Going to the clink sucks. Just sayin'.

Ya know what?

I don't care what or how long it takes. I'm gonna try to get the band back together. I've been do some scavengering-like-stuff and located a coupla folks from back in the day. And whomever is able to locate and bring back the crown jewel:



gets a picture of my dong. now let's get crackin' people!

Another movie review!

anybody see Menace to Society? this dude's all "i'll suck your dick for an egg mcmuffin!" and this dat nigga daz dude shoots him, then mc eight's all "jee-yah! wake your punk ass up! jee-yah! growin' up in da hood!" then this fat chick's all "wake the fuck up, jerome! you gonna lose anotha job, nigga?!?" and the dude's like "shutcho fuckin' mouth!" then this kid's all "i fingered a coupla honeys" then these two old black ladies are on a porch in a rocking chair and one's all like "damn, these niggas be crazy, yo." and the other one's all "you ain't lyin' my sista, you ain't lyin' . . ." then this skinny-ass dude pops in thru the window and he's all like "break yo'seff, fool!" and he steals a box of Triscuits, then LAPD comes and they all go to jail.

pretty shitty movie in my opinion.

Movie Review

Anybody see No Country For Old Men? it was pretty fucking out there, man.

What happens is, this inbred dirtbag finds a briefcase full of cocaine, so he's all "I'm Audi 5 G, bitch!" and his trailer trash wife's like "You asshole!" and his father in law's all sitting in a rocking chair drinking Wild Turkey and he's all "this is no country for old men."

then the dude's all driving all over the fucking place, and this crazy dude's chasing him and the crazy dude goes to this motel and he's all "WHERE IS THE COCAINE? I KNOW IT IS CLOSE BY! GIVE ME THE COCAINE, YOU DIRTY MOTEL MANAGER!" and the motel manager's all "i don't know anything about cocaine, my friend, i am just a simple god-fearing motel manager, but would you care for a danish? it is humble fare, but wholesome and nourishing!"

then the crazy dude's all "GODDAMN YOU TO HELL, MOTHERFUCKER! HEIL HITLER, GODDAMMIT!!!" and bludgeons his fucking head in with a tire iron. Then he bails, and the motel dude's all "this is no country for old men! good bye, cruel world!" and fucking dies.

then the dirtbag's all doing mad lines of coke with some teenage hooker and he's all SUCK MY DICK, YOU DIRTY HOOKER!" and she's all "okay!" then they fuck and go get some pancakes.

then these old dudes are kicking it in a convalescent home and one of them's all "i'd sure love to fuck that black nurse!" and the other one's all "me too, but i haven't had a hard on since fucking Carter was in office!" then the other one's all "i piss my bed every night and my grand-daughter's engaged to a fucking puerto rican! what's this country coming to?"

then the crazy dude comes in and he's all "WHERE IS THE COCAINE, YOU DIRTY OLD JEWS? DON'T PLAY DUMB WITH ME! I KNOW IT IS CLOSE BY!" and the old geezers are like "we are just simple christian folk! we know nothing of this 'cocaine.' would you like to play some five card stud?" then the crazy dude does a mad line of blow and he's all "DIE, DIRTY JEWS! DIE!" and he molotov cocktails them to a fucking crisp and bails.

then the dirtbag dude and the teenage hooker are at this motel eating some tacos and they're doing mad rails of blow then he's all "SUCK MY FUCKING COCK, YOU DIRTY JEW HOOKER! SUCK IT LIKE THE DIRTY RUNAWAY SLUT YOU ARE!!!!" and smacks her upside the head, and she's all "okay! can i have some more coke first, daddy?"

i fell asleep at that point, so i don't know how it ended, but that shit was a trip, man.

This song says it all for me right now..........

Yeah I'm being all cryptic or something like that.

