He's famous for the "Trololo" song, which in actuality is titled, I Am So Happy to Finally Be Back Home.
Who is going to tro(ll) lo(l)lo us now? I'm going to miss listening to people who can make me laugh, or at least help me make them laugh. It's important to have a sense of humor or if humor ever has a sense of you. In either case, I'll just have to trololo my way through today.
Walking home a guy talking to himself was walking towards me. He wore only a white tank-top and shorts. I couldn't even see his face, the street was poorly lit. He looked kind of intimidating. Then I heard, "How's it going?"
He kept approaching, and I said assertively moving away from him, "Good".
Walking away from me, he said loudly,
"What did I see?
Could I believe?
That what I saw that night was real and not just fantasy!"
WTF is wrong with this guy. I was thinking. What the fuck was that guy talking about? I didn't see any headphones or anything. Could he believe? Who gives a.... COUUUUULD I BELIEEEEEVE! YEAAAAAHHH!
Then I got goose bumps and realizing what that guy was saying, which was totally awesome.
I almost turned around and yelled,
"SIX-SSSIX-SIX THE NUMBER OF THE BEASSSST!!"
But I didn't, instead I just gimped home.
Which was probably the worse thing I did today, other thank telling someone that aborted fetuses should be used in place of turkeys for homeless people during thanksgiving.
If you didn't know, a lot of food shelters have massive amounts of donated food to put on a Thanksgiving feast. I guess the problem with aborted fetuses is how one would make stuffing.
And with that said, who the fuck thought of shoving bread crumbs up the asshole of a decapitated bird and calling it food?
Someone who has a decent palette for food, that's who.
For a long time I have wanted to build a castle. Sometimes I've given up on that dream, but I still go back to that dream. Whether it's a small castle or Japanese yagura (castle keep) sized structure, I will make sure this dream becomes a reality or die trying.
Our own health, be it mental or emotional, is like a building. We can be grand, with kingly halls, wide with great open spaces, or a garage. The former while probably beautiful, might have nothing inside, whereas the garage may be filled with all kinds of exotic things. One honestly has to figure out how far one is willing to go for X or Y thing, stuff, feeling, emotion, experiences, and/or intelligence. But let's be honest, we know it's easy to manufacture a house (a life) quickly and cheaply.
Some people might say that manufactured houses are convenient and comfortable, which they are in a fleeting way. Kind of like swimming in a shallow pool: it will never offer the depth and richness of what the ocean offers. Of course the ocean also has it's own price-tag: it's fucking dangerous, has sharks, and hundreds of thousands of garbage, animal semen, real seamen, and annoying fucking tourists.
So, is a manufactured house for me?
No thanks.
For you?
I have no idea.
I'm hiring this guy for
the construction
When it comes to building oneself on the inside or building something on the outside, it's important, extremely important that one makes sure he or she is using the right tools, resources, and efficient labor. Yes, it might be expensive, but we're talking about one's own life. And life happens to be the home for one's character. With cheap and inexpensive products, while convenient and quickly accomplishing a structure still doesn't help a person in the long run, unless they have zero expectations. That means being happy or sad is trivial, but within that kind of mentality why would anyone choose to build THEIR home or dream in such a manner? Committing to a cause or an idea is not something anyone can do without expectations.
We've heard someone fantasizing before, in one form or another, but usually it sounds like this,
"I want to be an gold medal Olympian, but I don't want to work that hard (make those kind of sacrifices etc....)".
These kinds of people have already committed towards giving up. In fact just fantasizing about the gold medal and not even pursuing is worse than masturbation, - though with I see nothing wrong with real masturbation, so long as people admit to knowing that they're just fucking themselves, which is what masturbation is! But I'm starting to ramble a bit...
Where does this kind of mentality come from? I think it comes from examples like this one,
"Maybe I should give my seat up for that old person?"
I'm sure you've thought about something like that before, and then same voice - hopefully your own - commends you for being a good person for having that thought of kindness, even though you did absolutely nothing.
