December 19, 2002
Today’s thought was about the children’s’ movie Rigoletto. It is a rather cute movie, and I would recommend it to anyone who enjoys music. I would love to hunt down the soundtrack, or at least download the one song I believe is truly beautiful. Would it ruin my gothic image if I said I cried the first time I heard it...? You have to cut me some slack though...I first saw it in ’94...I wasn’t gothic back then. So, yeah. Society sucks goat anus. Ostracizing individuals who just happen to be slightly different than the majority. Damn sheep. Where would they be if there weren’t the free thinkers that started all of the hip trends? Nowhere. Just look at my generation. We can’t even decide what damn fashion statement we want to make, how the hell are we going to act when the world falls into our hands?! Honestly, it’s like a whole damn generation of cocktail waitresses named Candy or Ginger or some other kind of spice. Please people, why the heck would you name your kid a spice anyway? That’s like tattooing the words ‘I’m a Hooker’ on the poor kids’ forehead. Think about it, have you ever seen any kind of clout surrounding someone named Candy, Sugar, Ginger, or Allspice? Nope, didn’t think so.
December 20, 2002
Today’s thought was on societies shallowness. I got into a fight with Lori-Ann today. I forget how the conversation started, but she said ‘...the reason you don’t have a boyfriend is because you’re not pretty. No offense or anything, but they broke the ugly stick on you girl...’ She obviously takes shallow to a whole new level. Yeah I know I’m not all that pretty, but I have depth, I have personality, two things that she very much lacks. The sad thing is, I know she’s right. Society in general is so caught up on the body that they forget the person...they’re so worried about their figure and looks that they ignore the most important thing...heart. I know it sounds corny, but it’s the truth. Lori went on to say ‘no offense, but it’ll be a long ass time before you find a boyfriend.’ Did this hurt...? Yes, and I won’t lie about it. It hurt to have someone I consider a friend rip into me like that. She may have looks, but looks fade. Over time your face will wrinkle and your figure will sag, then Lori, and people like her will have nothing. The cute boi will become an old man, the beautiful girl will age and droop, then they will be left with nothing. But the different, the unique, the strange, weird, uncool...the ugly will fall back on their great personalities. Take a good long look in the mirror...look beyond the complexion...the makeup...the hair...really look at yourself...do you see a person...or an empty void...? I look in the mirror and I like what I see. I have personality, I have depth, I look beyond the body to the real person. Do you?
December 21, 2002
Today’s thought was on life in general. Life bites, and when you finally bite back you die. Sometimes I wonder if it’s all worth it. I mean look around...the world sucks. Not just the states, but everywhere. People die by the thousands every single day. Humanity in general sucks. Bah. Obviously I’m in a bad mood, and I don’t feel like elaborating on my thoughts. Deal with it or not, I don’t care.
December 22, 2002
Today’s thought was on golf. What screwy person came up with that game? What would possess a person to hit a tiny little white ball with a stick and try to get it in a little gopher hole a million yards away? I don’t know how they can call golf a sport. A monkey can play golf. Then again a monkey can kick a ball too, but that’s not the same because soccer is great and golf just sucks goat anus. And they have to wear those stupid little hats and those gay socks. (yes yes I know one should never refer to homosexuals in a derogatory manner, but there’s not other way to describe those socks, they’re just damn gay. With the little checkered plaid thing going on, and those stupid little hats, gay. Completely and utterly gay) And they can’t just have one stick, they’ve gotta have a million different sticks to hit the same damn ball. Furthermore, getting the ball in the little hole a million yards away wasn’t enough, they had to add sand and oceans. Freaking idiots. Go back to Scotland ya skirt wearing pansies. We want you not. As fer Tiger Woods, go bite a goat you moron. And learn a real sport like soccer or ping pong! Ping pong is a great game. With the little paddle and the little ball and the table that bites ya. I love ping pong. Ping pong, the sport of champions.
December 23, 2002
I'm going to splice a rabbit with a chicken...I could call it a chunnie...it would have the body of a rabbit...feathers like a chicken...and a beak...so it could peck people of course...I'd name my chunnie Ralfus. I'd teach it to dance like a lil monkey and peck people if they don't give it money. Muh lil chunnie...I'd love the lil guy...that would be great...featherie rabbit...w00t.
December 24, 2002
Fuck Christmas.
January 07, 2003
I hate those damn trix kids! Little cereal nazis. All the rabbit wants is some cereal. And it’s his fucking cereal in the first place! Whose face is on the box?? HIS!! Jeezus on a pogo stick give the bunnie some damn cereal! If all it’s going to take to let the rabbit die happy is a bowl of cereal, give it to him! And ‘trix is only for kids’?! What if the rabbit is a kid in rabbit years? Even if he’s not, in human years he’s a fucking baby! All he wants is some of his cereal! If I was that rabbit I’d take a machete to the little fuckers...that’d teach them. ‘uh huh silly rabbit, trix are just fer kids!’ I’d just bitch slap the sucker, slash his head off, and steal the cereal. Firebomb the idiots! Bite ‘em! You’re a rabbit for gods sake! Give the wankers rabies or some junk! Take a baseball bat to their heads. Give ::smack:: me ::smack:: my ::smack:: fucking ::smack:: cereal ::smack:: you ::smack:: fucking ::smack:: cereal ::smack:: nazis! ::stab:: With their holier than thou attitude and the whole I’m a fucking retard looks...give the rabbit his cereal! AHH! Throw the stupid little snot nosed idiots into a blender! With that stupid sponge!!! You canNOT play your nose like a flute! Unless your nose has a fucking 90° angle in it, it’s not a damn flute! It’s a clarinet, or an oboe, or a recorder! NOT a fuckin flute! And those square pants look idiotic! I HOPE YOU CHOKE ON ONE OF THOSE FUCKING BURGERS YOU FUCKING SPONGY SHIT! I hate that damn sponge with a passion! Just like those damnable trix kids! I’m gonna firebomb that stupid ass sponge. Sponge bob square shit, meet mai machete. Trix bitches, meet mai widdle friend semi-automatic-bazooka-lazer-beam-rifle.
