I fell asleep halfway through writing this.....
You spin me right round baby right round like a record baby...Isn't it fucking INSANE how most songs are either about love, sex or politics? I mean, why can't we just make a goddamn song about the trip to Ohio we had, not the riot that went down there. Or like, how we're happy we woke up the next day or even how we're going to throw up because of some fat nasty hooker walking by while we forced down some rancid meat? Just anything else, life and art isn't just about love, sexuality and politics, its about expression and dammit, if I'm having a hard time taking a shit because of my having constipation, I'm going to want to express that shit!-literally!
I haven't done anything on here in so long. My last posting here was over about a year ago exactly-hey wait Sean, hold on, watch how we don't give a shit!! Well see, here's my thing about that. Making a journal online isn't just about getting popularity and shit. Like, ok, I'm on another site right now and that site has a people counter for how many times I was viewed, counts my friends for me so I can keep track of the whole 3 who are important...I mean the fucking works. The name of the site-Myspace. I'm a fucking Myspace Whore, I'll admit it. Not in the sense of OO! I have 30,000 friends!!! 29,997 of which I don't know, have never met and never will...oh..and one of them's from China...UNIQUE!!! The whole online journal thing has become a popularity contest to me. Now people are like "well, if noone's going to read what I have to say, why should I?" The whole idea, the whole purpose and intent of a journal has been lost I think. I mean, people in the past didn't have computers or anything. I mean, I don't think that when they wrote in their journal, they immediately ran their happy little victorian ass, white powder wig flailing everywhere, down to town center and city hall and nailed that shit up there. The journal was meant to hold your thoughts and feelings if you didn't necessarily feel it that important to publicize or if you just wanted to vent. Noone gave a flying fuck shit who knew!If they wanted to publicize their ideas, they went to town hall during a meeting and yelled it at someone or even wrote a book. Now granted writing a book isn't as easy as it was then. But if I say, if you want to fucking publicize your feelings, go out there and do what they did in town hall....yell that shit! Just anyone, just walk up to someone, wait until you have their full undivided attention and just YELL it! "THEY SHOULD MAKE JEANS THAT DON'T CAUSE JOCK ITCH!!!" or even you go crazy one day and start thinking "GEORGE BUSH IS A GOOD MAN AND THE PATRIOT ACT IS A GOOD IDEA!!!"...Cheney's a little fatty...::sigh:: the whole "I hate George Bush" thing is getting so old...I mean, its true, its all true. But in the end, who doesn't? I mean, yea, we kinda sit here on our lazy pastey asses and wait to see what crazy new cockamamy thing he decides to wrench out of his ass today, but its just getting old...pst..Sean...you spelled "cockamaime" wrong...Fuck you Bob Newhart, noone's reading this anyway, so why? bah dum TISH!...anyway, my hatred's moved on. I mean, its there still. Oh trust me, its there still. But its moved on. My new target....Hilary fucking Duff. Oh Martha Stewart and Celine Dion are my forever top 2-speaking of which, fuck Duff! That fucking homemaking child laboring house-people judging uptight insecure stock market gyping con just got hitched! Anyone saw that?....AGAIN?!?!?!...WHAT THE FUCK?!?! I can't even see dating her for some easy ass and money. Fuck that noise. I would sooner behead her then get hitched to her. So here's my plan. Hillary Duff is coming to town and a few friends of mine want to go because they think she's hot....which is cool, give a hooker her ho-money, its alright. Nothing wrong with that. They want me to go too, so my plan is, walk up there wearing a bib and holding a fork and knife. When she comes on stage....I'll lunge up and EAT HER!!!! MMMM Duff Pie! Rawr! Check out my moustache! OOOOOOOoooooo...TWIRLY!!! My dogs are whiny bitches....well...one is a bitch, literally....but they're whiney. I'll give em little kisses on their little puppy noses to help them feel better...let them lick me....lick my balls.....WHAT???!?? NOTHING!! NOTHING!! I said NOTHING!! Alrighty well I'm in the mood to do some spoken word writing, I'll post back on this later when I get bored.
I haven't done anything on here in so long. My last posting here was over about a year ago exactly-hey wait Sean, hold on, watch how we don't give a shit!! Well see, here's my thing about that. Making a journal online isn't just about getting popularity and shit. Like, ok, I'm on another site right now and that site has a people counter for how many times I was viewed, counts my friends for me so I can keep track of the whole 3 who are important...I mean the fucking works. The name of the site-Myspace. I'm a fucking Myspace Whore, I'll admit it. Not in the sense of OO! I have 30,000 friends!!! 29,997 of which I don't know, have never met and never will...oh..and one of them's from China...UNIQUE!!! The whole online journal thing has become a popularity contest to me. Now people are like "well, if noone's going to read what I have to say, why should I?" The whole idea, the whole purpose and intent of a journal has been lost I think. I mean, people in the past didn't have computers or anything. I mean, I don't think that when they wrote in their journal, they immediately ran their happy little victorian ass, white powder wig flailing everywhere, down to town center and city hall and nailed that shit up there. The journal was meant to hold your thoughts and feelings if you didn't necessarily feel it that important to publicize or if you just wanted to vent. Noone gave a flying fuck shit who knew!If they wanted to publicize their ideas, they went to town hall during a meeting and yelled it at someone or even wrote a book. Now granted writing a book isn't as easy as it was then. But if I say, if you want to fucking publicize your feelings, go out there and do what they did in town hall....yell that shit! Just anyone, just walk up to someone, wait until you have their full undivided attention and just YELL it! "THEY SHOULD MAKE JEANS THAT DON'T CAUSE JOCK ITCH!!!" or even you go crazy one day and start thinking "GEORGE BUSH IS A GOOD MAN AND THE PATRIOT ACT IS A GOOD IDEA!!!"...Cheney's a little fatty...::sigh:: the whole "I hate George Bush" thing is getting so old...I mean, its true, its all true. But in the end, who doesn't? I mean, yea, we kinda sit here on our lazy pastey asses and wait to see what crazy new cockamamy thing he decides to wrench out of his ass today, but its just getting old...pst..Sean...you spelled "cockamaime" wrong...Fuck you Bob Newhart, noone's reading this anyway, so why? bah dum TISH!...anyway, my hatred's moved on. I mean, its there still. Oh trust me, its there still. But its moved on. My new target....Hilary fucking Duff. Oh Martha Stewart and Celine Dion are my forever top 2-speaking of which, fuck Duff! That fucking homemaking child laboring house-people judging uptight insecure stock market gyping con just got hitched! Anyone saw that?....AGAIN?!?!?!...WHAT THE FUCK?!?! I can't even see dating her for some easy ass and money. Fuck that noise. I would sooner behead her then get hitched to her. So here's my plan. Hillary Duff is coming to town and a few friends of mine want to go because they think she's hot....which is cool, give a hooker her ho-money, its alright. Nothing wrong with that. They want me to go too, so my plan is, walk up there wearing a bib and holding a fork and knife. When she comes on stage....I'll lunge up and EAT HER!!!! MMMM Duff Pie! Rawr! Check out my moustache! OOOOOOOoooooo...TWIRLY!!! My dogs are whiny bitches....well...one is a bitch, literally....but they're whiney. I'll give em little kisses on their little puppy noses to help them feel better...let them lick me....lick my balls.....WHAT???!?? NOTHING!! NOTHING!! I said NOTHING!! Alrighty well I'm in the mood to do some spoken word writing, I'll post back on this later when I get bored.