This kind of action is also done with people trying to lose weight, "I'm working on losing weight!" or "I'm going on a diet!" As soon as the dieter hears, "Good for you!" or "Keep it up!" they pretty much yield to the compliment as if they've really accomplished something, when in reality they've just opened their mouth, which may also explain how they became over-weight.
Another problem is that we - yes, I'm also included in we, - seem to ignore (or forget) that our individual needs. These needs often must be met by specific resources. Food in a sense is a more basic aspect of this concept. If you don't eat, your house (as your body) gets weak, shoddy, and very well may end up dilapidated. If you eat too much, or fill your house with useless things you take room away from nutrients you need and from people who love you.
So why don't we really take more time with ourselves? Looking for our own individual parts, looking for the correct laborers before we build ourselves up? For me I constantly have to add, subtract, multiply, divide, rebuild and look at and for new solutions. I almost never find myself completely content, and when I do it just seems like I'm ignoring reality. The latter of that is especially true for me when I'm happy in a relationship, I seem to ignore everything/something is wrong and/or could go wrong, because I'm high as the sky on rainbows and love. But we all know the "The Winner Loses" (see Body Count), especially if we're trying to be higher than the sky.
No one gets in for free.
No house worth spending the rest of one's life in should be built with shoddy craftsmanship, especially when we're our own foreman and laborer! No one gets to get in for free, as even we have our own price tags on and with ourselves. Even more so when the house is our soul.
No one gets in for free, as we can only make so many seats, beds, and rooms in our own "house." Hold tight, and never givin' up is one way. The wise will tell you too that it is never easy. If it were easy, you took short-cuts. Why would you want to take short cuts on materials when building your own house?
As for real modern castles, over the past 5 years I have been enjoying the construction details of Dupont Castle, as seen here http://www.dupontcastle.com/
Over the past three days I have been thinking about small talk. What is small talk? What is the most important thing you could find out about a person within the context of small talk? Music has to be in the top 5. "Why?" you ask? Because it's important to acknowledge someone's tastes, as listening to music is often what one enjoys doing with oneself.
If I ask a person what they listen to in terms of music, what they share with me, as above, is what they enjoy when they are alone. So for me to bash on what they like to do when they are alone is like bashing who they are as a person and individual. This is why music for small talk is important, however one shouldn't bullshit another with idiotic things like, "That's cool" when really one may have wanted to say I can't enjoy much like that.
Nothing is more depressing than telling someone you listen to genre X or band Y and hearing from a them,
"That's cool."
Yet 10 minutes later in the car they say something like,
"Can we listen to something else?"
What the fuck?
My advice is exactly what I said it is. Be honest and up front about your dislikes and likes. Don't try to be anything you're not. That calm, caring, nice, agreeable person, be it you or anyone who claims to be, only works when you're lying to your family/relatives, co-workers/customers, one-night-stands, and people you would never want to live with anyway.
Saying you agree with, also enjoy, or giving any reinforcement towards a music genre or song a person says they enjoy, for which you secretly disagree with, is like making a broken promise up front. You are promising a compliment, which the listener could take with sincerity - as they ought to trust your word right? - and then secretly at the same moment you clearly disagree on the inside. You didn't break a promise, you made something that was already broken.
This is why asking about music is not only serious but also important. We shouldn't compromise who we are with ourselves when we're trying to share ourselves with others. What we listen to for ourselves is part of that. What's the purpose of getting to know someone? When all we do is either shoot down in secret who they are or doing it with ourselves with them? What a big fucking waste of time. Unless our objective is to take what we want a leave... But that's another repugnant thought for another day.
Here's how it may or should go down,
"I like N'sync."
"I can't listen to them, (because of x reason here...)
If someone has a problem with how you feel about X or Y band, artist, song, concerto, whatever, you can tell that person to "go play hide and go fuck yourself." No one should judge you for who you are with you, unless you're lying or destroying integrity. On a side note I've beat down integrity to the point where only shame and pain is left. So certainly learn from my experience if you can. But time and time again, I ramble...
