Revved Up and Needing to Destroy Something Beautiful (thank you Fight Club)
WARNING: THE CONTENT IN ANY OF MY RANTS IS HIGHLY UNADVISED FOR ALMOST EVERYONE. I SWEAR, I'M VILE, AND GENERALLY EVIL IN A HAPPY MANIACAL SENSE. ENJOY.
Ho Ho jolly fucking ho, where to start. Tonight has been one of those nights that just fuels to the pent up need to snap. So seeing as I can't snap, due to socialogical reprocussions, I'll just bitch in here for a while, and probly forget half of what I was originally going to bitch about, which, in turn, will piss me off even more. Joy to the fucking world.
Ok, so my friend, we'll call her "tsubo" says I should come drinking tonight, which sounds great, seeing as Ive been in a drunken rut for a couple weeks, having no job. So I'm all geared up to get piss wasted and my roommate (we'll call him "Bro") decides he's not up to it, and goes to bed. So now I have to drive, and that means no drinking due to my heavy moral convictions which involve not getting a DUI ticket. Now I'm not one who typically enjoys the bar, so drinking in this situation is an absolute must, but since I said I'd go, I do. The place has just been renovated over 3 months, guess what was done? 2 signs were changed to the same sign plus a shit load of glitter, and the beer tables were moved around, I could've done a better renovation with one foot, in less than a week. Christ the shit from my runny shit on bad days could have done better. Oh, I forgot, they changed the arsenal of shit dance/rap music to shit rap/rave music. so the whole place is an echoing squeal of pain in my ears. So I suffer for an hour and half to be nice, and no, I'm not a rainbow at a bar, unless I'm so shitfaced I can barely walk, at which point anything is entertaining, except possibly anal granny porn. But back on track, being unhappy at bars, I'm told by Tsubo and her roommate that evidently I give of a bad vibe, and not just any bad vibe, but a "I'm going to kill everyone in this building" bad vibe. And mildly, I think thats a bit excessive, brutally maim maybe, but kill? Nah, I prefer to torture. Yes, welcome to my mind ladies and gentlemen, in this phase, I'm a complete asshole. So after mentally berating every wigger and slut in the place, I walk out, drive home, and turn on my peasant vision TV in one of the few last nights I have as a free man (which I'll get to later).
New paragraph, no particular reason except I feel like being anal about my format for some reason. SO, watching the Olympics because the other 3 channels are A) british 1 in the morning drama from the 50's, B) infomercials for churches that I dont care about, and C) some early 90's reruns about something I couldnt care less. So Olympics it is. Which, tonight happens to be rowing. Again. Ive watched Olypics alot in the last few days, having no job (also, something I'll get to) and they seem to be OBSESSING over rowing. for Christs sake, ITS A BOAT, A RACE, AND YOU CAN ONLY SHOW THE REPLAY SO MANY TIMES BEFORE I THROW A BRICK THROUGH MY TV. God. Sometimes there happens to be a good event on. but for some reason they only air the fucking queer as events. So my other roommate "Diddy" and I decide to go to Humptys to harass our friend, who at the moment Im gonna call "STD", but I'll rename her nicely another day. when I'm in a nice mood. But anyways, its STD's first night on shift, and we go to see her, right as bar rush gets out. Oh great, another row with these fuckbags. So we keep to ourselves more or less, and watch the TV, which again, is rowing, and then diving, which I like, seeing as I used to dive. And we spark the conversation, who allows some of these fucking games? Speed walking? WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT ABOUT. Not a sport! Much less an OLYMPIC sport. Jeebus. Rowing is right on the line. Some things, like the track and field, swimming, diving, gymnastics, power lifting, biking, yeah, those are Olympic style sports, but others are just fucking pathetic. At this rate we're going to see "Who can balance a spoon on your nose longest" as an Olympic sport. They should try something that takes SKILL, and yet creativity. Like Trials Mountain Biking, hardest thing EVER, yet no one acknowledges it. I think they need some creative and physically demolishing sports in there, like.....waterskiing, slalom, on 1950's skiis. and make the turns HARD. OR like....skydiving chicken, whoever pulls there chute last wins....or dies, depends how long they hold out. hehehe at least we could see some blood. Maybe IronMAn Paintball, no, SPEEDBALL. MWAHAHA. shirtless paintball hurts. and make it a winter sport so the paintballs dont break. But anyways, as physically fit as Olympians are, they're games are fucking lame. Get better ones.
