lung cancer.

WELLP, ITS THAT TIME AGAIN, FOR ALL THE THINGS RIPPING AT ME TO COME FLYING OUT AT TOP SPEED LIKE A MIDGET ON STILTS AND CRACK…GOTTA LOVE THE LITTLE BUGGERS…. oh…oops…had the caps on for a while. No matter I wasn’t yelling anyways…. well in the diary blog, I basically ripped a former interest a new one because of something or other she said and I’m over that little bugger, I’ve had a beer, so things are a little trippy at the moment, if you get me meaning…. great… I’m Irish and I can’t hold my liquor…what next?

Well, might as well get on with this thing and find out, once and for all, what’s bugging me. Well, nothing at the moment, its more or less, the same stuff that’s been eating at me for the past couple of days, you know, love, hate, oblivion, snack cakes, hostess…ummm…food.

Anyway…lets see ere. Carmen. What about her? Only so long I can write about her before it gets a bit stale and then it loses flavor, so ill not go there. Sarah…ummm…whoop…. boy. Well, other then the fact that she’s probably the most adorable woman i’ve met, liked admitted I liked, and become friends with, things are ok with me and her, and I couldn’t ask for a better friend then her and her brother. Matt.mike…Mattel. No.its mike. Yeah definitely mike. Mike…. Koenig…. hmm, lets explore that little dude for a moment here….

Well…my first impression was that he step out of a men’s clothing catalogue and that he was a little bit snobby at the time meeting him, but over time i’ve learned a great dead from him and on more then one occasion his bounty of knowledge has pretty much been my saving grace. One little tidbit was that all humans are idiots. In other news, through him I met Sarah, and through Sarah I met Andrew…. and that guys cool to boot as well lets see what I can come up with in my semi drunk stupor.

Andrew, Andrew, Andrew…where to begin. I cant really. I know him well…like that he’s a student at the college, he’s connected to TV stars, has an awesome last name which I cant remember at the moment and has been friends with mike and Sarah for longer then I have. Other then that, I don’t know much else about him. I hope to get to know him better so that way I can see different aspects of his mind and how it works. Because to be honest, brutally and evilly most heinously honest? Lol had you for a second. What was I talking about?

Anyways, back to where ever these things going…. which is nowhere fast and everywhere slow. I’m playing final fantasy 3, which is four less then seven, and nine less than twelve. And I love every minute of it. You can be a dark knight, you are batman! Dragoon is sweet also.

Frathnicing hell…. nowhere to go? It always ticks me off when I cant think of anything to write because I just go on and on and on and on and on…. about nothing in particular. Just like a good seined episode. I still can’t believe there airing reruns of it on TV. That’s some seriosly funny stuff right there. This blog has been rated PG for both humane and somewhat sexually driven pleasure of writing. Oh… I just (censored for content)…. now why the hell did I write that there…. anyways…no I didn’t just (censored for content)…why would I go and do that on the computer? Porn…. oppose…porno pops. A new ice cream bar…. how about that?

One thing that’s really been bugging me is that fact that I can predict things that will happen, or do happen from time to time, and sometimes it happens and other times it doesn’t. Like the fact that I gradually falling asleep while writing this and still managing to hit the keys in the correct manner. Typing without sight. Now blind people can type as well with some effort.

Well I’m running out of things to write about against…oh wait found something else. Tracy got a new hairstyle and I noticed it… it suits her, not too much volume, right amount of curl, and just enough bounce to it. How ever, this other gal I saw while I was going down the stairs had hair that had looked like it had been through hell. Mainly the whole seventies look how big I can get my hair to be look. Not exactly fun to look at. But it does give me something to write about. Plus we made eye contact and it was all-good. She was cute, but she was also the same one I’m not about to talk about. Ever, again.

Hmm.new people I met whilst carousing the campus, angelica, Erica and either Paul or someone else…cant rightly remember, asked Erica if they were going to be doing some biology classes, and knowing full well that they were. Proceeded to try and dust off my flirting skills. Needless to say they need work. Theres something about women that are shoulder heath to me I can never put my finger on. They just drive me wild I guess. However, I must admit that she did have soft hands. Which is a good thing.

smack down!

Yo. I fond my old camcorder, and you know what that means? Absolutely nothing. Well it means something to me. Now you made me cry, damn you! Anyway, before the buzz takes hold of me and sets me ablaze with the damnable remarks of Edgar Allan Poe. “Quote the raven never more.” Frathnic too late. Now what am I typing.

I don’t know what the hell is going on anymore, I really don’t, it’s like every couple days I’m getting a beer. So what does that mean? Absolutely nothing, it means you’ll all get to enjoy these lovely little things all the more while laughing your asses off, falling off your chairs next to a conveniently places stair case, fall down, die, come back to life and sue me for writing this.

But enough about the weather, lets check in with the romance department. Yes… romance. Why romance? Because I feel like it, Frathnic, let’s talk about the one thing that never seems to come up, my penal function recurring nightmares about Vieira… never mind, moving on! Frathnic Carmen, I don’t feel nothing for her anymore, like I said before, its through with, I’m done with trying to befriend the un-befriend able, I wish her luck in what ever she does and whatnot. Sarah? Hmm.that’s a tough one right there, I like her, but as for beyond friendship? The jury still out on that one folks, Carla? Harm… Frathnic… harm…. eh… she‘s cool, she short, and I could probably carry her on my back if I wanted to, so that’s not a problem.

Its time I be honest here folks, not that I haven’t been already, its just that a lot of things have recently popped up in my dreams which are both unexplainably and closely related to that night I got drunk off my ass, wrote something in genius that would solve the worlds food shortage and make millions of dollars, and proceeded to throw it into the fireplace and sing out loud “burn baby burn.” needless to say I’m having a good day so far.

My drivers license…well what about it? I need it and a California id to get around, and also, to pose nude for life art classes and photo shoots. Although the site of my (expletive deleted) is enough to make any person say W.T.F and try to examine it closer, I’m afraid it would jump up and say “Hi.” yes its that talented. Can you tell this is a drunken blog yet? Although I am comfortable with my body and that’s a good thing. Cause I’m sexy damn it! Damn you Lionel Ritchie!

In other related topics I’ve recently developed a pain in my right leg, from the hip down to my ankle, and mainly it’s at the joints. I don’t mind that so much anymore, but it’s going to make walking around a bitch. And running is way the Frathnic out of the question.

As stated numerous times, I plan to run for the A.S.B presidential position although much of my platform will remain the same, there will be a slight few changes. What changes there are I’m not saying. I don’t want to tell you, because I don’t know yet. Steven Colbert Frathnicing rocks! YEAH BOY!

What should I smack around next? The red stripe I sucked down primarily before writing this blog. Although the bottle is next to me, I’m feeling incredibly liberated, like I can talk about anything my twisted little drunk heart desires. I like porn, and cheese. Although I haven’t seen much of either lately, because…. I’m a busy guy with very complex issues to deal with, more then that. Decided ‘what the hell I should wear for the day’, it’s just that a lot of the time I don’t really know what to wear. Someday I’ll just slide around the house in nothing but my sock singing metal songs, while neighbors react in aw and horror. But only on special days.

Carmen, that two horned, free for all, loving, friendly as hell, lovable little teddy bear… where the hell was I and why am I talking about her again? Now I’m getting tired and sleepy all at the same time.

rudder butter nutter slut

Well here’s a weird as hell dream I had last night…it was something more of the nightmare persuasion… but it was still funnier then Frathnic anyways. Here we go, because I just cracked open a red stripe and it feels good! So far…

I was in an office like thingy… oh screw it. I was in the A.S.B office, just surfing the web, writing an article for the local college paper when Armando appears out of no where, or was it Carmen? I can’t remember. And no I’m not obsessed. I’m just writing what I remember. Anyways, I think I was writing a paper on what I knew about her. But she was there just kinda floating around. So I asked her “What’s going on?” and she didn’t really say anything… so I’m like “ok.” So then I go back to writing, THEN Armando shows up, asking a bunch of questions, like “What’s the paper on? How’s everything going? Do you realize your scaring the crap out of the tall midget next to you?” I answered “yes, yes, and no.” although it didn’t really answer any of his questions, I was more then happy to divulge some of the more interesting aspects of everything in the universe.

And that is when shit got freaky.