We should use even more caution with anyone who says,
"I like all types of music."
Unless they're God or a non-human, I'd say that person is flat out lying. We all know that a friend to all is a friend to none.
I can honestly say that I my closest friends have shared music with me in the best way possible. My ex-GFs like music, but whatever they shared with me I couldn't always connect with after we were no longer dating. It was like I loved the songs because I was with them. Yet with my closer friends, we'd basically play "music tag".
One week it's,
"Dude listen to this!"
And then the next,
"Oh dude! Check this band out!"
"Feeling like shit? This song might make you feel better!"
Suggesting songs to those I care about and those back to me, and even now when we hear those songs we sometimes go back to emotions we've had when we first heard it and/or started loving it.
Yes, music is important.
In fact, music shouldn't be an escape, although at times it can be one. The issue where music and sharing one's music with another person becomes difficult is when someone reflects on why they enjoy X or Y band. But don't confuse difficult with problematic in this case.
I think ANY time one reflects on the music they enjoy there is a deeper understand of oneself, but when one avoids explanation, with phrases like, "Just because". It's almost like a person is afraid to create depth within their own being. It's their choice, but personally I genuinely don't like being around people who like things for the sake of liking them or without explanation.
Then again, I believe anyone who bothers sharing anything with me ought to explain oneself, including myself for choosing to listen to them!
Just a few examples, nowhere near the amount I'd like to share,
And one of my personal favorite top 5 songs ever, ends up as tie by the same artist,
I was running through a garage and then backyard. This was a transition from earlier, when I was scaling some kind of tower with ropes and removing some kind of box. The box was about a 1/3s the size of a shoe box. It was important and but I can't remember if I took it with me. I think I ended up taking it.
In the backyard I jumped onto a trampoline and then landed on top of a fence. I ninja-sprinted on the barely-wider-than-a-small-woman's-palm fence and then jumped onto a roof of a house. This house also had a trampoline, which I used to jump onto another roof.
I got off at some point doing a roll to disperse the impact. I was trying to cross a cul-de-sac when I saw two people approaching. They were kids on medium sized horses. They saw me and I threw at least 5 smoke bombs in front of myself and towards them. They looked scared and charged past me. I ran to a road which looked familiar and I ended up throwing massive amounts smoke into the road.
A police cruiser came at some point, and I threw a flash-bang at it, then ran off.
That's when I woke up.
I don't believe dreams mean shit, but it's 2 AM.
I didn't see any ninja movies within the last 24 hours. I didn't talk about ninjas. I didn't look at ninja anything as far as I'm aware of. Also, I didn't even look at the below picture until after I woke up from my dream. So where some of its influence came from I have no idea.
If it is a dream with meaning, it means that I'm trying to do something without telling anyone, and/or I'm taking an unconventional road towards some kind of goal, requiring special skills. Regardless of such, it's also my dreamand if I want to be a fucking* ninja in my dreams, I will be.
The shitty part was that I didn't do any awesome ninja killing action like in the video below.
*Wrong kind of ninja
This is the closest thing I could find to what I felt like I had in the dream.
Minus the UZI - damn it, I know right? - and knee pads.
"April 22nd. Earth Day. A day when people around the world go the extra mile to care for our delicate planet. A day to remember to recycle, to drive your Prius, to reduce your carbon footprint.
And a day where I like to go around telling everyone I see, 'Fuck the Earth!'
I'm Jack English and I paid for this ad, to tell you about a new and better holiday,April 23rd, 'Fuck the Earth Day!'"
While this video is quite old it's a wonderful classic for several reasons... I'd love to share all of those reasons with you, but frankly speaking I enjoy this video because every-time I see bullshit "Save the Earth" or "Earth Day" propaganda I want to puke. Then I remember April 23rd is Fuck the Earth Day, and I end up smiling. As someone else once put it,
"[T]he whole green movement wasn[']t created to help the [E]arth, it was created so big corporations can charge us more money for things that are "green." [F]uck that shit, if [I] want to drive a hummer over a pack of polar bears while eating zebra steak, [I'm] going to fucking do it. [F]uck hippies and fuck being green"
When some people tout that saving the Earth is important I almost invariably start talking about mass suicides, or rather, complete extermination of the human race. Not because I believe we deserve to die, but if the objective is to save the Earth, then us being here in any capacity other than how the Hopi indians lived will not help the Earth.