So while attempting to avoid contact with the bar group, one chick comes in, this chick is BEGGING to be flamed upon. I'm all for piercings and gothness, sometimes its damn sexy on a chick, but one thing I HATE, is the excess use of make up. this chick had like, 4 inch wide red and black streaks coming off her eyes. and then a really shitty mohawk. one of those shirts with a Misfits symbol sewn on, so not really a misfits shirt, probly just a rat hole shirt with a patch sewn over. DAMMIT. I'm not a consumer whore, and I HATE brand names, but if you're going to support a band, wear THEY'RE STUFF, not homemade CRAP. Argh, ok, I can't rage to much on her, I avoiding looking at her. The upside of the night, I got to see "mermaid" again which was mega cool, I havent seen her in years, and she's still just as short as ever, and as hot. But she has grown a ghetto booty, and a sufficient sluthood in needing to climb on cowboys. Whatever, I'll still call her.
Ok, now I feel like bitching about the basic things that have been against me lately.
1) We got evicted. Again.2) I need a job. That doesnt suck3) I havent heard from my girlfriend in 5 weeks!
Ok, top of the list, a while back, the runt fucker in the basement, we call him Chinko, we dont actually know his name. Anyways, he never complained to us, just banged on the roof at 5 in the afternoon when we'd play guitar or something, yeah funny, I never knew being semi-loud in the middle of the day was bad. yet listening to techno and wrestling (which sounds like ass sex) at 4am (this was his activity) is ok? FUCK YOU. So he moves out, and decides to "warn" the next tenants that we're "loud" well fuck you hosebag. So our landlord says get out. we're like fuck that, we didnt do anything! So Diddy kisses some major landlord ass, which he seems to be really good at, fucking brownnoser. And we're allowed to stay. then last weekend I had some friends down and we all got superiorly TRASHED. We tried to keep the noise down by going to the bar, but the NEXT night, the continuation turned out to be the turning point, the house 2 doors down had a 40 person houseparty, and since our lights were on, when the cops got called, we got in shit too. So our landlord RE-kicked us out. Fuck em'. So now # 2 reason comes into play. I royally hated my last job, I answered phones and told idiot americans (a vast majority, trust me) how to fix they're internet. Anyways, I quit that a couple weeks ago, so having no job, when we got evicted we needed to find a new place, and since I had no job, I'm unable to pay DD or rent at a new place, SO I have to move home to my parents house. I can almost feel my freedom slipping away. fucking mormon parents. ah well, I'm gonna turn my room into a fuckin pimp ass apartment and never come out unless its for college or work. or to get drunk at Diddy and Bro's new place. So as having a job sucked, I just got a new one, which is total bitch work, but its a job. I make pizza. whoopee. then again, if I can get a job at the local Hostess factory, I can make more money for bitch work, and hate it too! and then piss off the lebanese people who are the owners of Pizza 73. yay.
New topic, being reason three I'm so bitchy lately. My girlfriend who I'll call "M'Lady" has been on a tour of canada for the last 7 weeks. Now this sucks bad enough, but to add to it, the last time I HEARD from her was 5 weeks ago. pleasant, no? So I'm super excited that she's home in 8 days, and yet psychotically anxious because in 8 days I also find out if I still have a girlfriend. which I certainly hope I do, Im quite bent on her. I've known her for a while, a few years, minus a couple when we just never talked, and then I ran into her in Walmart back in May and BAM. We're together, and yeah, I'm a big fucking dork but I can say I love her. She's a stand up girl, morals, clean, gorgeous, and almost as cynical as I am. its fucking great. but you'd think even if she didnt want me anymore she'd just call and say "Its over" y'know? And if the reasoning that "I didnt want to do it over the phone" is the case, I'll be even MORE pissed, cuz I actually got hit on this summer and totally couldve hooked up with some major hotties. *sigh*. I miss M'Lady. Well, if I still have her in my life when she gets back, I'll probly never complain about most of the stuff in this rant (not a blog I hate that fucking word, its a goddamn rant) MUSIC MOMENT! *sing* shit piss fuck cunt cock sucker mother fucker tits fart turd and twat! I FUCKED YOUR MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!! END MUSIC MOMENT. fuck I gotta piss. brb......ok, just lost 2 pounds in liquid. Anyways, I miss M'Lady, I love her, I want her back. dammit.