First off, a hole opened up in the Frathnicing thing and a giant hand popped out and smacked in the face and then disappeared. And there’s Carmen who is just sitting there like some freaky little devil doll with a twisted little smile. Needless to say, I got sick of that and turned her butt into a muffin. Upon which the local geese patrol decided to munch on muffin butt for a while, although her legs fell off and ran off by them selves. And then she promptly disappeared.

Next was the fact that I suddenly remembered a lot of things I wasn’t able to previously. Red stripe is a good thing at 11:04 in the morning. Anyways, shit got really freaky at this point in time. An old flame of mine, Candice Mitchell… well wasn’t really a flame, more like a lit candle that got blown out before the wick was lit. Anyways, she took Carmen’s place. I was kinda weirder out by that particular fact. Eh go figure. But I was almost done with the paper and she decided to unplug the damned thing. And I was like “HEY! WTF DID YOU DO THAT FOR?” and she was like “Well, you aren’t supposed to finish it.” “What?” she said I wasn’t supposed to finish the paper or else some serious shit would go down in the waking world. Whatever the Frathnic that meant. I’m slightly buzzed at the moment. That’s when I woke up, decided to get drunk and write this thing.

Here’s something to think about. I want to talk to Carmen… yeah… that’s going to be a barrel of laughs right there. Me? Talk to her? Why should I have any reason to? Oh well, its not important to me anymore. After every thing’s taken care of and done, I will be out of here. Yes I know mom can read my blogs… whatever, not like it’s going to change how I write. Speaking of which, I’m going to go off and speak a little on the matter. She’s been getting on my nerves a little. Not much, just enough for me to go “Oh, she’s getting on my nerves.” and that’s about it. I love her, she’s my mom on all… but… I’m kinda getting a bit tired of everything that’s going on… hmm… just the beer talking I guess.

Anyways, lets see what else I can conjure up here. Heena… well… she’s freaking adorable. I bet she could fit in my gig-bag… I wonder. L.O.L, sorry bout that, just a random thought, ended up being more like a black and white movie where Snidely ties the gal up and she’s on the rail road tracks. “I’ll save you!” then comes Dudley Do Right and that’s going to be a fun little experience right there. I’m typing with out looking at the keys I’m hitting … this has been a fun little trip for me. Anyways… where the hell was I?

Heena. Right. Well I don’t know much about her other then she’s got a good head on her shoulders, she tolerates me… so I guess that a good thing. Although I can be a little irritating some times. Another thing I know about her is that she’s got a sister, and she is a looker as well. But I rarely see her any more and it’s a bummer to say the least. Kinda liked Poona. But chances are she’s taken, or would rather be friends then anything else. Ok heartbreak city here I come! Yee haw!

Well, what else can I write about, my little mini series, “Sarah Di Le Sogno Dinastia: Divertente Di Le Amuleto” is coming to a closer soon. Going to end it at part ten, and then I’ll transfer it to word, fix that bad boy up and do something with it. It’s up to around five pages right now. So that’s going to be something to look forward to.

Sarah… well lets see here. What’s new with her? Well, were friends and even in this slightly inebriated state of mine, I still won’t reveal something personal she told me. Why? Because I just don’t want to. She is hot though I will admit that. Though the more I think about it, I can’t really say I see myself with her… which is why were friends. Because anymore would screw that up and shit would get awkward really fast. Besides, I’m a man of my word and I always keep my end of an agreement. Most of the time.

I saw two women kiss a while back…. or it might’ve been yesterday, I can’t remember. But it was an interesting site to see. Didn’t really move me too much other then the usual, “oh snap, two gals kissing. Whatever.” but then again, I’ve seen Zingy and his boyfriend kissing… so its not really that much different. Except for the slight feeling of W.T.F from time to time. But you learn something new everyday.

As for myself? Well…. ho hum. My days are pretty much the same. Get up, get ready, grab lunch and get out the door. Walk to the college, get honked at a couple of times, by passing drivers, get to the college, scarf something down, wander around for a bit till class starts, go to class. Get out of class, go to the A.S.B office, hang out there for a couple of minutes in stupefying silence and do my thing. Sometimes log on to myspace and see what’s going on there. Go to another class, and then another, depending on the day. Get out of class; hang out with a friend to wait for her dad to pick her up. Then walk home in a slightly good mood till I get home. Because that’s where the fun really starts.

And that the whole point today, you have fun no matter what’s going on. You cant go around all day feeling sorry for yourself because some watery tart a couple years back freaks out about something or other…. and this blogs getting really long. Which is actually a good thing. So what’s the actual amount of useful information you’ll get out me today? Well I still have a sixth of red stripe left in the bottle. So it could be really interesting to say the least.

As for the army and everything? Still doing it. I’m not going to get cold feet on this one, hell no. I refuse to stay somewhere where I’ll eventually in the long run go insane from the stress. Or get so totally depressed that I’ll end up offing myself. Although its not that bad to tell the truth. Just on the days where I have a really awesome day and I’m feeling grand at the college, and I also happen to have a really good supply of chocolate on hand to keep my ass happy and the rest of me slightly chipper. But not too chipper.

On the more confusing note, I think I still might like the little dream mare. No. Yes… only as friends though… or not… who the Frathnic knows in this day and age, I think that’s another reason I want to get out of here so badly, to get away room the Frathnicing heart break I have every single time I see her. Although its more or less funnier then hell.

Well, I’ve started to sing again, and I’m doing a really good job of it too. I’m jamming with Zech, a friend of mine I met a while back. He’s in a band and its all fine! Well I can’t think of anything else to write at the moment so I’ll end it here, talk to you later!

frued is a horny bastard

Bottoms up! Now… I’m drunk. So I’m going to try to write a blog about things. Need more beer. Need to free my mind of any blocking pathways to the true thoughts of this man named Morgan. Quite the poet, aren’t I? Much friggin’ better.

Ok first things first since everyone knows about the damned Carmen situation I’ll not go there. But, I will talk about it because… Because it’s just there, I’m over the stupid person, well she’s not stupid but she’s just out and about, totally out there and free to do her own damned thing. I’m not complaining or anything, its more or less to the point of idiocy that I’m writing about her. But I’m drunk at the moment so who gives a Frathnic right?

At the moment I’m in talks with a Kate Lawrence, a girl of I hope nineteen that’s fairly attractive. At the moment I am having thoughts of almost anything that is entertaining at the moment. Like writing some more D.S. while I’m drunk. Should be fun. Blake I am in the writing mood. Which is fun when you think of it…but why would midgets WANTS to rule the world? It’d be like saying “you’ll never escape the short arm of the law!!! Unless of course you run really, really fast… then … were pretty much screwed. But still! You’ll never escape the short arms of the law!” you know what? Now that I’m drunk…sort of. I can pretty much write what ever I wanted too and not be afraid of any setbacks. Though I won’t reveal that Sarah… s… another Sara that I know. Like’s girls as well as guys… though that should be fun in ye old porno land. Not you Sarah, a different Sara. She revealed to me something interesting. Not quite sure what it is yet.

In other news, I’m starting to get the big picture of why things are the way they are. It’s not as interesting as say, Spiderman on fire with the green goblins poking out his nose. But its still interesting to say the least, everything has a place in the world, we just choose to move that place. Now where the Frathnic was I? Oh right… this… Carmen Kelly woman… person… place… thing… she is hot… I’ll admit that, she is one tough cookie as well. A little on the burned side, but, still kind of taste like nuts. I’m hungry… can you tell? Anyway, I’m not obsessed with her… anymore. I was, and then I tried to kill myself over that fact. Didn’t work out as I planned. When I got over her, then I was like. “Whoa! Dude! That so frathnicing awesome I cant believe it! But then again, why would people believe something they don’t see everyday. It’s like saying.”

What was I saying? Things. Anyways, the auditory process just going haywire and random things coming out like a firecracker going off in the middle of July? Oh hello goliath, your so adorable. More beer for the asshole in me! Nice! Now I am quite drunk, while I do have this nifty thrifty thing of Gatorade (is it in you? because if it is… you need to go to the hospital. yeah, eating plastic is never a good thing.) where was I? Oh yeah… The Dorikame Saga.

The D.S. has always been, and always will be, my number one priority. With Blake doing the editing. Which he keeps going over and over the first one? Frathnic to that… it’s just a little too much for me you know? Just when I think things are starting to look up in the D.S. everything kind of falls to shit. Well, not everything, I love the series don’t get me wrong, it’s just I want Blake to finish up with the series… like now! Now is a good time. To finish up with the editing for the first book in the series; and move on to the second. A couple of run through with everything should be fine but still. You never know when things are going to go up in smoke for some reason.