"But we need to be here to save the Earth!" some might say. Save the Earth? What happens if a super-massive solar flare or black-hole comes out of nowhere and fucks Earth to shit? I don't think our insurance would protect us from something that catastrophic, or interesting for that matter.
Also if one were to look at aerial photos of before and after urban sprawl, one might learn to agree with me. We're doing more damage than good. My sources? Well a source is CNN, which is questionable on politics, but then again what isn't politics? More info here, http://www.cnn.com/SPECIALS/world/road-to-rio/satellite-photos-urban-sprawl/index.html?hpt=wo_mid
Who doesn't love a little
bling-bling?!
Just "[r]emember, Global Warming is just a theory, like the evolution or the metric system." Because even if things do get worse or better depending on how you feel about mass chaos, there is still hope, at least from Jack English,
"Learn to swim. And eat fucking rocks- people! Swim... And eat rocks. Happy Fuck the Earth Day"
So let's go drive our cars, use our Ipods from China, let's liter, flush the toilet more than once a day, shower for more than 3 minutes, and buy new clothes that were made in other countries -- I haven't even gotten to mention how much oil is used to transport useless goods (i.e. shit) from one shit country to another.
Sure people can argue saying, "Oh I've donated this or that!" But realistically it's bullshit. Anytime you buy a DVD, a new car, fuck-- Especially a sports-car! A big truck, anything plastic, anything that gets less than 70MPG, not growing your own garden (community or otherwise) you're failing the Earth. Besides do you really expect me to believe you're going to give up your bling-bling (designer, coffee-latte enema, fashion, whatever-car) so the earth feels better for .000000000000004 seconds? I doubt it.
So let's celebrate, "Fuck the Earth Day", because if global warming is a serious problem, why haven't we caused a nuclear winter yet?
Peace out. Fuckers.
Fozzjnen and his "Fozzj logic", while having it's own kind of magic sort of speak, sometimes sends me into a slight depression, albeit it's probably my own fault anyhow. UNLESS! Unless he happens to be sending me depressing songs and lyrics when I'm dealing with difficult life or relationship issues.
When my GF in Japan jilted me and he was getting annoyed about me agonizing over it, he sent me the following lyrics.
What Will You Say by Redemption.
Here it is via Youtube:
Lyrics!
What will you say about me?
Will you say I was a good man?
That you felt my love and that you loved me too
What will you say about me?
Will you say that it was perfect
Or it wasn't worth the pain I put you through?
Seems so strange
We just let this slip away
One day in the arms of another
When you're close enough to share
The dreams you'd wished would be
What will you say about me?
What will you tell him about me?
Will you say that we were soulmates
And you knew our lives were meant to be as one?
What will you think about
When you've a family all your own?
Will you wonder where your other half has gone?
Happiness
Slips like sand between our fingers
Never to return
One day in the arms of another
When you're close enough to share
The dreams you'd wished would be
What will you say about me?
One day (one day)
Far apart from each other
Will you think about the chance for love you threw away?
What will you say?
We had more than most have dreamed
And I cannot conceive
The reasons that you couldn't let it be
And as the years go by
And we live out our lives
I'll always wonder why
You wouldn't spend yours here with me
One day in the arms of another
When you're close enough to share
The dreams you'd wished would be
What will you say about me?
One day (one day)
Far apart from each other
Will you think about the chance for love you threw away?
Will you think about mistakes you made along the way?
Will you think about the place that we might be today?
What will you say?
But Fozzjnen's sick and twisted humor doesn't end there, and thank God it doesn't.