Ok, other bitchy topics that generally roll off the tongue. I want my computer back. My poor computer is boxed up in my parents basement. I'm using Diddy's. I miss my better speaker system, I miss my massive 4 gig folder of rage/emo/depressing music, and I miss my bloodthirsty games where if you shoot someone they're body flies apart and the pieces bounce around while I giggle like a schoolgirl at her first sex ed class. I want my own apartment, but seeing as I do bitch work, until I finish college it'll be a long time before that happens. Oh, and I want an STi, but thats just me bitching about things I'll never have. Like a collection of mountain bikes. I have to many things to bitch about, and they've suddenly decided to bottleneck on me. They all want out, and unless I had Via-Voice and a method of sorting all the thoughts out, I'll never get to it all tonight. which pisses me off. Too many things piss me off, maybe I'm just easily irritable, though I never really get mad, its taken years of being depressed, recovering and teaching myself to just not CARE, to get to this stage, and people think I'm just "takin it like a bitch", actually, the reality is I never even hear most of whats said, I just DO, NOT, CARE. And most people think, which is probly true, that at some point I'm gonna go over, and just snap, and whoever gets in my way or whoever caused it, will probably never be able to enjoy the light of day again. Just remember. "When I snap, your the first to go". And seeing as I have that "Im gonna kill you" vibe, it shouldnt be to hard to prove it. Agh, my lack of anything resembling a life is astonishing. I sit in front of a computer 18 hours a day. why am I not 400 lbs. I need to go to the gym. and get back on my bike. fucking car, before it came along I rode EVERYwhere, I was a scrawny mofo. I need some muscle mass on me.
I am REALLY fucking hungry, ah the downfall of having no food and no money FOR food. and the upside of moving home. I'll get a proper diet. thank god. Ok, well Lynafred wants me to finish so she can read this. I'll bitch more when I'm inspired. I give it till I wake up. Good day, and fuck you.
Ho Ho jolly fucking ho, where to start. Tonight has been one of those nights that just fuels to the pent up need to snap. So seeing as I can't snap, due to socialogical reprocussions, I'll just bitch in here for a while, and probly forget half of what I was originally going to bitch about, which, in turn, will piss me off even more. Joy to the fucking world.
Ok, so my friend, we'll call her "tsubo" says I should come drinking tonight, which sounds great, seeing as Ive been in a drunken rut for a couple weeks, having no job. So I'm all geared up to get piss wasted and my roommate (we'll call him "Bro") decides he's not up to it, and goes to bed. So now I have to drive, and that means no drinking due to my heavy moral convictions which involve not getting a DUI ticket. Now I'm not one who typically enjoys the bar, so drinking in this situation is an absolute must, but since I said I'd go, I do. The place has just been renovated over 3 months, guess what was done? 2 signs were changed to the same sign plus a shit load of glitter, and the beer tables were moved around, I could've done a better renovation with one foot, in less than a week. Christ the shit from my runny shit on bad days could have done better. Oh, I forgot, they changed the arsenal of shit dance/rap music to shit rap/rave music. so the whole place is an echoing squeal of pain in my ears. So I suffer for an hour and half to be nice, and no, I'm not a rainbow at a bar, unless I'm so shitfaced I can barely walk, at which point anything is entertaining, except possibly anal granny porn. But back on track, being unhappy at bars, I'm told by Tsubo and her roommate that evidently I give of a bad vibe, and not just any bad vibe, but a "I'm going to kill everyone in this building" bad vibe. And mildly, I think thats a bit excessive, brutally maim maybe, but kill? Nah, I prefer to torture. Yes, welcome to my mind ladies and gentlemen, in this phase, I'm a complete asshole. So after mentally berating every wigger and slut in the place, I walk out, drive home, and turn on my peasant vision TV in one of the few last nights I have as a free man (which I'll get to later).