Which I hope never happens to the D.S., it’s our baby. It started from just a simple bio of Enigmatt and Demeonte Dorikame who cryo ballooned the Joklan just kind of minding his own business and everything to nearly three of ten books written, 21 races, 12 alphabets, more drawing then you could imagine Well I’ve got some ideas for the series that might spice things up as well as the video game. Which will be Frathnicing bitching!

As for me not getting laid yet? So what… mesh, it’ll happen when its going to happen. Sex is sex, just another form of procreation where the females are searching for the male with the best immune system. And that is what is called love my friends. Love is nothing more then the systematic desensitization for the perfect immune system. Which means I’m in high demand right now if I could ever get my act together. I want to have it, I need to have it, and my future depends on it. I haven’t thought about it that much. But ever since I hit the ripe old age of 22… god damned, I’ve been thinking of boning every piece of hot ass that I see. Including Sara and Heena. But then shit happened and those thoughts were banished forever more.

Why the hell am I so… so…tired? Oh yeah. I’m drunk. Which means my thoughts are a little bit more free then usual. Though I’m wondering something. If I post this as public, will people hate me for it? More beer! All right! Two beers downed! Whoopee! I feel like chicken tonight. No, I really do, have you ever wondered what that stuff does to you? They got all these chemicals and what not in it and you’re thinking to yourself… nice I can type without looking at the keyboard ok so not really. All right now, I am officially drunk when I’m writing about random shit that doesn’t coincide with the fact that I am totally drunk. Of course this could also be the most embarrassing thing I’ve written since I first logged onto myspace in which this will be the biggest thing I’ve written since I have logged onto myspace.

Well this is always a fun little ditty. I can write a hell of a lot more when I’m drunk then when I’m sober. I think I’ll become a drunkard and write me some novels. I really think I will.

Well, this is now the point in time where I stop writing because my hands are hurting and I’m tired of writing. But then again, what the hell will that prove? The time is now 12:29 pm., which means I have been writing for the better part of an hour. I’m actually proud of this fact. It means I can just write and write and write and write… and never get tired. But I am tired. Because I’m somewhat drunk.

Yes were getting to the main part of the blog now aren’t we my little people. Sara… the other one… not the one that’s reading this wondering what the hell am I doing drinking and writing blogs… because I’m damned sexy… well not always. Yet I always feel something…I think its called… horny. When I’m this free. Anyways, the other Sara… (Censored for content). Well that’s certainly the most embarrassing thing I’ve ever written.

Maybe I won’t delete. Though why the hell would I want to? Frathnic…I want to Frathnic… I want to Frathnic…but its not going to happen anytime soon. Only with a hooker may it happen. And even then they’ll (censored for content). Which is really fun. Or so I’ve heard.

The only real point of living is this: to Frathnic. That’s it; none of this moronic political crap; love doesn’t exist. Or it might and I might not know it. In fact, it may just seem like everything’s just kind of random. Now my hands are hurting really badly from all this typing. I might fall asleep here in a second. Or not. Which is why I have Gatorade. This drink that fills you up and never lets you down, Most of the time.

God damn it. I think I might still feel something for her… though why the Frathnic should I? She wants nothing to do with me. L.O.L… I’m just a poor sap with no D.L., and passion for the absurd. Speaking of which… do you think Freud ever got laid? It’s hard to imagine an old dude like him getting it on with the ladies. Really… you ever think about that?

coffee!

well, well well, ive been drinking coffee on and off again for the past couple of days and i feel awake! well not really awake but still! lets see what pops up!

first on the list of things to write about is…. is… OMFG!!! shes not the first thing im wirting about its fucking amazing! anyways, im going to write about something or other. it reallyu doesnt matter to me whjere i start because everythings coming at me faster then lightning and i love it! im usualy very somber, very controlled in what i write… or not. anyways, lets get this shin digger out of the way shall we?

well next up.. is.. is… well, i dont knwo. since the usual order of what i write has been up and outed, time for a new way of writing, a fresher way of writing, one that includes ninja midget hookers that slap you in your sleep with rubber chickens and scream out the lyrics for tommyboy!

hmm… sara…. should i? eh what the hell. might as well, im already writing whatever ocmes to mind and what better way to start then to start with ehr. althoguh shes adorable and looks kinda like a teddy bear. with out the tag, or the occasional puffs of white fuzz popping out her ear. anyways, im writing way the hell too much in a short span of time. MORE COFFEE!

coffoe cocoa, cookie. i want a cookie! more coffee, cookie, nookie, pookie, tricky flicky wicky wickard, i found somethign that begins with a lizard, ends right there, estarts at the e nd, attached to somethign belonging to a friend.

that was wierd. this is going to be one of those weird little things that goes on for a while no real point into it. of course once i get to the point then it wont be fun anymore. lets get fosed…focused. my god the coffee wearign off. hard to believe im writing this in the asb front office. yes… although im bored out of my skull at the moment. people who subscribe to my blog can really see how screwed up i was. of course then it wouldnt be as much fun writing these things.

hmm… where was i? oh yeah… sara…i have nothign to write about her…. oother then i was thinking of her this morning before i cramemd a sandwich down my gullet. thats right i called it a gullet. throat, deep throat, like the movie, only cooler.

ive been thinking about changing my myspace name to lock and load, its dr. 3 arms! in fact, after i post this monster from hell thats exactly what im going to do. but i havent finished writing random things about my self. like the fact that i hurt my hip and now im limping around liek an old person on the cruise ship from hell… or florida. which ever place the most old peopel come from. arizona!

i got bored thsi morning and started my usual routine of adding random peopel from around the world. mind you, this is just one of the many things i do when im bored and all alone in front of the computer at one in the morning. but i decided that for the hell of it, i would restart the journey this morning. needless to say that present company including steven…who is a nice guy… but he claims to be oppisite of me, a complete jack ass. which i dont beleive him for a second. man this coffee is gettign through my system faster then the speed of light. go tommy!

go go go go… enlisting, lets go there for a second because as soon as i am done with this i have to get to class. intro to flash animation… old dude tlakign about madical leave. anyways, i was walking hoem the other day and people were just flying by…. wait this has almost nothing to do to the main point. anyways, my army recruiter, cathy! or srgnt. zimmerman parked the car next to me and we had a nice little chat. apparently after she got there, mom kicked her off the probperty, i explained the whole ordeal and apologized profusley for any inconveinece.. i have no idea how to spell.

so after animation class im going to go with her to the airforce recruiters and talk with them, and get myself somethign to eat.

hotpockets are another thing, a couple of days ago, i had eaten a burnt hotpocket by which dianna called it black and hard. i dont consider the hotpocket black and hard, it was more or less al ittle stiff and crunchy. great, there is no way to redeem myself from the joke lol.

back to sara… never mind, cant think clearly with the coffee coursing through my viens. blake and the story, well, its getting there, i started writing again and so far the two different stroylines are coming together quite nicely.  my fingerws are getting a bit briused so ill keep writing till i cant write any more. i wonder how much ive written already? i use all the things in the world to updatre myserlf in an introspective world. what the fuck….did i just write? im hungry, reallly hungry, like my stomach is going on strike and will devour my spine if i dont get something in me fast. i think i will keep writing, just to see where this goes.

cause at the moment? its going nowhere fast on the slow track to wtf. i wonder when my class starts again. lovely, pure lovely ness. im going to try to talk to some new people today, get my word out there, and the word is…. kiwi!

sya it with me:

kiwi!

well that was fun, im running out of things to write about, although i could go into some heavy romantic stuff, which would prettyy pmuch distract me a bit from everything thats been going on in the last forty five minutes. wow. ive been writing for a good half hour…pretty!

monkey nutter like butterball turkeys.

Ok… how do I start this one off huh? I figure that blogs my best way to get material for the book I’m making called “Myspace Blogs, subject: what the f**k!” I figure that as long as there is idiotic things to say and or write, ill write and say them… half the time. To be quite honest here I’ll give you all the low down on what’s been going up and down with me.

Romance? Up…no wait…yeah up.
Sex? Um…zip. How’s that for an answer?
Education? Up… for the most part.
Friends? Up.
Girlfriend? Still zip.

I need a beer. Much better. I can relax a little bit now and unleash hell upon the very blog I set out to protect. Damn I’m sexy. This second little freak out has to me thinking more about a lot of things, trying to find the shortest and less drama filled ways to get to the bottom of it all. Times running out and in some cases ran out, for a lot of things to take place. Frathnic, ye Martyrs!