Last night he sent me the song Statherian, by The Ocean. Its lyrics are much more depressing given the situation I'm in and because it's actually dialog pulled from a movie rather than someone written by a band member. Nonetheless it's entertaining, because it affirms how I look at life most of the time.
I love conversation. I could talk about ponies, porno, and York Peppermint patties. Some people can't. Some people can, mainly because they also love conversation as much as I do, and laughing.
The subjects will change, some new people will come in and some will go out. But those who like the "hunt" of the conversation, rather than the "kill," will stay. It's no different than anything else in life. When we like what we do, we don't stop at success or ownership. We just keep going and going, at least those of us who are awake enough to know it are the ones who will continue endlessly.
It just feels even more alien and more depressing when we're told to stop doing the things we love "hunting". The below lyrics don't say that the kill is sweeter than the hunt. 'Cause if the kill was more important than the hunt, then most of us would probably work at a gas station, because a "job is a job" a "man is a man" a "family is a family". And a clown is a fucking scary monster who hits your mom, rapes your dog, and also happens to rape pedophiles with balloons.
[Instrumental with a quote from the movie The Life of David Gale playing]
What it means to be fully human is to strive to live by ideas and ideals
And not to measure your life by what you've attained in terms of your desires but[...]
Those small moments of integrity, compassion, rationality... because in the end, the only way that we can measure the significance of our own lives
Is by valuing the lives of others. Fantasies have to be unrealistic. Because the moment, the second that you get what you seek, you don't, you can't want it anymore. In order to exist, desire must have its objects perpetually absent. It's not the 'it' that you want, its the fantasy of 'it'.
We are only truly happy when daydreaming about future happiness. This is why we say: the hunt is sweeter than the kill, or: be careful what you wish for - not because you'll get it: because you're doomed not to want it once you do. Living by your wants will never make you happy.
This shit never ends, he won't stop with sending me music like the above, and I hope he doesn't. He does know that I strike back back in the same fashion, which is nice. I use music that hits him at home and hard. Like the M270 Multiple Launch Rocket System (M270 MLRS) against small children, Phil Collins' solo work is designed to destroy the hopes and dreams of all men in love with anyone other than their own children or parents.
Here is Against All Odds, by Phil Collins
How can I just let you walk away, just let you leave without a trace
When I stand here taking every breath with you, ooh
You're the only one who really knew me at all
How can you just walk away from me,
when all I can do is watch you leave
Cos we've shared the laughter and the pain and even shared the tears
You're the only one who really knew me at all
So take a look at me now, cos there's just an empty space
And there's nothing left here to remind me,
just the memory of your face
Just take a look at me now, well there's just an empty space
And you coming back to me is against the odds and that's what I've got to face.
I wish I could just make you turn around,
turn around and see me cry
There's so much I need to say to you,
Take a look at me now!
so many reasons why
You're the only one who really knew me at all
So take a look at me now, well there's just an empty space
And there's nothing left here to remind me, just the memory of your face
Just take a look at me now, cos there's just an empty space
But to wait for you, is all I can do and that's what I've got to face
Just take a look at me now, cos I'll still be standing here
And you coming back to me is against all odds
It's a chance I've got to take.
Just take a look at me now.
Given the circumstances of this post, I almost feel like it is incomplete without Queen, especially with Mercury and his mustache. Goddamnit, that mustache alone makes its own appearance in the video below. It's kind of hot. The lyrics are hot, not the mustache.
Albeit a little repugnant, some quotes from good movies aren't not as well known as they should be in my opinion. The below list will contain the quotes and the movie it came from.
"Screw the procedure, I want somebody on the goddamn phone before I kill 20 million people!" - WarGames
"He's experienced about as much pain and suffering as anyone I've encountered, give or take, and he still has Hell to look forward to." - Se7en
"If this is justice, then I'm a banana!" - Angel Cop
"You know, half of these gook whores are sworn members of the Vietcong. The other half got TB. Make sure you only fuck the ones who cough." - Full Metal Jacket
"With Ten Bears, it was always more than a while. There was purpose in everything he did, and I knew he wanted me to stay. But I was sure of myself. I would be an excuse, and that's all the Army would need to find this place. I pushed him as far as I could to move the camp. But in the end, he only smiled and talked of simple pleasures. He reminded me that at his age, a good fire was better than anything. Ten Bears was an extraordinary man."
