Mar 26, 2004 22:40
Stuck home on a Friday night.
My days are just brilliant like that. I could be out right now intoxicating my body with savoring altered states but have subdued myself to the disliking of just about everything. Well, it’s really not anything new for me, but I need to come to my senses. It’s been a long time since I have thoroughly been the women I’m not and bitched about shit I hate. I mean, c’mon. If people consider women the scrutinizing race of society I might as well take the title of something along those lines. I’m actually too lazy to give a fuck anymore. I think it’s rather humorous, but then again I can be so vain and get away with it. Oh well, I’m sure there’s a lot of people who hate me anyway. It’s kind of an honor to have someone hate you so much, you become the center of their universe and they realize subconsciously how consecrated you really are. I’m certainly not a narcissist, just dreadfully aware of how much people really suck. They’re so ignorant that it really appalls me but I don’t think it bothers as many people as it should. It really should. But then again, we’re run by a man who can’t address a speech without making up a word or choking on a pretzel. Yes, he’s a Harvard graduate. Big fucking deal. Graduating from a high-scholar academy doesn’t make you shit.
“God loves you, and I love you. And you can count on both of us as a powerful message that people who wonder about their future can hear.”
Well, God if you’re listening, why torture this country with 4 more years of this asshole attempting to run our country or rather, speak properly? This is the true white man’s burden; having our president’s become worse and worse as the years progress. Speak softly and carry a big stick, so I can beat the shit out of W. An equally imprudent candidate on my hit list is Scooby Doo. I fucking hate that dog and all his ridiculously inane apprentices. If you like that show, don’t let me know because I don’t give a fuck. You’re an idiot if you like anything relating with a dog with a speech impediment. It’s either you bark or speak sufficiently, there’s no in between. Which reminds me, why would they make a sequel to the first piece of shit that crawled out of the ass of Hollywood? I never saw it, nor do I need to in order to know that it was horrible. Sequels ruin all movies unless it’s an already promised movie trilogy. If you like a movie and hear that its sequel is coming out, don’t go and see it and spoil the first one. You deserve the torture if you actually pay to see a classic ruined. Certainly, don’t bitch to me.
“Is sex dirty? Only if it’s done right” Or done in a movie theatre, which is another thing I don’t get. Why doing anything sexual in the movies? Sticky floors, uncomfortable seating. Yes, that makes you real sexy, son. Underdeveloped vagina and a 13-year old gummy bear stuck to your shoe. Have sex on your own time and your own floor. But don’t get me wrong, I love sex as much as anyone, possibly more than some, (Here we go, now people are going to say, “Not more than me!” and if I had a dick, I’d slap them with it) but I don’t think cum in my popcorn is “sexy”. I better leave before I piss someone else off and feel better about myself. I love Woody Allen.
Makes little kids cry,
Beth