Don’t get me wrong here; I am over (name with held). She just scares the crap out of me that’s all, if I get with in two feet of her. That’s all. To tell the truth? So what? She’s there, I’m there, and as long as we don’t bump into each other randomly I’m ok. I love you too… Go, Speed racer, go. Vehemently. That is a very fun word to write. Say it with me. Vehemently.

There are certain things, which we as humans cannot over come. Or we can, since according to Michael Jordan, the possibilities are endless. Or in the words of the late James Brown, “Time to get down with your bad self!” of course this would in turn hurt a lot of people who would probably bang there heads against the desk trying to get down. Thank you, godfather of soul.

I’m feeling like chicken tonight. And I’ve just finished half a beer. So things should get a lot more interesting in the next five minutes. I am 22 years old; Single, a virgin; Yes that’s right, a virgin; Not a Virginian. All though, not many people are virgins in Virginia; Which is, to say the least, very disappointing to all the California college guys and gals who want to get them freaks on. Which by coincidence, if you’re a woman, and your name is Virginia, and you’re not a virgin, but have had virgins inside you before. Then you’re not a virgin after all. That would make you a Florida… or at the very least a son of a Ghulk.

Is it wrong to want to kiss a lesbian? It means nothing, just a random thought from my half drunk mind. Or is it? Nope. It isn’t. But it could be. But it couldn’t. To be more precise about the inquiring of logic, Lets talk about waffles! Why: Because a pirate took my breakfast.

just a little something

here’s the buzz I need. Ok here we go! Well, last night… technically this morning … was or is… the first time I was officially drunk! I know that’s not something to be proud of; but I assure you all that I was safe and snug in my little corner of the world… otherwise known as a guest room. I also tried writing another drunk blog last night. Which was going very well until I hit upon the subject of bobby… then all hell broke loose and my computer subsequently DENIED me; which to be honest wasn’t really anything special. Since it was being a total bitch and what not.

In other unknown news, and people that know me are going to find this rather entertaining, and at the same time, rather annoying as well. Or maybe they won’t. It’s all a matter of perspective as far as I’m concerned. It seems that I have discovered why I get so … passionate during the summer, it seems that built up forces of “oh my god that woman’s so freaking hot I would Frathnic her in a heartbeat.” and “what the Frathnic am I doing here on the computer?” seems to overload causing mass hysteria and a symptom known as “I fall for women that are out of my reach and there’s nothing I do about it except fall for female friend’s with troubled pasts.” that being said, I’m also feeling the effects of my drunken yammering.

Though last night did have its advantages, I hope to expect something rich to develop. If in fact, I’ve got something to say to one of my friends that are named Sarah… and I have more the one friend named that as well, so your pretty screwed on trying to figure out whom it is. And that thing is:

I love you.

See? Now those thirty some… actually morel ike three hundred some odd women who are named Sarah, are going to fry there minds trying to figure out who I’m talking to… because I know they talk to each other! Mua ha! Ha! Ha! I’m so evil.

Now onto other matter of stupidity and importance; I’ve recently begun writing a sequel to Sarah Di Le Sogno Dinastia: Divertente Di Le Amuleto. It’s called Infinito Sentiero Di Serratura Di Le Trama something… I can’t remember it off the top of my head. But so far it’s getting off to a good start. As soon as I finish editing it, I’m submitting it to get published. Speaking of which, I’m signed up with Triond, so suck it! I’m already plan on submitting an insane amount of stuff that I’ve worked on in the past, except for the D.S. that’s me and Blake’s baby is baby. It is be our big break, so it’s always good.

I’ve already begun the process of knocking out that ever-expanding book of songs I’ve written thus far. Though one thing I haven’t tried to do is write a drunken song. Might be interesting to say the least. Well, I’m out of here for now my friends and peeps which explode in the microwave.

glurve….

Ha! Frathnicing computer! Beat you again this time! I’m still drunk as hell and I’ll write anything I damn well please, save it and post it on myspace you illiterate bastard! You think your smarter then me? Well guess what you son of a bit? I’m smarter then you!

So anyways, like I was saying, there’s something and was something that I was writing that gives me a hand cramp every time I do, but the main subjects upon which I touched inappropriate were these:

1. Carmen.

2. Her boyfriend is frigging cool, far as I can tell anyways.

3. Sarah.

4. Heena, as usual.

5. Life, the universe and everything.

6. Stupid memories and about a time when zombies roamed the earth.

7. This stupid computer.

8. Forums.

And everything else that made me wonder: what the Frathnic I was on while writing this damn this damned thing? Of course, I could be just paranoid, delusional, and utterly incompliant. That’s not the case so on with the show!!! I’m getting another beer! Ok that was fun while it lasted…what the hell was I doing again? Oh right, writing about whatever the hell I needed to, to get rid of this damned headache. I feel a certain sense of liberty here as I can write what ever the hell I want to, like Ed’s a Frathnicing moron who should be shot in the… well, you get the picture. I didn’t know he had one to begin with. That Frathnicing son of a Ghulk; I love em… but I’m annoyed to Frathnic with him… who the hell does he think he is trying to cast other people in my role! Oh well, whatever happens happened for a reason and I won’t get in the way of it.

My minds completely buzzing from the combination of beer and coffee; Speaking of which, I think I’ll go get some right now. Sex! Well, that was fun while it lasted. Now what the Frathnic was I doing? Oh yeah, writing about was ever the Frathnic I’m doing at the moment; which would be writing a drunk as hell blog about anything that comes to mind. As though it doesn’t really seem like anything could pop into my mind if in fact I was so…. sorry, needed to add a couple of periods to even everything out.

Ms. Kelly… Carmen, Carmen, Carmen, Carmen, Carmen, Carmen, Carmen, Carmen… great I’m in a loop of Carmen’s…. lol. I’m funny. Most of the time. Heena… Heena, Henna… henna! Tattoos! Yes! Alex! God she’s freaking hot! I wonder how young or old is she? Judging by the looks of her id say at least around 25? Some where around there; Of course I’d pin her at around 29 or 30 to be honest; what about Carmen? I have no idea, having seen the little munchkin around in a while. She’s probably doing her own thing. Which is a good thing since people who spend most of there lives doing the same things over and over and over again often have psychotic break downs in which the mind…. there we are with the periods again… temporarily loses control of the body, the id takes over and then all hell breaks loose as Dick Cheney invites you out for dinner. Hey this is actually kind of fun!

More or less to a point is the fact that in my experience, hold on, need some more mind releasing agents so I can think a bit clearly… lovely little bugger they are. More to the point is the fact that even though were only perceiving some 10% of what we could actually be perceive such philosophical questions in the matrix. Are we actually really seeing, what were seeing? Or is it merely a slight in fraction of what could be? This is also asking the question of what reality really is. Whether it’s something in oculus or something brilliant. Whether or not were actually in bed with a bunch of hot nude ladies getting our freak on or actually in front of the computer wondering where the hell our lives are going. Or the perceptions that were doing right now. Or me in fact.

Onto friendlier subjects then wondering what the hell is going on. Speech communications! I need to work on my commitment skills! I’m sorry, I mean communications skills! For to achieve that which is attainable we must first under go a series of transformations, although I’m not entirely sure what the Frathnic was meant by that at the time of saying it. Good man! Good, good man! Frathnic! Frathnic! Nyerg! What the Frathnic do all of these things mean! I have no Frathnicing clue! But lets keep going on the trial were going to! YEE HAW!!!!!!

