Aint much of a difference. Between a bridge and a wall.

egocide

i present a theory for the current celebrity death rash.

immagine the ego is a parasite, and the celeb the host. sometimes the ego becomes too large for the celeb to handle. and when faced with a natural death, (farrah fawcett and ed mcmahon) the ego freaks out and lashes out to boost its importance. being only an ego it has limited access to attention getting means. while most egos only react in nondamaging ways to the host (britney spears), some egos only have to option of self annialation. these are usually over inflated and non-sustainable egos (billy mays [over inflated] and michael jackson[non-sustainable]) that react this way. however, this phenomenon has the potential to snowball out of controll. increasing the notatiety of the ego in its death, other "rotten" egos will pounce on the chance to destroy their hosts and acceive imortality in the list of celeb deaths.

maybe...

I just saw someone rock out with their cock out. It was not a good thing.....

i hate you

rant alert.

i dont mind if the ladies what to breast feed at work. it natural, it works itself out, there is a baby involved.

but please dear google, do not get your tits out and hook them to a machine while im eating my goddamned poptart. that if fukkin disgusting.

im sitting here, trying to drink my perierre with lime, and all i can hear is a machine sucking out your tit juice.

whats more... i get in the freezer to steal someone hot pocket, and there are little forzen bags, mimmicking your now delfated fun bags. sick nasty tit cream. haning out with that old ice cream sandwich that i now feel is too comtaminated as it has been next to your fluids. forget the fact it has been waiting for me for 6 month... (it might be 8), no it is your filth that has put me off my appetite.

gross.


ps. fuck you

insanity laughs

dammit
i forgot to take a melatoma before bed.
i hope i sleep good.

uuughghh

starting to sleeppppsss...
hrmn
dr
mcninja.....
ninjaaaaaa

Look at al these homos. On their cellphones friend facing. What doughebags.

washing my clothers.

gotta get everything all pretty.
i think i have some one to house sit.
that would be awesome.

and aubrey is here!!
it is nice.
we are still friends and have each become people we still like.

i imagine some of my other friends are now so far from my own plane of existence, i doubt we would be friends...

although i had idea.

if its a few genes that separate most people and environmental factors that shape our personality,
isnt everyone kinda like a different version of you?
who would you be if you had a different father?
mother?
income and social status growing up?

you could be...
anyone.
and so isnt everyone just a different version of yourself?

gd im a narcissist.
(cause we arent all different versions of a person,
you are all poorer versions of me)

Testes. Trying to post to the blog using the sms on the kicker. Does it work?

force of many

i took my umberella to work today.

thats why it didnt rain.

but then i met a man,
who had cleaned his gutters out.
just after dawn.

i wonder who really stopped the rain?

and how soon untill someone washes their car?

yay house!

wanna come over and hang out?

oh yeah,

and the bastard lawyers send us some flowers....

" we hope you are enjoying your new home; the stress of your purchase has left you. we wish you all the best.
your team at routh crabtree and olsen."

cause the stress was caused by those bastards, yes, it has left me.



douchebags.

i like to...

turn the music loud
and sing

the wrong words

convincingly.






we milk this city

its oh so quiet.

i climbed onto my roof.
through the window.
and the light was diffuse.
calming in a mellow manner.
slightly inspiring.
but im not sure to what ends.