funkdaman

it's always frustrating when people who make more money than you talk about how poor they are. ESPECIALLY when they don't have to pay rent or utilities. I was trying to think of an analogy to my life but I can't think of anything positive in my life to relate that to so I'll move on.

DAMN FUCKING GNATS KEEP DYING IN MY BEER!

this is my first weekend off in a while and frankly I have no fucking clue what to do with a friday off. if I went out i'd have to deal with people, and i'm in no shape for that, so i'm sitting at home waiting for Conan to come on. It's kind of odd, as a kid if I said that it would mean i'd be waiting to watch some roided up austrian bitch unconvincingly swing a sword around, but instead it's some redheaded bitch. spell check doesn't seem to be working so you'll have to excuse any drunken mistakes I stumble upon. I'm usually a good drunk typist, but after a fifth things go to shit, not that I've drank that much.

interesting, I wasn't sure if the program I use for posting was downloaded on this computer, guess I grabbed it while drunk last weekend. the motherboard on my old computer gave out for the 3rd time, and would have ended up being the 5th mobo i've had on this PC since I started using PCs over MACs, so I ended up just getting a new one, it's somewhat better, still need to drop another 200 for some extras but that'll come around when I decide to go into more CC debt.

fuck i'm tired of stuff. realized a few weeks ago that i've had a 6 year writers block, I should talk about it, but it might be counterproductive.

incidentally, I predict it going down to lacy and danny with lacy winning.

It takes a lot out of a show when the girl you're pining over gets voted off. Now I knew Lauren was getting voted off monday, was one of those things I could just tell from watching the voting over the last few weeks, so monday was just me soaking in as much lauren hotness as I could, of course it wasn't enough, but at this point it doesn't matter, but at least now I can get back to watching mythbusters on wednesday night, use to only catch bits and pieces of it.

I wish Lacuna Coil wasn't such a half assed band, cause christina scabia is hot enough to deserve a good band behind her. i'm sure there's a pun about me fucking her from behind, but it's just not coming to me right now. and i'm sure there's another pun involving "coming to me."

I cut myself up to make it real, I cut myself up cause that's the way that I feel. I cut myself up to be free. I cut myself up to be me.

two albums that should have changed the world but never did. Argyle Park - Misguided and Refused - The Shape of Punk to Come. both albums are such a departure from anything that was done at the time, fuck, such a departure from anything that's being done now. with so much nonsensical shit being produced, it's a shame that really amazing music was ignored over 10 years ago. this all comes to mind because music sucks so bad lately, was a time when I could guy a cd or 2 a week, lately I'm lucky to pick up one a month. I don't have any plans to buy an album till the end of the month with the new kenna and as I lay dying albums on the 21st. It doesn't help that distribution rights are so convoluted that finding an American release of a good international album is impossible unless the album leans so much toward pop that it's not worth even a first listen. Delain is on roadrunner records, there's no reason why I can't find a copy of their cd anywhere.

in other news, I'd totally fucking plow this girl from some shit reality tv show 10 times till Tuesday. as someone who avoids useless emotions the majority of the times, I've found myself drawn to a woman on a dancing show for no other reason than simple lust, and it bugs me. I assume a lot has to do with me sitting in my apartment alone too many Wednesday nights.

I'm drawn to people punching each other in the face, so I'll continue to watch MMA and drink a few more.

I haven't posted in 66 months according to something. my parents sent me an email with pictures, including ones of my cousin's roommates, I can only assume that it's because they're insane.

It always bugs me that there is a lot of things in my head that I want to get out, but when it comes to writing them down I can't remember one fucking thing. I seem to have OCD writing or something. guess i'll just throw that in the pile of other mental issues.

Richard got me turned on to har mar superstar back in the day. like 5 years ago or something. I assume Richard is dead or has little need to talk to an uninteresting negative jerkie. for a short fat ugly jew he has some soul.

I hate it when I think of part of a song but don't remember the song title, I usually remember the idea of the lyrics but no clue what song it is. sometimes I remember the artist, but chances are I'll have several albums by the artist so I end up sumbling through a few dozen songs just to remember the idea. and fuck if I can find the damn song.

at times I wish my life was more than music, asian films and fantasy books.