Drunken giant robots are brawling through the streets of la, trying to figure out what the Frathnic is exactly going on through out the entire universe! And you want to know my answer? Anything that we want them to; actually… to tell the truth, this entry was first written on note pad… because my computer is evil! It won’t let me write intelligent blogs! Since all I seem to do is whine and completing and bitch and moan and wondering about (censored for content) … ok, that was just wrong, but let me clarify! I’m am Frathnicing drunk! So its honesty you’ll be getting from me, so Frathnic off all of you!

monkey fuckers!

trust me folks when i say this. there is nothing better in the world then finding yourselves in bed with another woman. especialy if your a woman, because then therell be disco music playing in the back along with some jack ass nerd named steve hoping to get his groove on with you. both. at the exact same time. because hes jsut cool like that! yes siree bob, have two penises is gods greatest gift to man, and some exceptionaly desperate womens, that he can give. but how do you acheive this dual penial weapon of love? i dunno, ask buch, he has two, and there always up his ass regaurding the war. there called rummy and cheney.

but no more! more beer for the drunkard! i am not an alchoholic, as proven by the dates of the entryies in this particular blog! blogit, blogit, dont you just want to blogit? if it feels right, just do what you want, no matter what, its not wrog! just blogit, blogit, blogit! and there went screaming among the flames of hell, and the mightiest of demon! the first grade class of elementry high, running for the lions very lives from michael jackson! run little timmy to the preacher! oh never mind, there in cahoots with each other! father tom for the left, mj for the right, and cheney because he likes to eat the heads off of puppies!

you know what folks? ladies and gental men? if there were a single doubt in my mind about anything in this messed up world of our? its the simple fact that my cat gog is stealing my snausuage. KNOCK IT OFF!

there are some things, money should buy, and other thatr require you to get raped in the ass by the whole expander. thats right! im tlaking to you pee wee herman! you stupid idiot for jacking off during a porn!

love, i haven o love, not since her, not since kimberlee ann kelly took my heart and shattered it like so many objects, cause there no other waste of time then talking about a broken heart, no real percervierence to the fact that ill never find the one im looking for, the woman from my dreams, she said to come find her and ive been searching for so long… and im so tired, i want to give up but there something inside me that just. wont. let me! damn you to hell fox news and impeccable timeing!

i want to keep going, to keep writing till the bones in my hands crack and turn into the dusty air from which we came, to fall in love with a woman that has no heart, that has no mind of her own except to trash the will and lives of other… but she was the one for me. i was willing to throw it all away, if just for a single smile from her face, to hold her in my arms. and i threw it away because i was a caward. too much of a coward to tell her my feelings for her off the bat! DAMN YOU! DAMN YOU TO HELL AND BACK YOU STUPID BASTARD! how dare you have cowardice in your heart, how dare you even think for a moment that the wills and the hearts of women are atracted to your sense of humour. why can i not find her, what am i doing wrong? was because i once tried to kill myself? oh god… the scars still burn, even after all this time, they burn and never stop. 45 slashes in all, 12 on my right arm, 14 on my left, 3 on my abdomen, two on my legs and inner thigh, one across my right pec, and a scracth from the last on my neck, across the birthmark.

oh world of untruths and hidden lies, why have you forsaken me to this horrendous fiction you call life? i need more beer, THE TRUTH! SHALL SET ME FREE! AND SO  SHALL I SAY UNTO THEE! for my demons haunt me most unsolomly, like bad tv shows and steve jobs dancing around a pack of rabid homer simpson clones. nude at his joy and all its expense.

for you all see. i did love her! YOU HEAR THAT WORLD! I DID LOVE KIMBERLEE ANN KELLY! i was shy at the time, a most un forgivable mistake. she was outgoing and retrospective in the inner workings of the universe while i was nothing compared to her! DAMN YOU! she and i couldve been friends had it not been for that incident, i waso nly trying to be nice to her, i tried talking to her but she called me a stalker! i NEVER STALKED YOU! I WAS ONLY STUPID AND SHY! and then you ruined me. you turned the other against me like a wolf on its prey. and i was too blind to see the evils of your way!

now im, innebriated, writing to no one in particvular, drowning in my own sorrow and carrying the scars of yesteryear on my body like a demented freak of nature, whos mind in torn down the middle on living his life the way he should, or following his heart. but i shall not give in! nor shall i give up! i will find her, the woman ive been searching for for nearly 10 years now. and love is a promise of blood is all that keeps me going to this very day! ill find you my sogno donna bello. my beutiful, my darling dream woman.  AND I SHALL NOT FALL AGAIN! I SHALL NEVER INCITE A FALSE FEELING OF LOVE! FOR TRUE LOVE, TRUTH IS ALL I DESIRE! AND ONCE MORE I SHALL KEEP MY WORD, JUST AS ASSURED AS IDCK CHENEY WILL ASK HIS FRIEND OUT AND SHOOT HIM IN THE FACE, AND THEN HAVE HIS FRIENDS APOLOGIZE FOR GETTING IN THE WAY OF THE BULLETS! THAT STUPID FUCK!

im through, and drunk… for now…

glug….

sex with cheerleaders! all of them! but in the middle of it all, your condom rips with out you knowing it. and suddenly, your a palygamist. with seventy wives… who are hot. and five hundred children. but the sex would rock. because, because there cheerleaders! and there horny all the time! YESH! THAT WOULD SO FUCKING ROCK LIKE MIDGETS UNPLUGGING SHIT IN MICROSOFT HQ!!! welcome to another drunk blog! yes! here ill relive all the unimportant shit in the fucking world thats bugging me… just because, a) im drunk. and b0… im drunk. you dig? so lets get this shit over with!

lastn ight, i dreamt i had sex with a femal stretch armstrong doll. it was fucking weird as fucking hell. mainly because afteri ate her out she shrunk to the size of a knickel and i was pretty much screwed from there on out. with out realizeing it, i gave up the persuit of happiness and suddenly dreamt i was jacking up jay lenos chicn. because it scared the fuck outa me.

ok.. lets get some pressing stuff outa the way first shallwe? first up is kim… god i miss her. i miss her so badly… though she scared the fuck out of me, caused me to have a seizure and hyperventalate myself to death, and nearly had me thrown out of the colledge from a stuid misunderstanding. and yet… i want to see her again. its weird how that all happens doesnt it? onem inute your in love with a fucking hot assed woman, the next, her friends are cock blocking ya… just because you didnt speak up about yer feeling for her… and thatsn ot the worst part… the worst part about it.. is that the only other chance you get with her to talk to her, you walk right past her with out so much as a fucking word! WHAT THE FUCK IS MY GODDAMNED PROBLEM!!!

in other news, the lesbians… well… so what about them.. im tired of ranting and raving about them. its getting too tiring to rant about someone thats your friend and then try to have to balls to say “i like you!” but you do anyways. god this beers kicking my ass. LONG LIVE OCTERBERFEST!

stories…. need to finish up loading debate of factions, then try to get somewhere with the next segment of it. havent worked on it in a good fucking while. and i dont know where to take it from its current poitn. thats because ive taking bold new steps into making novelizing forums a new genre!  im bold, im brash, and im fucking polite… so fuck off. lol.

mean while, im signed up on a shite load of stupid personal sites where only one womans emailing me. hey, life happens right. all i know is that im fucking horny at night. yep… now you frigging know that im plastered by the amount of f bombs i drop. and just in case some people are fucking offended by the word “fuck.” heres a little something for you tree hugging polite rules living, soft beer drinking sobs. lol, this is going to be fucking hilerios.

you fucking fuckers of cucksville. because the fucking world is fucking changing, gays and lesbians are getting married, were going to either have a black man or a white woman as president. im hoping black man. cause im sick of the white presidents fucking up. im looking at fuckng you buch… bush. and buchanan. and cheney. oh yeah, the fuck storm. fucking fuckering fucks.fucking fuckers

fucking fuckersfuckfufucking fuckerscking fuckersing fuckersfucking fuckersfucking fuckers.

you happy? i feel better. fuck! give it up for freedom of speech on the web! because the global warming guy started it up!

clark kent is a maggot with a cape. major wedgie time.

alllrighty! ive got toadmit some shit!!!
ok! here it si! the ultimate secret of mine that ive been keeping from everyone! i mean everyone!something ive been keeping near and dear to my heat for the longest, frathnicing time…. you want to know? are you salivating with anticipation? are you wondering when the fuck ill shut up and come out with it? are you thinking to yourselves “god, i would sure fancy a ham sandwich right now.” the ultimate, super duper, high security, high tech low maintence, mack daddy secret is that i am…. he he he…

A) a father?
B) gay?
C) three ducks in a man suit?
D) an evil twin?
E) married?
F)all of the above?
G) none of the above?

and the answer is… G) none of the above! ha! but i do still have a secret that i havent told anyone, not even blake or bobby whome are my dearest friends, blake especialy. so i wont even hint at it. but i will tatalize you desperatley while your soul screams for eternity to know what it is! MUA HA HA HA HA HA! evil am i, nocturnal am i not, horny i may be, though gay i am not, amip… have no clue do i, yoda, like i am talking, strong, is the force in this one will be. hooker in the redlight district, shall beer goggles live. devils, are the olson twins. drunk and stupid, does make a wookie taste like froddo baggin getting humped by darth vader.