- Dances with Wolves
Sarah: That's not fair!
Jareth: You say that so often, I wonder what your basis for comparison is?
- Labyrinth
Vincent Hanna: My life's a disaster zone. I got a stepdaughter so fucked up because her real father's this large-type asshole. I got a wife, we're passing each other on the down-slope of a marriage - my third - because I spend all my time chasing guys like you around the block. That's my life. Neil McCauley: A guy told me one time, "Don't let yourself get attached to anything you are not willing to walk out on in 30 seconds flat if you feel the heat around the corner." Now, if you're on me and you gotta move when I move, how do you expect to keep a... a marriage?
[...] Neil McCauley: Yeah, it is what it is. It's that or we both better go do something else, pal. Vincent Hanna: I don't know how to do anything else. Neil McCauley: Neither do I. Vincent Hanna:I don't much want to either. Neil McCauley:Neither do I.
- Heat
"Do I hit your kids?
Oh, I actually do.."
The Joker: [after Batman fights back against his hyenas] Hey! Do I hit your kids? Oh, actually I do... - Batman the animated series (1990's)
"People always realize the truth when it's too late." - Patlabor 2: the "movie
"The shadow of a man can never stand up and walk on its own." - Kagemusha
"A serious illness can change even a man's heart." - Kagemusha
Detective John Kimble: Just don't throw up on me. Phoebe O'Hara: Nah, it's OK, I'm not gonna throw up on you. But I am gonna kiss you.
- Kindergarten Cop
Detective John Kimble:I have a headache. Lowell:It might be a tumor. Detective John Kimble:It's not a too-mah!
I honestly think that there is a seriously correlation between how I feel and pain in my knee. Sometimes my emotions increase or decrease pain, and I suppose that's why Oregon has medical marijuana. Frankly speaking my knee will do what it wants regardless of how I feel sometimes.
Today, it more or less faired well, compared to this evening, where the burning and general emotional disgust took over. I feel like bashing my head into a wall when it gets that deep. Sometimes the pain is so much I want to scream out loud while crying in complete horror. Just like this chick here (URL, starts at 14:17). I think once Wainwright heard me in my room once groaning from intense physical pain, although he thought I was waxing my carrot at the time.
The burning is endless. It's always there. It's fucking disgusting. It's worse when I see people look at me like they're sorry. I almost want to vomit on them, since they make the same faces that homeless people make, the "No cure, no hope, no way to change" kind of face. Desperation does that to people regardless of whether or not they're burning from arthritic pain, emotional, or the shame in being a hobo. Maybe one could have all three? Hopefully, a person isn't in that kind of position, because without hope or change/progression it's so fucking disgusting. At that point there is No Reason To Live.
Thankfully, I have hope. Because I know realistically there is no cure, and the best thing I can do is endure pain, because life does get better with pain, once I harness it. When pain becomes the master, a person is truly fucked. At least until they overcome it.
We're going to learn how God kills first born cattle, children, and people.
We're going to learn why it's important.
God more or less tells, albeit indirectly, the Pharaoh that "You will do My will and only then will I go away."
Kind of like Andre Linoge in Storm of the Century.
Example of how God talks to man,
I wish God would just come down and say flat out, "I need your clothes, your boots, and your motorcycle (link)." Because frankly speaking that's what it feels like when we're told to do something. I love God and fear God, which is why there is also the duality of confusion and struggle. No one said it would be easy, and if we take lessons from God seriously we can tell God is also confused/struggling with us as well.
Happy Passover.
Hopefully God passes over our own personal transgressions, and let next year be in Jerusalem (or at least in Israel).
