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Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Wed, 29 Aug 2007 02:06:44 GMT

In other news:

I'd really love to hit the highway like a battering ram on a silver-black phantom bike.

{Like a sinner before the gates of Heaven}

Birthday Wish

Wed, 29 Aug 2007 01:59:13 GMT

If someone were to buy me the complete works of Meatloaf, or Meat Loaf depending on the billing, I would give them in return an all expenses paid trip to Pleasuretown*, population You--and, well, me, but shhh.

{He's ugly, but he can sing.}

*Trip to Pleasuretown not available outside of the continental US, family members and men need not apply. Member of FDIC.

1604

Sun, 26 Aug 2007 06:42:17 GMT

I've been on Xanga 1604 days... Let's see here:

England disentangled itself from the Eighty Years War in 1604.

That's seriously all that happened.

That's pretty gay.

Like... Liberace in a steam room at the Y, gay.

{Seriously}

The irony is not lost on me.

Mon, 25 Jun 2007 06:19:22 GMT

I'm a loser and I don't know what Anna sees in me.

{Goodbye}

RAR!

Mon, 18 Jun 2007 01:38:40 GMT

I can say, with some authority, that I'm the coolest person ever.

Like, seriously, I'm so cool, that compared to me, ice cubes are like magma.

Or hot iron, since they're solid and magma is technically a fluid.

{Whatev}

It's finally happened.

Tue, 12 Jun 2007 09:19:03 GMT

I've run out of things to say.

{Completely}

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Wed, 16 May 2007 14:25:48 GMT

I hate girls who think they're tough shit. You know the ones, the ones who are first to shout the omnipresent litany of 'You ain't know me!' or a variation thereof, the ones who usually have a welfare check in the mailbox and an Escalade in the driveway.

I hate them.

You can't /do/ anything about them because, moronic as they are, they know one simple thing: you can't show them who's boss within eyeshot of any other male. Even if that bitch is trying to kick your ass you have to--at best--try to maneuver away.

I'm meaner than most people, so I think I'd take the chance and just punch her in the throat. I was surfing the interweb and saw a video where a girl stepped up to some guy after he bumped into her in the crowded confines of a party and spilled some of her, what I assume is Hypnotiq on her dress. She finished spilling her drink on him, and then hit him with a bottle procured from a helpful hanger-on whore. After he slapped the taste of her self-important bitchery out of her mouth he was promptly jumped by every guy in the vicinity.

In a situation like that, I'd deal with it, but any other time I'd have done exactly what he did.

If girls want equal rights they should stop expecting special treatment just because they're girls.

And anyway at the professional level a woman makes 75% of what a man typically does; I ask you this:
How can you be equal if you aren't worth as much?

{:D}

Lordi

Mon, 30 Apr 2007 06:32:09 GMT

What was that? I couldn't hear you over the sound of how awesome I am.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=4s2TfNlJ_nQ

I don't care how silly Lordi is to most metal fans. I love Lordi.

The Devil is a Loser(a different song than the one linked), and he's my bitch.

That is quality songwriting.

{The day of Rockening}

Here comes the science:

Wed, 18 Apr 2007 08:40:26 GMT

http://youtube.com/watch?v=rWuXpfXSl5Y&mode=related&search=

{wft0wned}

HI-C Niggah

Wed, 11 Apr 2007 08:11:07 GMT

I recently purchased--with help from Anna--a 12 pack of Hi-C.

Those little boxes.

I froze them. Like I did when I was younger.

My dismay that they were not red and therefore would not stain my lips and fingers like I'd just slaughtered my way through woodstock is placated somewhat by the fact that this particular treat is just as enjoyable and delicious as I remember it.

The only problem is, just now, I ate one so fast that the ice headache had no time to catch up with me.

Until I was done. Leaning back to sigh contentedly.

That ice headache came at me like it was being chased by a stormcloud the size of Vietnam. I actually cried out in agony.

I'm getting another box.

{Mmyeah}