWF. His gimmick was completely gay. The irony here is that Max Payne 1 and 2 is a fucking awesome game. I just wish they had an original idea.

I came across a very awkward situation this morning. My girlfriend's great grandpa died about a week ago. He was a very nice guy. Probably the nicest in her family. I'm not sure how old he was, but if I had to guess I'd say he was 90. He was a really great guy, always joking around and smiling. I'll miss him. But the odd situation was this:

His funeral is today, and my girlfriend called me before she left. Right before we got off the phone I uttered the words 'good luck' and she gave me an 'uhhh' kinda awkward laugh. I realized that I sounded quite stupid. So what do you say to someone as they're heading off to a funeral? I have no idea. I mean, before school I always say 'Have a good day'. Or when someone's going to bed you say 'have a good night' or whatever. But I mean... What the fuck do you say when someone is off to a funeral? I can't think of anything.

Frances Owned Me

Fucking christ I'm back. Hurricane Frances fucked up my area big time. I haven't had cable since Monday and I didn't have power for a while either. My town didn't get it bad but a few cities near me did. I'll post pictures later if I feel like it. I've got lots of shit to post.

I'm making a new website. This layout fucking blows dick. I can't stand it anymore. The new one is very nice. That's what I've been working on since I had no internet access. I'll post more later.

Frances 1

So far I'm not too worried. I'm doing alright. I'll be blogging for the duration of this motherfuck. Except for when I sleep of course. Which will be soon. Let the doom and destruction of Florida begin!

____s

The grand opening of the sickest online store of all time is now officially October 31st, 2004. A nice dark day to unleash some dark, sick ____s. I'm very confident that I will take the ____ industry by storm. I believe I have a very creative mind, and I believe that I know a lot about what I'm doing, and what my targeted audience wants. Because I am the targeted audience. It's a genuine kind of thing. I have tons of good marketing ideas. Things people would never think of. Things that would make people say 'Wow, that's pretty cool. I'm gonna check this site out'. I'm going to make a name for myself. Well, not for myself. I'm going to create something that is going to make people laugh, and hopefully in that fit of laughter they will decide to buy a ____. Frequent visitors of the site will know all about the ____s and maybe a few have seen some of the preliminary designs. Either way, in 2 years I have great faith that I'm gonna be rolling around in a pile of cash while running a company the way I want to. Genuinely creating ____s for the sole purpose of allowing people to make a statement. I'll get into it further when October 31st grows nearer. In the mean time, I have to get to work. Outro.