fun stuff… really fun stuff… but seriosly, on a funner note… me vision just blurred, so now the real fun begins by relating every single nonsensical thing in the world to you! the readers of htis blog. and of cou7rse to heena… he he he… ill write something obut her later… which may.. or may not be true! like all things when im innebriated, ill nail anything and everything in a friendly lighted hearted mannered and then proceed to pass out on the floor!

something recently came up, though im not sure if it was a reacurring dream. ive cut off all chats and tlak with sarah… so buger to the world if your not liking it. my blog, your reading it, get used to it. as i was saying, i had this dream a while back when i was 16… and then again at 19… then again at 23… on mondays always… the dreams go al ittle something like this… those with weak stomach… your pretty fucked at this point in time…

ok… ok… ok… it started… it started like like like like this… i was at a spanish port town of la diablo… actualy, there wasnt a sign anywhere but it still was a spanish port… justifying the music that was playing… so im in the spanish port twon, near the beach, and im enjoying the sights and sounds of people andk ids playing in the waters that were startling blue and crystal clear… but they were blue all the same. these two women, one mexican, the other idian, (i shit you not, this has nothing to do with heena or sarah, so just fuck off that subject. please?) the mexican gal was wearing a blue sirt and a white dress with a black zig zag pattern. the indian gal, wearing a grey jacket with fur lining the collar, looked a bit like a racoon. she was also wearing a dress, this one navy blue with red spots on it. they come up to me and kiss me full on the mouth, which, im not to obliging to reject. at all.

so we walk a little ways, i talk, they laugh, life is good. we then arrive at a cave, we go into it and again, there sparkling water, waterfalls from varios points in the caverns, and heena falls down a well, lol, kidding, like i said, this has nothing to do with her or sarah at all. so were in this cave and the two kiss me again. im having fun at this point. then a blonde woman with short curly hair in a white dress walks up to us and joins the party, she and the other two kiss me yet again. im having fun. we walk out of the caverns and me and the blonde say our laters to the mexican and the indian gal.. who was really friggin hot. but i digress, me and… shit, lets just call her trixy… me and trixy, go to a theatre.

and we make sweet sweet love right there and then… lol, had you going for a minute didnt i? well it didnt happen, the place was packed and we get seats on the right near the aisle way and two rows from the stage, while everyones getting settled, i go take a walk. the play itself wasnt anything special, it was a scare crow and mummy getting into a fight. and that was about it.

so im walkign backstage and i hear two people talking about something “everything is set up just right sir.” thats all i hear of the talks, i then pass a tall fat dude that was balding and had a badly combed comb over that was dyed purlped and orange. why? beats the fuck out of me… thats what i saw.. i exit back stage, cut across the stage, no one notices a thing, primarily because the damned place is nearly empty….thats all i remember for now…

war? whats it good for? forks? well… ok.

yes! its back… the frathnicing buzzed blog is baaaaaaaaaack. and you want to how i can tell?because im drunk… sort of… but still!!!! and when im this way when i write, i dont hold nothing back! so to the litle adorable thingmabobber also known as madame presidente… scrag off. but your cool. love ya little bugger, love ya! this is the drunk me talking so dont think for a second that when im sober ill actualy admit it… of course ill just say that i was drunk and that will be that. in other news…. im in a fucking band. fuck yesh… you heard me. im. in . a. fucking. band. . . yesh i had to do the period as well, why? because its just that much fun.

me and my buddie are starting up a company together called avatars united, just as soon as the paperwork is complete! yes!!!! i love it to death!!!! what makes this news even more sweet is the fact that i seem to be wobbling at an incredable rate while writing this. ITS AMAZING! FREE HOTDOGS IN THE FREEZER! im hungry. im going to go get some hotdogs after im finished with this.

ok, onto more important matters, like finding the cure to….. my fear of kim. thats right. i fear her. not just “ah!” but ” HOLY SHIT THERE SHE IS! RUN FOR THE HILLS BOYS, ITS GOING TO GET POLITICAL TONIGHT! BRING THE MOONSHINE AS WELL! what? what do you mean were out? well then just go some more! but still, now what? cant you see that were trying to head for the hills? well of course well bring grampa. AAAAAAAAAUUUGHH!” YESH. its been that was-

on a side note: i just drank the last of the beer.

not was, way. its been this way for a while now. ever since the seizure. yes, i can joke abouti t now. ive had maybe one or two good days where i havent freaked out whenever i saw her in some way. but there is hope. get busy child! mchael jackson going to touch you if you dont! what was i going on about? oh yeah, the cure the multischlorosis…no… the cure for cancune? no… you just need to go to a bob dillan concert for that… ummmm…shit i forgot what i was writing about!…. damn it! damn it! damn it!oh right… the cure for my fear of kim kelllo operator, give me number nine. if you disconnect, ill do you from behind! whew that was a close one.. normally im not really afraid to say the name.

but get this… shes a freaking gamer… oh yeah… its lucky i ran across one of the earliest memories of her. which kinda explained why i was so damned attracted to her…. she so cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuute! but she played everquest for a while…. and i think she was on a few different sites as well… maybe she took care of them im not sure. well, thats all i got for that segment.

ok… onto other things… like the fact im registered for classes for the winter quarter at vvc. ok ok…. get it all out… its ok to cry… or hump the computer as brain does whenever he cant get a date…. dont you feel better? oh yes… i went there… and im not afraid to go there again. in fact, ill go there so many times that when im done going there, you wont know where you are, because everwhere is there. and trust, ill be the only one that knows where there actualy is. and then ill give you directions off of yahoo maps. then youll be pissed because you wont be able to follow the easy to use directions. oh yes. so i did go there. bitches.

what else… yeah… im not afraid of anyone now a days.. except kim… but im getting better!now im just writing whatever comes to mind because thats how the pioneers of blogging do it. ….can someone please tell me….what the fuck is political blogging?what the fuck is that? blogging is sposed to be a place where people can be emo with out being emo… and we got frigging canidates being all miss america on them? hell no…. that is not what we want to see. we want to see the inner working of political puppets… im mean canidates… did i just say that? sorry… no im not. because all they show us is that:

A. there complete doushe bags when it comes to showing us there true sides.
B. that even if one of thel ittle buggers did get ripped off a joint and try to write a blog, it would still comeo tu as “i want to have world peice.” yeah so do i but you dont see the shiites and the muslims showing any affection for each other in the middle east do you? that be like me getting laid by hot twins that want to see the real me and then i show them, only except im james bond. and he isnt real at all. because connery made the bond.

speaking of which, the war… i know there are a lot of stupid comments about how its going well, or it isnt… but isnt time we all stopped worrying about the damned middle east. i think bush should pull out, but i dont htink he will. thats where he made the mistake when he had the bush girls. or were they clintons? the world will never know. because, bush…is a total dork. hes intelligent, but hes a fucking dork when it comes to public speaking. he always does that little gremlin laugh of his when…when…. oh damn the buzz wore off. at least i got all my drunken writing out…hopefully, therell be more…..hopefully… sniff. im going to miss you…all american rejects…sniff… the band the caught americas heart by playing mediocore tunes in a garage…sniff.

gorgans eyes are like candied nipple rings.

man… this shit does not do a damned thing for me at all…. oh yeah.. theres the familiar feeling we all know and love…. he hehehe… ok im drinking a new beer call thunderhead….. and it tastes like crap… its madein india, and the brands called ipa… it was brewed in a pyramid… whcih is really something new cause now that i think on it, theres going to be grave robbers who want to know the tastes of five thousand year old beer. “hey goerge! this taste great! it was bottled in ten thousand bc!” although give me a good ol redstripe anyday of the week and well have a grand ol time. ha yes… the times we face now are troubling ones in deed. well lets get this show on the road shall we? weve got much to cover and less tiem to cover it in the a pussy shot of a fat brittany spears wobbling out of a limo… and thats enough to sober any one up… let me check… nope still buzzed… ok i take it back, thunderheads pretty damned good.

on the forfornt of things…god this tastes like crap…but it feels so good! five thousand year old beer. like soap on a roap… its still dangerous in prison. ok ok… kim kim… the wonderfull fruit, the more you treat the less you mooch. ok, first things first, i aint in love with the darlin no more. got it? im talking to you shaikes a bake. and david. its an old habit… ok, anyways…where the hell was i? oh right.. kim… well, the little darlin back, i aint got no problems with it, cept for the slighti rritating fact that anytime im calm and trying to talk to her i get all hyperventalaly… yes!!!!! you can officialy see that this is a brunk dlog when i get dislexic!!! fuck sneah…

so kim… um… yeah thats pretty much it. i dont fear her, and yet my body acts like its sanfransica in 89 when we had the big earthquake, which coincidently the jenny craig buildings were full of fat people jumping to reach a donuts that was tied to a string. and that why san fran is the way it is. fat people.

what else is there. oh yeah! im in a band called the debate of factions! which me and a buddie created, all from a simple jame seession! yeap, five thousand year old beer. soulnds like a goods soung.. need less to say, fridays are offical jam out days, when me edwin and darryl and anyone else we happen to enjoy listening to and or hanve a good groove wit jam together and perfect a couple of songs.

its an aquired taste ill give it that… tastes like paper quired from the crap disposal unit of swat.

ok… other news… theres a couple of cute women i ran into,heena not being one of them she was one of the ones i ran into last year. even then, sparks flew and caught the drapes on fire. …ahh yess. that little darlin…. well lets get this cleared up. hey dork! yeah you! the one whos pissed at me all the time cause of the stupid story! yeah thats right! im talking to you! read carecarefully cause im only gonna say this once. dork. that wasnt it its coming up in a second.