New paragraph, no particular reason except I feel like being anal about my format for some reason. SO, watching the Olympics because the other 3 channels are A) british 1 in the morning drama from the 50's, B) infomercials for churches that I dont care about, and C) some early 90's reruns about something I couldnt care less. So Olympics it is. Which, tonight happens to be rowing. Again. Ive watched Olypics alot in the last few days, having no job (also, something I'll get to) and they seem to be OBSESSING over rowing. for Christs sake, ITS A BOAT, A RACE, AND YOU CAN ONLY SHOW THE REPLAY SO MANY TIMES BEFORE I THROW A BRICK THROUGH MY TV. God. Sometimes there happens to be a good event on. but for some reason they only air the fucking queer as events. So my other roommate "Diddy" and I decide to go to Humptys to harass our friend, who at the moment Im gonna call "STD", but I'll rename her nicely another day. when I'm in a nice mood. But anyways, its STD's first night on shift, and we go to see her, right as bar rush gets out. Oh great, another row with these fuckbags. So we keep to ourselves more or less, and watch the TV, which again, is rowing, and then diving, which I like, seeing as I used to dive. And we spark the conversation, who allows some of these fucking games? Speed walking? WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT ABOUT. Not a sport! Much less an OLYMPIC sport. Jeebus. Rowing is right on the line. Some things, like the track and field, swimming, diving, gymnastics, power lifting, biking, yeah, those are Olympic style sports, but others are just fucking pathetic. At this rate we're going to see "Who can balance a spoon on your nose longest" as an Olympic sport. They should try something that takes SKILL, and yet creativity. Like Trials Mountain Biking, hardest thing EVER, yet no one acknowledges it. I think they need some creative and physically demolishing sports in there, like.....waterskiing, slalom, on 1950's skiis. and make the turns HARD. OR like....skydiving chicken, whoever pulls there chute last wins....or dies, depends how long they hold out. hehehe at least we could see some blood. Maybe IronMAn Paintball, no, SPEEDBALL. MWAHAHA. shirtless paintball hurts. and make it a winter sport so the paintballs dont break. But anyways, as physically fit as Olympians are, they're games are fucking lame. Get better ones.
So while attempting to avoid contact with the bar group, one chick comes in, this chick is BEGGING to be flamed upon. I'm all for piercings and gothness, sometimes its damn sexy on a chick, but one thing I HATE, is the excess use of make up. this chick had like, 4 inch wide red and black streaks coming off her eyes. and then a really shitty mohawk. one of those shirts with a Misfits symbol sewn on, so not really a misfits shirt, probly just a rat hole shirt with a patch sewn over. DAMMIT. I'm not a consumer whore, and I HATE brand names, but if you're going to support a band, wear THEY'RE STUFF, not homemade CRAP. Argh, ok, I can't rage to much on her, I avoiding looking at her. The upside of the night, I got to see "mermaid" again which was mega cool, I havent seen her in years, and she's still just as short as ever, and as hot. But she has grown a ghetto booty, and a sufficient sluthood in needing to climb on cowboys. Whatever, I'll still call her.
Ok, now I feel like bitching about the basic things that have been against me lately.
1) We got evicted. Again.2) I need a job. That doesnt suck3) I havent heard from my girlfriend in 5 weeks!
Ok, top of the list, a while back, the runt fucker in the basement, we call him Chinko, we dont actually know his name. Anyways, he never complained to us, just banged on the roof at 5 in the afternoon when we'd play guitar or something, yeah funny, I never knew being semi-loud in the middle of the day was bad. yet listening to techno and wrestling (which sounds like ass sex) at 4am (this was his activity) is ok? FUCK YOU. So he moves out, and decides to "warn" the next tenants that we're "loud" well fuck you hosebag. So our landlord says get out. we're like fuck that, we didnt do anything! So Diddy kisses some major landlord ass, which he seems to be really good at, fucking brownnoser. And we're allowed to stay. then last weekend I had some friends down and we all got superiorly TRASHED. We tried to keep the noise down by going to the bar, but the NEXT night, the continuation turned out to be the turning point, the house 2 doors down had a 40 person houseparty, and since our lights were on, when the cops got called, we got in shit too. So our landlord RE-kicked us out. Fuck em'. So now # 2 reason comes into play. I royally hated my last job, I answered phones and told idiot americans (a vast majority, trust me) how to fix they're internet. Anyways, I quit that a couple weeks ago, so having no job, when we got evicted we needed to find a new place, and since I had no job, I'm unable to pay DD or rent at a new place, SO I have to move home to my parents house. I can almost feel my freedom slipping away. fucking mormon parents. ah well, I'm gonna turn my room into a fuckin pimp ass apartment and never come out unless its for college or work. or to get drunk at Diddy and Bro's new place. So as having a job sucked, I just got a new one, which is total bitch work, but its a job. I make pizza. whoopee. then again, if I can get a job at the local Hostess factory, I can make more money for bitch work, and hate it too! and then piss off the lebanese people who are the owners of Pizza 73. yay.
