Thursday, May 16, 2002

Well, now that my shortcut is back on my desktop I'm finally gonna start to remember this, and what tf to do with it. Right now I'm typing with my eyes closed because they're so fucking tired so everything I say is going to be kind of lazyish and possibly have more than the usual number of typos. I was going to update yesterday, but I couldn't find any time to do it. I had a bunch of shit I had to do including having a long talk with one of my friends, and I realized right when I was about to end the conversation that I still hadn't given him something I really fucking needed to give him (well, it wasn't life or death, but it was still fairly important). And now I just remembered that I need to email one of my friends that I haven't heard from for a while and that I've been meaning to email for almost a month... god damn I'm forgetful, I'll continue this in a sec though, I gotta email him first... now I just need to find his fucking email address, I think I have it but I'm not sure it's the right one so now I have to wait for one of my friends who knows him to get back so I can bug him about it until he tells me whether or not I have the one he uses for email or whether or not it's just a bookmark address. I'm rambling like a mother fucker right now and I'm apparently in a pissy mood or at least a cranky one and I din't realize it since I've cursed like 10-12 times today and I almost never curse (well beyond shit, but shit isn't really much of a curse) and that reminds me of one of my peeves that I saw again today....

Damn is not a freaken swear word!

Yes, I'm aware that's probably a very wierd pet peeve, but when you think about who said it you'll realize that it makes sense. People who say that it is are stupid and deserve to die... If someone out their in tvland thinks I'm wrong than tell me and tell me why... uhhh yeah, that fucked up the track I was going on, assuming there was a track to begin with ;)



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Tuesday, May 14, 2002

Someone freaken deleted my shortcut to blogBuddy, and without an ever-present reminder, I keep on forgetting :( Ah shit, that reminds me I have a game going on it's your turn that I'm constantly forgetting about, because I keep on ignoring my hotmail email account, which is where the turn notifications get sent... I hope the guy I'm playing with (we're playing Go btw, and no not Go Fish) isn't to mad... Or not, he hasn't even moved yet, so now I've got to kill him and kill him dead! Although half the people who read this probably want to kill me anyway, so I'll never get the chance to kill him. Sorry about the lack of info on me and my many voices lately...

My father is in the room now watching news now and he's pissing me off. He's very possibly one of the most annoying people alive, he might be a nice guy if you only know him for af ew minutes, but when you have to spend long periods of time with him you start to want to kill him, by ripping his nails off his fingers and toes and letting him slowly bleed to death... to quote Dilbert... "Must...Control...Fist...Of...Death", but I really really don't want to control it, I want to shoot him dead.

Normally I'd say something like kill him dead, but that could be taken to mean beat him dead, or strangle him till he's dead, and that would take a more serious "offense" for me to do it like that. I didn't realize before why I don't like killing people with guns, I'd rather kill them with my hands. It's because a gun is so much more impersonal, when you kill someone with a gun you don't really feel it. You're not really getting any "blood" on you. But when yous trangle a person, you can feel them squirm, you're probably going to have to touch them, and you have to get close and watch them die... Although, killing him with my bare hands is starting to get more and more tempting...

Cool little pyschology project that's due the 30th (of may), we've gotta do a 20-30 minute video depicting someone or someones with OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder), I'm going to be the main actor in that, probably because everyone else is firmly convinced I'm completelyc razy and theirfore there isn't much of a difference between my sense of crazyness and OCDishness. Fun shit that ;) (and yes, I'm aware of how unsatisfactory a closing statement that is within a paragraph, but I'm to fucking lazy and to fucking tired to truly develop a closing statement within this post, and I mean it's not like I ever do a post that's in perfect essay form. NOt like this is an essay... and not like I can control myself from ranting anyway...)


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