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2008 24 May :: 12.36 am
:: Mood: okay
If they steal my stapler, I'll burn the building down!
I hate women. I'm not sure why. I used to drool over the pretty ones and get along with the bi-curious/lesbian ones. I had a way with the ladies. Now, I see a pretty one and I want to break her face. Because she's not really pretty. Nothing about her is genuine. Yes, I know, I'm judging people before I get to know them. You know what? I don't give a flying fuck. Everyone turns into horrible swine in the end, anyway... especially the women.
I hate how all of the ones I've met feel that they are entitled to everything. To have doors opened for them, everything paid for them, always be right even though, extraordinarily, they don't know a thing about the world. I hate how they feel the need to play victim. And I hate how their oh so terrible "childhoods" make them feel like they are better than those who did alright. When, hell, face it, alot of the shit that happened that was terrible was your own fucking fault. Go fuck yourself, you miserable bitch.
But, alas, I still feel there is hope that I will meet more women who are strong and witty and intelligent. I've only known one in my lifetime, and that is my mother. She could make a goddamn pittbull tuck its tail between its legs. I want to meet a woman who is a proud atheist and doesn't want children because she simply doesn't want them. I want to meet the ugly women who are proud of how they look and have a glowing confidence with in them because they know that if people don't see how goddamn badass they are "on the inside", then they're cocksuckers anyway. And you know what? That's what makes her beautiful.
Fuck the rest of them.
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2008 10 May :: 11.54 pm
:: Mood: quiet
One penis comin' up, mom!
I had a headache all day. And then it just hit me right now that it's gone. I guess that's what a good meal and good sex does. My partner is making us tea right now. I want to take pictures of him, but he always gets mad when he hears that shutter. Anyway, back to the tea... it's a good thing because my throat has been hurting. I'm almost out of smokes and I think this should be my last pack for another few weeks.
He just handed me a cold glass and I thought it was lemonade. It's iced green tea. Wow. It's pretty damn good. My babe is damn good in the kitchen... as well with other things. ;o)
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2008 9 May :: 1.02 pm
:: Mood: full
:: Music: death shitting from his speakers
And besides, the dead won't bother you. It's the living you gotta worry about.
The Frito aftermath madness finally ended with the help of tequila and beer.
I woke up to my partner hovering a plate over my head, saying "wake up". He made me the most elaborate amazing breakfast in bed... and I didn't feel like I needed to thank him for it. In fact, I know I deserved it. He was quite the asshole last night. But I said thank you anyway because... it had spam. And he gave me extra bacon.
Two eggs cooked over easy on top of two pieces of cooked spam. Two pieces of toast, buttered and covered in strawberry jelly, and a shit load of bacon. Also, a cup of orange juice. I think a man deserves a thank you after that, even if he was an asshole. I'm an asshole too, you know. So, it works out.
My throat is killing me but I'm gonna go suck on my cigarettes anyway.
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2008 8 May :: 10.52 pm
:: Mood: full
:: Music: Knights of the Old Republic II
Are you a Jedi?
I realize that after a day of eating Fritos and staring at the computer screen, the night feels strange. I feel like I've over slept. I would have gotten just as much accomplished today if I had. Who cares? I made it through another semester and I can be a lazy fat ass all I want.
If my partner and I ever separate, I've decided that a prerequisite for any potential partner would be no farting in my bed.
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