New topic, being reason three I'm so bitchy lately. My girlfriend who I'll call "M'Lady" has been on a tour of canada for the last 7 weeks. Now this sucks bad enough, but to add to it, the last time I HEARD from her was 5 weeks ago. pleasant, no? So I'm super excited that she's home in 8 days, and yet psychotically anxious because in 8 days I also find out if I still have a girlfriend. which I certainly hope I do, Im quite bent on her. I've known her for a while, a few years, minus a couple when we just never talked, and then I ran into her in Walmart back in May and BAM. We're together, and yeah, I'm a big fucking dork but I can say I love her. She's a stand up girl, morals, clean, gorgeous, and almost as cynical as I am. its fucking great. but you'd think even if she didnt want me anymore she'd just call and say "Its over" y'know? And if the reasoning that "I didnt want to do it over the phone" is the case, I'll be even MORE pissed, cuz I actually got hit on this summer and totally couldve hooked up with some major hotties. *sigh*. I miss M'Lady. Well, if I still have her in my life when she gets back, I'll probly never complain about most of the stuff in this rant (not a blog I hate that fucking word, its a goddamn rant) MUSIC MOMENT! *sing* shit piss fuck cunt cock sucker mother fucker tits fart turd and twat! I FUCKED YOUR MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!! END MUSIC MOMENT. fuck I gotta piss. brb......ok, just lost 2 pounds in liquid. Anyways, I miss M'Lady, I love her, I want her back. dammit.
Ok, other bitchy topics that generally roll off the tongue. I want my computer back. My poor computer is boxed up in my parents basement. I'm using Diddy's. I miss my better speaker system, I miss my massive 4 gig folder of rage/emo/depressing music, and I miss my bloodthirsty games where if you shoot someone they're body flies apart and the pieces bounce around while I giggle like a schoolgirl at her first sex ed class. I want my own apartment, but seeing as I do bitch work, until I finish college it'll be a long time before that happens. Oh, and I want an STi, but thats just me bitching about things I'll never have. Like a collection of mountain bikes. I have to many things to bitch about, and they've suddenly decided to bottleneck on me. They all want out, and unless I had Via-Voice and a method of sorting all the thoughts out, I'll never get to it all tonight. which pisses me off. Too many things piss me off, maybe I'm just easily irritable, though I never really get mad, its taken years of being depressed, recovering and teaching myself to just not CARE, to get to this stage, and people think I'm just "takin it like a bitch", actually, the reality is I never even hear most of whats said, I just DO, NOT, CARE. And most people think, which is probly true, that at some point I'm gonna go over, and just snap, and whoever gets in my way or whoever caused it, will probably never be able to enjoy the light of day again. Just remember. "When I snap, your the first to go". And seeing as I have that "Im gonna kill you" vibe, it shouldnt be to hard to prove it. Agh, my lack of anything resembling a life is astonishing. I sit in front of a computer 18 hours a day. why am I not 400 lbs. I need to go to the gym. and get back on my bike. fucking car, before it came along I rode EVERYwhere, I was a scrawny mofo. I need some muscle mass on me.
I am REALLY fucking hungry, ah the downfall of having no food and no money FOR food. and the upside of moving home. I'll get a proper diet. thank god. Ok, well Lynafred wants me to finish so she can read this. I'll bitch more when I'm inspired. I give it till I wake up. Good day, and fuck you.
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