Brain Splatter

I tried to play some Christmas music. It is still too early. I just can't seem to get in the mood for it right now. I put the music on the radio last night while I was making dinner. That wasn’t too bad. When I am here at work it just isn’t happening, yet. I suppose if I was playing it and it was irritating my boss or someone else then I might have more of an affinity for playing it.

Now that is the Christmas spirit! It is all about pissing off someone else, isn’t it? Whether it is the endless ringing of the bells in the front of a store by some Salvation Army dude, (they get paid for that didn’t you know—actually one year my sister did do the bell ringing and made OK money), or if it is the blinding lights of the neighbors 1.21 gigawatt holiday display. There is always something that is ready to piss you off.

With me it is the stores. I hate, HATE, shopping. I hate giving up my money. I hate going into the store. I hate not having enough money. I hate having to look for things and I hate not finding what I am looking for. I hate other people. I hate waiting in line with other people. And I hate the stupid Christmas music the stores play. I like good Christmas music, but some of the stuff out there is just hideous. You should have to have a license before you are allowed to make a holiday album. I hate with a passion that the damn stores are always so damn hot. You just came in from the outside, in winter, so you are probably wearing a damn winter coat. So why the hell do the stores need to crank up the fucking heat? There is nothing worse then wearing winter gear and sweating. Then you go outside and freeze because you are coated in a fine mist of--store heat caused, line standing, what the hell is wrong with the card machine, have you ever worked in a store before you idiot, just gimme my damn change, you dumbass--sweat.

I do like things about this holiday season. But I honestly think that the thing that wears on me the most is when I don't have enough money to show the people that I care about how much I do care about them. I know that money isn't everything. I know that it is better to give then receive. But maybe one time, I would like to be able to blow someone's mind away with my awesome gift. To give them something that they never expected and be all nonchalant about it. That would be cool. Or even better yet to be able to give someone a gift of something that they really need. That would be a pretty good present. Laterzzz...

Good day to you. I am home sick today. I got the shitz. With a "Z". So I don't feel like writing a lot so I will just do some short shit.

Watched the trailer for SpiderMan 3. Must say that as a geeky fan boy I kind of marked out. That means I dug it. The villain looks to be the Sandman, I think that is what the name is. But more important it has the black Spiderman suit! That is the suit that as every Spiderman fan knows later becomes Venom. If you are not a Spiderman fan move on. If you are, you know what that means. I don't think Venom will show up until the fourth movie but it is cool to mark out knowing what you know next.

I don't give a shit that the Democrats have Congress back. They are not going to get shit done. The Republicans will block everything in hopes of keeping the White House. The country will get more broke. More illegal aliens will dig themselves in, and Iraq will be a fuck up. Then when North Korea or China tries some upity shit we won't be ready for it and Israel will have to nuke Iran to protect themselves. If I had the cash I would be getting some land and building my ass a bunker with food, fuel, and weapons. The fit is about 10 years from hitting the shan boys and girls. America as you know it is gone. Welcome to the third world.

It does make it easier having a shitty computer knowing that in a few years the internet and all of society will pretty much shit the bed. Until then it kind of sucks though. My computer is slow. Even between open pages. Would bitch about it but who would listen. Oh wait. That is what my page is for. Sooooo.....:BITCH BITCH BITCH BITCH! I feel better.

I like the taste of Pepto Bismol.

I want to live in a lighthouse so that I can make some really cool shadow animals.

I am glad that evangilist guy got in trouble for doing drugs and being gay. I have very little trouble with someone if they wish to do drugs and be gay. Hell you want to fuck a pumpkin...go for it. I do hate hypercrites though. And people who tell you how to live your life when you are not hurting anyone else and then they turn out to be doing the shit they told you not to do. That is just priceless. Always fun to watch the humiliation. Do you hear me Rush Limbaugh you drug using, lying, piece of shit?

I been feeling irrational anger lately. But I have also been horny. Are sex and anger linked? Is the need for sexual release when denied easily translated to violent urges? Is the way to stop violence to induldge in more sexual release? It the phrase, " I want to fuck the shit out of you!" while not accurate when taken literally; an apt way to confer the sentiment of violent agression brought upon by unrealesed sexual urges. Maybe I just need an orgasm?

Watched the first half of Season 6 of the Sopranoes. Which I guss is actually the last season. I don't know how they are working that out. All I know is that after watching it I got a whole lot of "eh?" going on. Not "eh?" like I don't know what is going on, but like "eh?" like I really don't care. It's like nothing happened. No overall story line. It's like the people are just writing characters but they really don't have a plot going on. I think it is about time to just let the thing go. Kill everyone. Have them go out in a blaze of glory. Send some to jail. Whatever. I don't care how long it takes to wrap up this so-called season. I have lost my taste for this show. If you want though...watch the first 5 seasons. They were not bad at all.

Think that is all for today. I ranted and got some stuff out. Be back, come back, see ya, laterzzz...

Or is he?
Is he packing the fudge? Or is he just saying that so that the press will leave him alone.

Maybe Doogie is all hanging out in the clubs and all the sexy, trashy chicks are like, "Oh, you are so cute, I had a major crush on you when I was a little girl. Too bad you like guys...or else I would have to do you all night long!"

Doogie's all, "Hey baby, you seem to understand me, maybe you can take me back to your place and we can invite a few of your sexy underwearless friends over and you can try to cure me of my craving for cock? I will still have to nail a couple of you in the butt, but that ain't gay I just like the anal lovin'."

And she would be all, "No problem there! Me and my magic vagina will rid you of all those gay sex wanting urges. Oh and you can pound my ass all you want cuz I dig that too!"

Doogie thinks, "Score!"

~~~~It is a brilliant plan. The press thinks your gay. Saying "I ain't gay" ain't gonna get them off your back. So you say," yeah I like the cock", and bam! they leave you alone. Then you can pound all the nubile girl meat you want and a few years later you can be all I guess I wasn't gay after all. And at the same time all the pussy you want is trying to turn you not gay.

Fucking awesome! Way to go Doogie! (aka Neil Patrick Harris). You know...unless he is gay. Then uh...have fun with that.

I like the pussy. Laterzzz....