Goddamn, what is it about the internet that makes dumb people flock to it. Congratulations fuckface, you're showing a whole new audience of people how stupid you are. Whether it's worthless opinions (and don't give me that "opinions can never be wrong, somethings are just retarded and better left unsaid), a lack of grammar and spelling skill (or at ( Read more... )

So in a matter of minutes I'm going to visit my Grandfather and Step-Grandmama. Yay for the 7-8 hour drive it takes to get to Phoenix. Yay. Yay. I'll be online some of the time, so we may converse on the line. Feel free to leave me a comment with gory details of what you're thinking about.

Life is disgustingly unfair. It's times like these when you question the most basic of your beliefs.

I'm not going to talk about it here.

I fucking love the Clippers.

muahhaha. it's jackie, obviously. so i was thinking about matt.. and how i control his journal, so i thought, why not make a POST? oh boy, i'm excited. about life. i decided to knit a manly scarf for matt. well, after i learn to knit again. and then the metrosexuals won't have NUTHIN on him.

*waves hello*

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I pose a question to you all ( Read more... )

Matt = Loves Jackie

Matt: Hey Dad, you wanna see a REAL man in action?
Dad: What?
(I put a clove of garlic in my mouth and bite down.)
(A short period of time passes.)
(I make a funny face.)
Matt: Boy am I sorry I did that.
Dad: A REAL MAN!

Wait for the late night hour. Turn out all the lights. Throw on your headphones. Put on Shook Ones by Mobb Deep.

The feeling is inexplicable. And utterly amazing.

It's disgustingly cute how some people read my journal which I sporadically update and is barely representative of who I am, and use this as a means of deriving an opinion of me. That's so amazingly childish. I never write in here about how unhappy I am. I never tell the public my deepest thoughts and feelings. One cannot judge me (accurately) by ( Read more... )