just because some things need to be vented… like a vente latte. fuck.

Hello hello hello! Welcome one and all! My name is Dr3arms/Morgan/Guy who humps the firehydrant/Don’t pay attention to that. I’m bored. I thought that by installing the SC2 demo, that my elation of unrequited feelings of somewhat abandoned mentality, might be otherwise lifted by venting my agression against simulated opponents.

This did not work out at all! Okay, first off, damn thing isn’t powerful enough to run the damned game! But that’s not all my fine felonious fowl feathered fuckheads. Sorry, starting to sound like the Penguin there for a minute. And we can’t have that now can we? Nope. Not one bit. Okay, first things first.  Though I dont know what it is by what I mean by that. Or this. It really does depend.

http://www.youtube.com/v/TIULzZO3irI?fs=1&hl=en_US

This would be my message to Santa… However… I’m an asshole. I don’t know why that is. But apparently I am one. I dont know how though which is the bitchfest of it all! I have a stupid idea… I’m going to register a blog on Suicidegirls.com and hopefully not make an ass out of myself. Decided not to. Don’t have the figure. 

Anyways, for those that desperately miss me, or like bumping up my blog hits, good for you, I’m glad you have nothing better to do than fucking hit control and the R key a bunch of times. It’s almost not like whacking the monkey. I don’t know, I’m just full of nervous energy Today, and maybe things will go great tommorow at my job… I can’t really call it a job. It’s like a internship in which I don’t get paid, and somehow I keep expecting that one day real soon I’ll get paid. 

I lol at me because I keep thinking for some reason that she’ll magically put me on the payroll when I know damned well what the Hell I signed up for. So I gotta stop bitching about things that are out of my control…

The Bachelor… Why I even bothered to watch as Whiny Bastard gets facepunched by Slappy, almost bitten by Fangy, and pouted at by the Stalker Bitch Woman, I’ll never know… oh yeah, don’t forget about the Waxing Woman… Great. I can’t wait to never watch another dating reality show again, that is, until Big Brother 13 starts up, then we have a whole nother bitch fest to gripe at!

I don’t know what to think anymore. Its like the more things change, the more they stay the same. Not that I’m complaining. Oh right, I might be… but don’t you worry about a thing! Or should I worry because of all the stupid moronic things out there, I could actually attract another stalker blog out there.

No… defenately would not want to go through that shit again. Too much rage involved in the process of watching what the dude says before reacting in my own volitile way. Not that it matters much at this point in the game anyways right?

Lmao! I almost want to bitch at non-existent people, because it might make me feel like something is actually going great. But at the same time, I feel like I’m being pushed into this corner again. Like no matter what happens or where I go, I’ll still be distracted into the same monotone like pattern again.

Though to be honest, my own preferences can be a little whacked in the head by the duling banjos of yesteryear. I mean, so what if I get caught in the media shit storm that may or may not be directly impactful of my life…I think a while back I mention something about a…. I feel like I’m going to hurl. I don’t know why. Maybe I’m just getting back into the habit of this, and for some reason I always feel like I’m alone…. alone… alone… Ech fucking cho…. Lmao! Its all fun and games I guess. But more than this is the simple fact that I’ve got responsibility, and I’m getting all panicky, because not only am I just getting caught up in the whole rigid structure of adult life, I’m trying desperately to follow my own disastrous instincts which are telling me not to screw it up.

Wow… that is a fucking mouthful.

Here’s a thought! 

For the next two weeks, fourteen day, I will have my main blog open to all those that feel like emailing a blog.

the email is post@dr3sblogtree.posterous.com

The rules are simple, post whatever you want to, and for the next two weeks, I wont delete ANYTHING. except porn and racism. Can’t have that. Outside of the porn and racism thing, I won’t delete anything.

Really? No… who am I talking to anyways? I guess anyone that wants to read this thing… HULU.COM! I’m going to try and upload a… Distracted, yet again.

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