THERE IS MORE THEN ONE PERSON IN THE WORLD WITH YOUR NAME!!! YOU ARE NOT THE ONLY ONE WITH THAT NAME!!!! IF YOU ARE THEN THAT MEANS…SOMETHING IM NOT SURE WHAT THOUGH. JUST BECAUSE A BLOG HAS YOUR NAME IN IT, DOES NOT MEAN THAT IT IS YOU I AM TALKING ABOUT!

there… i think that about covered it… now where the fuck was i? oh yeah, the cute women, there was one gal thati feel for right off that bat, shes a bit hard to understand, but i know what shes saying about 99% of the time. game her a tour of the campus with her dad, and she hugged me for it. i wish it were another type of hug, but thats a matter for another time.

another gal, i met, was just kinda staring at me, so i went and jsut kinda talked to her, the buzz is wearing of. it sucks. anyways, this gal is a the cutest darned thing ive ever seen, but i cant remeember what was said.. oh well, like her a lot anyways….till next time folks!

the art of drunken boxing and drunken blogging are vastly supioror to anything ive ever done. its fun..

ooooooooooog. b. er. booooooooger.

i know ive said this before, and to me…. this is the pits. when you have friends that surprisingly enough… why cant i conetrate on the writing of this blog? oh yeah, im somewhat overly drunk, so much so that over at davids house, i fucking passedo ut on the floor, for a good ten or fifteen minutes, visiosly ate around two peicese of chicken to fill my apptite, threw up twice, and then tried to beat some one at halo 3…. to say the least, im not that sucsessfull when it comes to gaming or flirting. in fact, not to bag on myself… but my arms hurting a hell of a lot more since i began typing up this thing. what the hells the matter with me?

to be perfectly honest with you all, mr. plan out my revenge scheme over a period of years, pretty much scared the bejesus out of me while simultaneosly trying to get my self confedence going. way to go and bright idea mr. dude. may you go far in the mattters of self perpetuating the idealistic self.

to begin my random freak out session, which i do feel was messecary, or maybe it wasnt. my drunk mind is still trying to fit the peices together. he began about telling me a true story, which i will not relate, because i will not tell a lie, and because my mind is obviosly too wasted to try and lie at the moment. needless to say, i take too long to get to the point. i passed out on the floor… which is an interesting story in itself. being one of loud mouthed virue when ever im a bit over annoyed with myself, i predomintly flicked mike in the back of the head. who mike is, and what his relation to me is, i will never tell… mainly to save the face of that particular friend. after he made a crack about megans law andp utting me in it. which too my disliking, proceeded to do the afore mentioned flicking of the back of the head.

when we got to the house, i was over eager to get the drinking punishment out of the way. and much to my surprise… or unsurprise i decided to drink up and eat a peice of bread till i threw up. that was a punishment decided by mr. revenge me not. or regret ever typing this.. who ever that was. i was well innebriated within a good hour to two hours and proceeded to throw up again… and again… and spome what of a third time. for somereason, barfing up liqour is a pretty good sign of my being pretty damned drunk. lets see what else i can remember. oh yeah… the arguments…

then came the process of me shouting out practicly, every single thought that came to mind, from midgets tap dancing in glow in the dark sandels to something even more slightly disturbing.
then fact that i mistakenly said penis coloda… yes… read it again if you want. it wont change that fact.

penis colada. laugh it up while you can. it only gets worse… or funnier depending on which side of the experience you were on. mind you, this was around twi hours into the venture. there were questions about my sexuality, which btw, im straight, i have seen a womans…parts, and i am still a virgin. i have not had sex… and thats all im willing to point out. there were questions about a dream i had a while back, and questions about norwalk, and also questionability about my skills as a gamer. needless to say after the fourth kill of my oppenent, i proceeded to commit suicide and run towards my oppenet drunkenly while he happily decided to frag my ass. over and over and over and over… repeat that sixteen more times and there youll have my only gaming experience. laughable…aint it?

now youll have to understand that these events are out of order for a reason. that i cant really remember the order they happened in, and that my drunken stupor will add questionability to whether or not these events actualy happened. to your surprise and mine… yes… yes they did.

and each time after the throwing up outside on the front yard, which took around thirty seconds each, i proceeded to knock the crap out of both the punching bag and the punching bob. which btw, looks almost like a pissed off, over roided mr. rogers. “do ya want ta be my neighbor?” no. at this point in time, no i do not want to be your neighbor. “sir touch kids a lot.”

on that point, i was on the excorcise machine for the next ten minuts while i proceeded to argue pointlessly about what and why certain things happened. this is the fun part as sean will tell you.

then i passed out.

no really, i did, first i thought i was tired, then i leaned a little to the right, more to the right, then up to the middle again, then to the left, little more to the left, then off the machine i went, rock hard, passedo ut onto the floor. mind you, the lights were out, and someone was home. though they forgot to lock the door and someone robber the place of all sensability. but they did turn on the lights afterwards. there name?

mr. b vitamen. yep. i have had two or six different drinks. they are. conyack, vodka, conyack and vodka, conyack, vodka and cranberry concentrate. water, bread. (why that counts as a concentrate ill never know.) bread and water, cranbery concentrate and vodka with no tastable vodka in it. craberry concentrate and heavy vodka and concentrate with very tastable visual result, in my throwing up a third time. and quite possibly more embarrasingly enough …they got me on the phone.

you can tell at this point in the blog i have VERY, VERY good friends right? good thing they didnt have me call up sarah… or else shit wouldve hit the fan. instead…. they called brain up to help wake me my ass up. then… you laugh now.. as well as i… but it gets better. ha! lol.

they had me talk to brian…yep. loads of fun there. lol… not so much. sad faces all around.

hold on… need to check on something (five to ten minutes later)alll righty then, my relaible readers… cause thats what your are. shall we continue? yes… we shall.

where was i? oh yeah, then timing and perceptions of the overly drunk. me. lol. well, what can i say? damned if i do, damned if i dont right.? fivem inutes later and being teabagged with a bag of tomatoes… hopefully. and attempting to sock said bag of tomoatoes… hopefully. they proceeded to hold each of my arms and carry me out of the house… which was never succefull. they got tired and ifelt to the cold sting of time and tile on my face. i was zombie like, moaning and groaing till my hearts content of the wonder twins porwer activating. form of… a bucket of water… form of… a polar bear? who knows now a days.

other then the slightly disturbing fact that both me and his brother are walking the same path. overly angery and slightly disturbing the wolrd in our own unique ways. id say me and the bro are consiquently like luke a darth vader. father and son… only not… father and son. nor will we rule the universe together. like i said, im a pit wasted… or in the worlds of the almightly sean… fucked up. or emt.. or esl. or subcaptioned. so now you can.. if your deaf or hard of hear, read everythingthing im saying in the form of japanese subtitles.

what else happened? nothing that i CAN remember. anything thath appened tonight, i wrote down. anything that might be remembered tonight… ill write down later. till then my little bros and hoes. the farmer type. “work for my money billy- joe- tyson!” “yes mr. cornhedge!”

i bid you… a do wop. a do wop…. boop ity boop do wop. fiftyies style bitches! lol. peace and out!

