Okay, if you're 14, yes, you might have a shitty life. A lot of kids do. I feel sorry for you. But quickly, quietly, for the love of god QUIT SHOOTING EACH OTHER UP.

The ending of House was beautiful today.

I hate country music. HATE HATE HATE it. So what happens? I'm in my car, flipping through stations...and of course, SIX straight stations of country. My ears were bleeding after that first one, are they wanting to give me an aneurysm as well? Seriously, come on College Station. You can do better than that. I mean, what the fuck? But the scary part ( Read more... )

Until recently, I was a pretty big Obama fan. Some of his recent comments, however, severely turned me off. I've never been a big Clinton fan. I'm still not. However, her stock rose significantly in my book. According to her site:

Hillary will restore the federal government's commitment to science by:
* Signing an Executive Order that:

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Tonight should probably not happen again...

According to a poll by pew, Americans hate me more than Muslims and Mormons. Honestly! More than the Mormons! That makes me a saaad panda! But I'm sure they have good reason. We're all evil people looting, plundering, raping and murdering, right?

Here's the poll


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Found this amusing.


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Only Dawkins, or perhaps his psychiatrist, can say why this subject seems to make him so angry; but he should be advised that the intemperate hostility he exhibits towards his subject is counterproductive.  I’ll eat my shiny peaked cap if this book persuades even the most hesitant half-Fascist to renounce his beliefs.

… [Dawkins’s] sense of ‘ ( Read more... )

As of a few days ago, I had no idea who this bitch was. I'd never heard the name, I'd never cared to hear the name and I'd never been in a situation where I was capable of hearing the name. But a few days ago the Mallet of Infinite Boredom flew into my house and repeatedly smashed me in the face. This changed the whole situation.

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How many of you know what I'm referencing when I use the term "emo?" When you hear the word "emo," are images of tight-panted, shaggy-haired, sweater-wearing mega whiners thrust into your unwilling imagination? If so, then we're on the same page. If not, pull your head out of your ass.

I'm sick of it. I'm sick and fucking tired of puling, sissy- ( Read more... )