frosted flakes
What is with people these days? War? Fuck that. How lame. Anyways, I'm not exactly a political columnist. I don't really know exactly what's going on, and even better: I don't really give a shit. Our "great" country is in a constant state of emergency. There have been people shouting "WAR!" since that September day so long ago. Before that it was all these damn kids with their damn guns at school.
After this war is over there will be some new crisis to keep us glued to the television. It's nothing more than entertainment to us. I find it quite sick. If Columbine didn't get so much press, there wouldn't have been any repeats. If we had just acted as though 9/11 didn't really have any impact, we wouldn't have had any fucking shoe-bombers or anything even remotely like that.
Enough of that fucking subject. Umm. What's new in Brent-land? Sam is sick. She's having umm..female problems. I feel quite bad for her. My fucking band won't leave me the fuck alone. All I hear is the constant ring from my phone screeching it's way into my last fiber of sanity. I'm going to take my cell phone and bury it in the fucking ground one of these days.
I have no job. Well, technically I do, but I wouldn't really call it a job. They have no work for me, which also means they have no money to give me for the work I'm not doing. It sucks. I'm in the agonizing process of getting a new job. What's even the point? Oh yeah, money. Almost forgot. I'm a slave to the almighty dollar, just like everyone else in the world.
Well, I guess I'm done bitching. I don't really feel any better. Just a bit more profound. Like I should start a cult or something. That's an idea! Maybe I can find some idiots who will pay to worship me. If you're interested, contact me. I'll accept donations too. Make all checks payable to: Feed Brent and his Ego. Just a thought.
After this war is over there will be some new crisis to keep us glued to the television. It's nothing more than entertainment to us. I find it quite sick. If Columbine didn't get so much press, there wouldn't have been any repeats. If we had just acted as though 9/11 didn't really have any impact, we wouldn't have had any fucking shoe-bombers or anything even remotely like that.
Enough of that fucking subject. Umm. What's new in Brent-land? Sam is sick. She's having umm..female problems. I feel quite bad for her. My fucking band won't leave me the fuck alone. All I hear is the constant ring from my phone screeching it's way into my last fiber of sanity. I'm going to take my cell phone and bury it in the fucking ground one of these days.
I have no job. Well, technically I do, but I wouldn't really call it a job. They have no work for me, which also means they have no money to give me for the work I'm not doing. It sucks. I'm in the agonizing process of getting a new job. What's even the point? Oh yeah, money. Almost forgot. I'm a slave to the almighty dollar, just like everyone else in the world.
Well, I guess I'm done bitching. I don't really feel any better. Just a bit more profound. Like I should start a cult or something. That's an idea! Maybe I can find some idiots who will pay to worship me. If you're interested, contact me. I'll accept donations too. Make all checks payable to: Feed Brent and his Ego. Just a thought.