I swear to God. If fuckhole cuts my water *one* *more* *time* without giving me prior notice, I'm gonna go old testament on him.

That's two days in a row.

Two days in a row that find me in an incredibly good mood. The sort of mood where you feel like dancing your way down the street all Gene Kelly-like.

Which obviously means I got a tumor in my brain or something.

Now, back to singing along loudly to Sympathy for the Devil.

http://www.poetv.com/video.php?vid=19841

This is a heaping bucket of awesome.

We now return you to your regularly scheduled broadcast.

Tell me Lord can ya feel me?

Show a sign.

Damn near running outta time, everybody's dyin'.

Mama raised a hellraiser.

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Spongebab.

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Fuckin' internet.

I think part of the reason why I find it difficult to wrap my head around is that it seems to be geared around end results (seemingly a common theme for post modern/post structuralist thinking) whereas I am more interested in the begining of the road. The destination is marked with inevitability, so why should I care? It doesn't matter if it is ( Read more... )

Zomg! I'm so much more e-mature than everyone around me ( Read more... )

Well, it was a very nice wedding ( Read more... )

I just posted a link to a video in someone's journal yet my post
doesn't seem to have shown up. Weird.

I hope I didn't just accidentally post a link to the South Park/World of Warcraft
episode in the wrong LJ by mistake because I wasn't paying attention.

With my luck, I just put up a funny video under someone LJ entry about their
cat dying.

Dear me,

What the fuck are you doing drunk on a monday morning?
Have you no shame?! Act your age!

With love,
Super-Ego.

Dear Super-Ego,

Go fuck yourself in the eyesocket. Just for that, I'm going to
drink turpentine.

HateHateHate,
Id and the gang.