monster in law

Have you ever seen that movie? god it is terrible.

I actually am not a huge J Lo fan. She is cute and all...has good skin, but I think she is way big for her britches.

And that Vaughn guy, I like alias and all, in fact I think Ben made the right decision on Benifer II, but really, we are talking about the first movie back for Jane Fonda...Couldn't she do better? Seriously.

come on.

Sympathy for the devil

Ok here is the deal. I think it is ok to hate people. I hate a lot of people. I hate stupid people the most, but I will not limit my dislike of people to just that. I do not hate along race lines. I don't really think hate should be spread out that way. If you are a racist or a bigot, well I probably hate you, and the way I see it that is earned hate. Besides if you hate an entire race, really you are just watering down your hate and distributing it to people who don't deserve it. How do you know you are hating someone worth hating if you hate indiscriminately? Wait until that person does or says something to EARN your hate. Right now I kind of hate the company I work for, because they block the urban dictionary and I like the urban dictionary. I had planned to include a link to hater in this post, but no, UrbDic is blocked so no link. I hate George Bush. Not as much as many, I don't plan to do any harm to the man, not like I could, but while I may hate myself, I don't want to get killed or end up in jail, so I will maintain my hate for the man simply by wishing him ill. If he chokes on another pretzel, I guess that is just fine. I also hate Condi Rice and most of his cabinet. In fact, odds are pretty good if you are in a position of power in this country I don't really like you all that much. Hate? Well, I don't know about that. I didn't hate John Kerry at first, but I sort of do now. There was a time when I respected John McCain, but now I think he is just GW's monkey. Straw poll for Bush? Come on, if he had the chance he would put you back in that prison in Vietnam and torture you some more. Grow a pair, say you hate his guts. Call it catharsis and move on.

whatever.

The point is I hate stupid people. If you are stupid and don't know me, don't talk to me because I will probably end up hating you.

hip-hop-crazy

I am a hypocrite seven ways to Sunday and I am proud.

I do not think anyone has looked at or cares about my blog...So I should embrace that, yet I feel that if no one reads the blog, why bother...but I hate bloggers and have made sport of mocking them...and in doing so, myself...a little introspective today...first post in months.

go to hell me and everyone else...I should just post porn...that seems to attract a lot of attention.

in need of sleep

not sure why, because I think I get a ton...but I feel like I got hit by a truck today...not like a RAV4 or a CRV either...like the mack truck variety...I am a little dizzy and sore all over.


maybe I need to tone down the rampant alcholism.

or something

Lazy

This post is only to say that I like reading other people's posts more then writing my own.

I have not posted in like forever, probably because my life is boring and I have nothing to say...and no one cares anyway.

do you care? I don't care...and I am writing this jibber-jabber.



feh

Selling out to the man

I decided to be a sell out today. I am not really sure why or what I will get out of it...it is not like anyone looks at my blog anyway, so if I get 7000ths of a cent for every click through and I can only click click through like once a day it will take am long time to get one red penny.

So if you are here and feel like giving me a red penny click the ad, and when 6999 do it I get my red penny. sweet.

Just when you think life sucks

I often think life could hand me a break, and sometimes when I need one most it hands me an anvil, which it deposits on my head, from a good 30,000 feet. Then it drops a plane load of anvils on my broken and destroyed body destroying most of my will to live.

Being Lied to

Do you ever feel like you are being lied to? I feel like that a lot. I guess now that I live in a ghetto and have scant income to speak of I don't deserve the respect I thought I would when I was a small child, but I feel like when I go and visit financial institutions and places where they say that honesty is the best policy, I just feel like they are liars.

Just a hunch.

Real Dolls

Ok I just read about this whole Real Dolls thing. This is pretty interesting. A guy is lonely and looking for love...So instead of going to the local bowling alley, bar, or what not, they save up, spend $6500 (American) and buy a doll. Then they get it on. She doesn't ask you to call, she doesn't complain you were too big, too small, too noisy, too sweaty...All this and all you have to do is live with the shame of getting it on with a doll. A doll, a toy, a barbie.

yeah ok. That is cool.

tearing down the house

I discovered today that if you are unhappy with your hardwood floors all you need to do is tear them up. Underneath is perfectly good subfloor. You can walk on it...you can put nails in it without worrying about ruining the finish, you can scratch it...

you have complete flexibility. It does get soggy when it is wet, but I could probably put some thompson's water seal on it and I would be good to go.

Traveling North

I will be attending my Brother's wedding this weekend. My Brother is not very well educated, yet he has managed to find himself an over educated, younger, more attractive significant over with a masters and a PhD. I guess the key is being from another country, seeing as she talks funny and I can not understand most of what she says I guess I am better off with my home with holes in the walls.

The tingling subsides

After a mere two days in my new home the tingling from the electrocution I suffered has been replaced by a slight chilliness at night. Scrimshaw is a tad bit on the cold side and I am beginning to think the previous occupant of my home may have left because the holes in the wall allow it to get a might bit chilly in the evenings. On the plus side given the fact that the home is technically 'condemned' the rent is right.

Moving out of the basement

I have moved from the basement apt I once lived in to a fab and sunny apartment...I get sun in my place all day long. A major contributor to the sun is the large open holes in the wall. I love my new place...

I am not unemployed

But a lot of people I know are. Clearly I have lost the enthusiasm I once had for blogging. Perhaps when I am less occupied by something other then what it is I am occupied by now.

hunting

it looks like I may be unemployed damn soon.

not so damn good.

Turning point

My last post reads ok, but I figure I am only attracting more me to this site. I don't want to be loved...That is sort of the point right? But I don't want someone more clever then me to sit around and point out the ways they see through my veil. By which I mean I don't want someone to sit around and do what I do on other people's blogs...Ably or not. I think not of late, maybe I need to drink more juice.

But that is not the point, I need more...I just don't know what that is yet.

Wait with bated breath to hear what the all new shifty becomes. Perhaps a black brick, or a larger brick.

In all likelihood still a brick. Since I like the brick.

Trying too hard

Here's the thing...My purpose here was spite...And I feel like I am doing this not for that anymore.

I need to refocus. Be a little more clever, and a little less dull. Are you bored yet? I am. If you are reading and don't dislike me...I am doing something horribly wrong.

I hate you and I hate me more.

but not enough.

just figured something out

So yeah,

i don't really know why people read blogs, and I don't really know why I publish this at all, but given the fact that I do both these things, that doesn't mean I do it well and I just now figured something about this whole blog thing out.

Can you figure out what it is? assuming there is a you.

like I care.

I only care about me.

feh.

Not sleeping drains the mind of creativity, but spawns all sorts of insanity. I am attempting to find a balance... Enough sleep to come up with something interesting, but not enough so that it is a sane thought that others might consider it interesting as well.

You've got mail

I don't really have much of a life in the traditional sense. I don't like to leave my home, I don't like "sunlight" and I do not enjoy movies other people typically enjoy. So when I found myself watching cable tv the film "You've got mail" really appealed to me. It is so terrible I felt compelled to watch it beginning to end. It is much worse then other bad films. I recently saw Ever After with Drew Barrymore and Dougray Scott. That was also terrible. I mean, what kind of name is Dougray anyway? Isn't that more of two names then one name? Why not choose one? Is it ok to just sandwich two names together when you can't decide? Either way, Tom Hanks should be ashamed...And Meg Ryan, well I never really expected much from her, but she should be ashamed too.

Shame