she is dead to me

what is it to fall in love? what is love but a fleeting moment in time where all dreams and fantasy come true, leave you happier then you’ve every been in your life, then flies away like a bird set free from its cage? can i truly fall in love, when love is but a dream to me, a far cry for the one who holds my heart indefinitely without knowing it? can i truly love a woman with whom I’ve scorned so many times over and yet she has shown me no hatred in her eyes? but what if the hatred i saw in her eyes was nothing more then my own hate of love unwanted? for what is love but a fleeting moment of time, where all things are accepted into ones mind.

true, love is the most mysterious and powerful of emotion, but what is love but a bird trying to grasp a single snow flake from the skies above, a rain bow with no end and no begining, yet always there to set ones heart free?

i must accept love into my heart at full force, to feel so much in so short a time it would make life itself seem incomparable. but this woman who holds my attention so much that its impossible to have a thought of my own, to live with out love is to live with out life. to live with love is to bring about ones own greatest sadness and all the nightmares that one can have, and yet still live to see another day, if only for one moment. for what is love but a fleeting moment of time?

how can i bear the sin of misunderstanding and how can i be forgiven for my crime of the heart when it was love in the first place that drove me to commit such a crime? love is love and to be with out it is the worst possible existence i can think of, but i must only forgive myself and let my feelings and my heart guide me to my own redemption, for i have repented loving her so much that i can only think of one reason not to fall in love yet again, but a different woman now encases my heart with her eyes and kindness. for what is love but a fleeting moment in time where all things are right in the world?

to hear her voice call my name is to suffer no more, to love is to feel like you are falling with out fear of the stop at the end of the fall, for it was love and love alone that has guided my actions thus far. it was love that surfaced my truest feelings and latched on to more then life itself with my own mind at war with my heart on what to do.

for what is love, but love in itself, and if my own hate supersedes that love, then what kind of man am i to say that i shall be a kind leader of the people. for how can one such as i forgive myself for what i have done. for love is love, and that love shall forever more be my release into the world.

what is love?

what is it to fall in love? what is love but a fleeting moment in time where all dreams and fantasy come true, leave you happier then youve every been in your life, then flys away like a bird set free from its cage? can i truely fall in love, when love is but a dream to me, a far cry for the one who holds my heart indefenitley without knowing it? can i truely love a woman with whom ive scorned so many times over and yet she has shown me no hatred in her eyes? but what if the hatred i saw in her eyes was nothing more then my own hate of love unwanted? for what is love but a fleeting moment of time, where all things are accepted into ones mind.

true, love is the most mysterios and powerful of emotion, but what is love but a bird trying to grasp a single snow flake from the skys above, a rain bow with no end and no beggining, yet always there to set ones heart free?

i must accept love into my heart at full force, to feel so much in so short a time it would make life itself seem incomparable. but this woman who holds my attention so much that its impossible to have a thought of my own, to live with out love is to live with out life. to live with love is to bring about ones own greatest sadness and all the nightmares that one can have, and yet still live to see another day, if only for one moment. for what is love but a fleeting moment of time?

how can i bear the sin of mistunderstanding and how can i be forgiven for my crime of the heart when it was love in the first place that drove me to commit such a crime? love is love and to be with out it is the worst possible existence i can think of, but i must only forgive myself and let my feelings and my heart guide me to my own redemption, for i have repented loving her so much that i can only think of one reason not to fall in love yet again, but a different woman now incases my heart with her eyes and kindness. for what is love but a fleeting moment in time where all things are right in the world?

to hear her voice call my name is to suffer no more, to love is to feel like you are falling with out fear of the stop at the end of the fall, for it was love and love alone that has guided my actions thus far. it was love that surfaced my truest feelings and latched on to more then life itself with my own mind at war with my heart on what to do.

for what is love, but love in itself, and if my own hate superceids that love, then what kind of man am i to say that i shall be a kind leader of the people. for how can one such as i forgive myself for what i have done. for love is love, and that love shall forever more be my release into the world.

monkey fuckers!

trust me folks when i say this. there is nothing better in the world then finding yourselves in bed with another woman. especialy if your a woman, because then therell be disco music playing in the back along with some jack ass nerd named steve hoping to get his groove on with you. both. at the exact same time. because hes jsut cool like that! yes siree bob, have two penises is gods greatest gift to man, and some exceptionaly desperate womens, that he can give. but how do you acheive this dual penial weapon of love? i dunno, ask buch, he has two, and there always up his ass regaurding the war. there called rummy and cheney.

but no more! more beer for the drunkard! i am not an alchoholic, as proven by the dates of the entryies in this particular blog! blogit, blogit, dont you just want to blogit? if it feels right, just do what you want, no matter what, its not wrog! just blogit, blogit, blogit! and there went screaming among the flames of hell, and the mightiest of demon! the first grade class of elementry high, running for the lions very lives from michael jackson! run little timmy to the preacher! oh never mind, there in cahoots with each other! father tom for the left, mj for the right, and cheney because he likes to eat the heads off of puppies!

you know what folks? ladies and gental men? if there were a single doubt in my mind about anything in this messed up world of our? its the simple fact that my cat gog is stealing my snausuage. KNOCK IT OFF!

there are some things, money should buy, and other thatr require you to get raped in the ass by the whole expander. thats right! im tlaking to you pee wee herman! you stupid idiot for jacking off during a porn!

love, i haven o love, not since her, not since kimberlee ann kelly took my heart and shattered it like so many objects, cause there no other waste of time then talking about a broken heart, no real percervierence to the fact that ill never find the one im looking for, the woman from my dreams, she said to come find her and ive been searching for so long… and im so tired, i want to give up but there something inside me that just. wont. let me! damn you to hell fox news and impeccable timeing!

i want to keep going, to keep writing till the bones in my hands crack and turn into the dusty air from which we came, to fall in love with a woman that has no heart, that has no mind of her own except to trash the will and lives of other… but she was the one for me. i was willing to throw it all away, if just for a single smile from her face, to hold her in my arms. and i threw it away because i was a caward. too much of a coward to tell her my feelings for her off the bat! DAMN YOU! DAMN YOU TO HELL AND BACK YOU STUPID BASTARD! how dare you have cowardice in your heart, how dare you even think for a moment that the wills and the hearts of women are atracted to your sense of humour. why can i not find her, what am i doing wrong? was because i once tried to kill myself? oh god… the scars still burn, even after all this time, they burn and never stop. 45 slashes in all, 12 on my right arm, 14 on my left, 3 on my abdomen, two on my legs and inner thigh, one across my right pec, and a scracth from the last on my neck, across the birthmark.

oh world of untruths and hidden lies, why have you forsaken me to this horrendous fiction you call life? i need more beer, THE TRUTH! SHALL SET ME FREE! AND SO  SHALL I SAY UNTO THEE! for my demons haunt me most unsolomly, like bad tv shows and steve jobs dancing around a pack of rabid homer simpson clones. nude at his joy and all its expense.

for you all see. i did love her! YOU HEAR THAT WORLD! I DID LOVE KIMBERLEE ANN KELLY! i was shy at the time, a most un forgivable mistake. she was outgoing and retrospective in the inner workings of the universe while i was nothing compared to her! DAMN YOU! she and i couldve been friends had it not been for that incident, i waso nly trying to be nice to her, i tried talking to her but she called me a stalker! i NEVER STALKED YOU! I WAS ONLY STUPID AND SHY! and then you ruined me. you turned the other against me like a wolf on its prey. and i was too blind to see the evils of your way!

now im, innebriated, writing to no one in particvular, drowning in my own sorrow and carrying the scars of yesteryear on my body like a demented freak of nature, whos mind in torn down the middle on living his life the way he should, or following his heart. but i shall not give in! nor shall i give up! i will find her, the woman ive been searching for for nearly 10 years now. and love is a promise of blood is all that keeps me going to this very day! ill find you my sogno donna bello. my beutiful, my darling dream woman.  AND I SHALL NOT FALL AGAIN! I SHALL NEVER INCITE A FALSE FEELING OF LOVE! FOR TRUE LOVE, TRUTH IS ALL I DESIRE! AND ONCE MORE I SHALL KEEP MY WORD, JUST AS ASSURED AS IDCK CHENEY WILL ASK HIS FRIEND OUT AND SHOOT HIM IN THE FACE, AND THEN HAVE HIS FRIENDS APOLOGIZE FOR GETTING IN THE WAY OF THE BULLETS! THAT STUPID FUCK!

im through, and drunk… for now…

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