As I prepare for Pesach (Passover) I realize there are two serious things that come to my mind often when I think of this Holiday. God likes or has no serious problems with killing people, and hope is extremely important.
Listening to Metallica's Creeping Death I reflect on God killing people. The Biblical God didn't just kill the Pharaoh's first born son, but all first born of just about everything.
Shemot/Exodus
11:4 And Moses said: 'Thus saith the Lord: About midnight will I go out into the midst of Egypt;
11:5 and all the first-born in the land of Egyptshall die, from the first-born of Pharaoh that sitteth upon his throne, even unto the first-born of the maid-servant that is behind the mill; and all the first-born of cattle.
After reading that, the lyrics of Creeping Death should chime in automatically in one's head:
Die by my hand
I creep across the land
Killing first-born man
So God basically is a door-gunner, specifically this one here.
And yet there is hope for the future. In fact, the term Passover is about God (maybe literally) passing the homes of the ancient Israelite slaves' homes, as God goes on the war-path of murder and killing.
To me it is interesting that God, who condemns murder, is capable and seemingly comfortable with the killing small children. It's interesting to me. And I remind myself that, this God that I believe in, is claimed as just and righteous by others and I.
But the hope lies in the fact that God and us, ideally, work out our issues with ourselves and then with each other (if possible) so that we can advance. I think without hope there is no point in anything anymore. Just like in the Predator without the hope to try to survive the whole team would have been wiped out. Passover to me is about slavery and our own demons within our lives. When we face our own slavery and demons we have a better understanding of who we are and where we are going. Of course, one night isn't enough for this kind of contemplation. We know that our own demons can bleed, and we know "If it bleeds, we can kill it!"
Does God hear our screams? Should we only scream once?
No! Keep screaming!! Until you have God's attention.
The other day Krimull sent me a message about his wife playing some kind of joke on him while he's asleep or slowly waking up.
First, I should say that KRIMULL IS NOT A MORNING PERSON. I know this pretty well, when we were younger I'd try to open blinds and take his blanket. That guy was worse than a 14 year old girl on her period. How he reacted more than that, or how it's possible I have no idea. To this day the only conclusion I have is that he was roiding out.
Second, being married is like saying, "Today put my nuts in the blender." Okay not all (92.23 ± 5 %) marriages are like that. If his marriage was puppy dogs and rainbows he wouldn't have told me what he told me! In all seriousness, I'm sure things are fine. Most shit like this happens when people are bored, kind of like the time he used a bullhorn to wake me up... That mother fuc Kids will be kids.
On a side note, he has 5 dogs, so there must be a serious fucking shortage of rainbows.
Anyway, here's what he said,
"She's pissed off at me because she woke me up with to she me a bike light and shined it in my eye right as I woke up. And ignored her when I woke up and went to work."
So tonight when he goes home, I hope he's bringing home chocolate or ice-cream. Because unless it's resolved, I have a feeling that next time his wife will go all Kathy Bates in Misery on him.
Using the internet is awesome, until you realize the porn, or 14, er, 18 year old girl you're trying to cyber with happens to be a 37 year old gay man. But that's the magic of the internet, and that same magic of the internet is entertains me when I'm bored.
Here are a few sites I'd suggest:
YTMND, You're the man now dog!
YouTube, duh.
Fark.com, which rates news articles and so forth as "scary", "funny," "sick," etc.
When all else fails, use YouTube to make yourself feel better, as you make fun of a 19 year old black guy, who ends up getting caught fucking pitbulls on camera.
Don't believe me?
Watch the news report below. I wonder if the guy fucking the dog was thinking, "Georgia['s] on my mind!"
But wait there is more!
Watch a little girl get shot down by a TIE-fighter
Prank calls, I love these things.
Quotes:
"To me, I don't want anybody touching me...
I don't know what's going on....
I heard him screaming...
If he comes back I'm gonna choke this nigga out...
...I'ma serve this bitch up some cold Ramen noodles.
Unless they're God or a non-human, I'd say that person is flat out lying. We all know that a friend to all is a friend to none. 