"Snuff" by Slipknot


Bury all your secrets in my skin
Come away with innocence, and leave me with my sins
The air around me still feels like a cage
And love is just a camouflage for what resembles rage again…

So if you love me, let me go. And run away before I know.
My heart is just too dark to care. I can't destroy what isn't there.
Deliver me into my Fate - If I'm alone I cannot hate
I don't deserve to have you…
My smile was taken long ago / If I can change I hope I never know

I still press your letters to my lips
And cherish them in parts of me that savor every kiss
I couldn't face a life without your light
But all of that was ripped apart… when you refused to fight

So save your breath, I will not hear. I think I made it very clear.
You couldn't hate enough to love. Is that supposed to be enough?
I only wish you weren't my friend. Then I could hurt you in the end.
I never claimed to be a Saint…
My own was banished long ago / It took the Death of Hope to let you go

So Break Yourself Against My Stones
And Spit Your Pity In My Soul
You Never Needed Any Help
You Sold Me Out To Save Yourself
And I Won't Listen To Your Shame
You Ran Away - You're All The Same
Angels Lie To Keep Control…
My Love Was Punished Long Ago
If You Still Care, Don't Ever Let Me Know
If you still care, don't ever let me know…

A new, wonderful place.........

Since some of us can'tdo myspace during the day, and some of us can't do blogger, i've created a forum for all of us to hang around and shoot the shit. just need to get some people on board. lemme know what you think.

Click Here!!!!

After doing math all day...

My brain is fried. This is what I was able to do:
(that fish down there is way more interesting, btw)

1. I just spent the last hour on yahoo horoscope trying to force my sign to be compatible with someone I am interested in. It didn't work...even when I tried to make us both on cusps.

....on both sides of the signs we were each born.

Further proof I shouldn't date anyone out here in Texas.

C. I ate a TV dinner while I did my laundry out here in the country. Someone wrote "Pearl Jam Sucks" on the wall in a black crayon all sloppy. I read it over and over while I sat on the dryer all spaced out. All I could think was "no they don't...I like some things they sing. " and "wow these dryers have some serious action"

II. I had to break in my apartment to get in because my roommate accidentally locked me out. People were smiling as they watched me climb in the kitchen window. What if I was a robber? I need to learn Spanish. So seriously.

9. I tried to call Scumbag to stalk him and creep him out. Realized my phone is off. Lucky bastard.

55. IF my calculations are correct, I should run out of gas approximately 12 miles from my office. There is a QuickTrip there; if I am right, I'm calling Scum from a payphone to say "I knew it". If I am a little off, I will sit in the parking lot; enjoying my radio and drinking a sugary coca cola while laughing...

at all the little things. :D

I know you're around here somewhere..........

and here's a picture of a white bass i caught.

Where the fuck is everyone?

Seriously. Come out and play!

A couple questions.....

Is it that fucking obvious that Stealth and I are crushing hard on eachother?

I was thinking about The Wedding Party blog yesterday and everyone we've "met" because of that place. We had a cult following. It was fucking fun as hell. i don't know how any of us kept our jobs because the five of us (me, SHS, PBC, Annabella and Pearl) would pretty much be on there all day just shootin' the breeze with eachother and some fellow blogger pals we made.


PBC's profile picture

Unfortunately, you can't recreate magic like that. We were a family. We may have bickered every now and then and talked shit on eachother once in a while, but we never meant anything by it. One of those things where if you can't take the heat get the fuck outta the kitchen.


Annabella vs. Scumbag: Drinking Contest/Halloween Party. (of course I won!)

But boy oh boy if an *outsider* came in and talked shit..........let's just say it could get very ugly.


SHS & PBC before the actual wedding from which our group was founded....kinda.

I just wanna know from you guys that witnessed us in that year and a half or so:

Why did you like us so fucking much? What made people (like Emma for example) who actually write very well and actually blog in the traditional sense of the word become so attached to us (me in particular for her)?

I guess i'm just looking for some validation that what we did MAY have meant something to some people. Some of you know the few reasons that we had to close down shop, some of you don't. I know there was quite a bit of confusion and a little sorrow from some folks when we just vanished from blogger, only to reappear on Myspace and such. Now I'm starting to ramble so I'll just open this up for discussion, and if ya'll wouldn't mind answering the questions I laid out as well. Thanks and fuck you.