Point of Saturation

Look, it's nothing malicious, but I've got to call it.

Hillary Clinton looks like a woman.

I don't know where you grew up, or how much television you watch, but she is feminine, she's just not a big looker. Either way, not guyish, not really. You ever really look at body/face types? She's not even close.

So seriously, enough with the lame jokes. Jay Leno ran them into the ground a decade ago, and you can't dig up. I don't even like her much, I'm just sick of hearing the same fucking joke. You need to look at more career orientated women outside of porn, they aren't really manish, and they don't eat balls.

Also, while I'm here, Muslims aren't known for the turbans, Sikhs are, and they haven't been violent for a while. An effeminate straight guy is called a metrosexual, pronounced MET-RO-SEX-U-AL, and does not rhyme with heterosexual. Skin pigmentation does not wash off with a good scrubbing; the last people who could legitimately claim innocent ignorance we're Newfoundlanders in the 40's, and that's because outports we're essentially on the edge of the world ( as parts of Newfoundland still are today).

Also, you're going to need to stop being so loud about your Italian heritage. Holy shit, it's annoying.

Blow

Just a quick nerd moment. A while ago, I found myself with a .tar.gz file and a Windows XP machine with no WinZip, a frustrating issue. The only freeware solution I found that did not come riddled with viruses was SimplyZip, manufactured by a German fellow. As recognition, his graphic is below. I heartily recommend a browsing of his site, where ever it is.

Badgering Badgers

I'm not sure if this is elsewhere, I can't tell right now.

People who declare themselves politically incorrect bug me, if just because you don't have to dig deep to turn over the hypocrisy. Diplomacy, or at the very least being polite, isn't a sign of being dominated by the liberal elite. I think I've worked out a way of fixing it though.

Next time you meet someone you insists on calling a chink a chink, no matter what them latte-sippers say, tell them God is a useless sadistic cunt that would rather see it's children suffer and die then lift a finger to help. They'll probably punch you in the face for being such an asshole. At this point, you may laugh at them.

Or light them on fire. I REALLY hate people incapable of introspection. The man once said "The unexamined life isn't worth living" and I choose to take that literally.

Boy Oh Boy!

You know what I could for?

THE BLOOD OF THE INNOCENT! GALLONS OF THE FUCKING STUFF! IN MY MOUTH NOW! I WANT TO TASTE THE INNOCENCE OF COPPER! FUCK SALVATION, BRING ON THE ORPHAN JUICE.

Also, another glass of milk.

I got to stop doing stuff that makes me thirRAPERAPERAPERAPERA

Reconsidering

It's a bad comment on you when your the worst dressed person on a couch bus.

I got to start wearing clothes without holes. Also, wash my pants more than every 3 weeks.

They just get so comfy.

This is...

Hey check this shit out:
Boiled down for convienience.
Yay.

Check

Just so we're 100 percent, I've got nothing to sell. I don't really get trying to make money off of this thing, nor express a reasonable viewpoint. This is a crazy person's brain on electrons.

Which it is, but more publicly.

More so.

Get out of my head. My skull, my thoughts. I can drive you out, you know. I can weather all kinds of bad thoughts.

I'm thinking so hard right now. At you.

Ugh

I feel sick. Roommate's fridge broke, I got stuck taking the spoiled food to the curb. I smell like a dumpster behind a bad chicken joint. Now I need a drink.

Would of been better if they could of gotten more than 25% of the bags in the can the first time around.

Late Night

The most irritating part about this thing is that my best thoughts seem to only come out at about 2 AM for roughly 10 minutes before I fall asleep and forget. Usually completely unrecoverable too. Maybe it's just as well.

The main problem I've been having with sleep lately is that the dreams feel more like memories, even if they are completely fantastical. I'll wake up thinking the homestead is covered in yellow gore, or that the family through my ass out. It wouldn't be so bad if 10% of my waking hours weren't spent wandering around muttering "kill yourself" or "hit the bitch". Not much I can do about that though, drugs aren't a great help and neither are disinterested psychs.

C'est la drink, I suppose.