I know a guy who I shoot pool with every now and then, who, when he broke up with his girlfriend, would read all her text msg and e-mails out loud to his friends and make fun of her.
Every time she called, he'd look at his cell phone, and before hanging up, he'd say "Here she goes again. She so still loves me". I felt so bad for her,she was so cool to me when I first met her and her then boyfriend.
Although usually I stay out of shit like that I felt obligated to tell her discreetly that maybe she shouldn't call him all the time and just move on. Besides, I was really getting sick and tired of that little smug jack ass.
My road to sainthood continues.
Monday, May 30, 2005
Thursday, May 26, 2005
Random Confession number whatever
Awhile back, A girl I was dating said I was the nicest boyfriend she ever had. Little did she know, she was nothing more but a fling and I was dating 3 other girls at the same time. I only kept her around because she was the only one giving it up.
Ahh, to be young again.
Ahh, to be young again.
Being Ugly
Read this story on some random site:
Being Ugly
Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat. Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and shall we say, love.
The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly. To start with, he had only one eye, and where the other should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot has appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner. His tail has long since been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch.
Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs. Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. "That's one UGLY cat!!"
All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave.
Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around feet in forgiveness. Whenever he spied children, he would come running meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If you ever picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.
One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbors huskies. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly's sad life was almost at an end.
Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur that ran down his front. As I picked him up and tried to carry him home I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. I must be hurting him terribly I thought.
Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear- Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled-scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion.
At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.
Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly. Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful.
He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give my total to those I cared for.
Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, or beautiful, but, for me, I will always try to be Ugly.
awwwwwwwww
shoot me.
Being Ugly
Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat. Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and shall we say, love.
The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly. To start with, he had only one eye, and where the other should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot has appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner. His tail has long since been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch.
Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs. Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. "That's one UGLY cat!!"
All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave.
Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around feet in forgiveness. Whenever he spied children, he would come running meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If you ever picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.
One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbors huskies. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly's sad life was almost at an end.
Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur that ran down his front. As I picked him up and tried to carry him home I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. I must be hurting him terribly I thought.
Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear- Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled-scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion.
At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.
Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly. Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful.
He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give my total to those I cared for.
Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, or beautiful, but, for me, I will always try to be Ugly.
awwwwwwwww
shoot me.
What the Hell?
Some chick called me a "sweet guy". I really had to stop myself from smashing her face in.
Taking out the garbage
Last night I decided to call a friend of mine whom I haven't seen in over a year to see how she was doing. This may sound a little odd, but I'm quite used to my friends dropping in and out of my life on a regular basis. This was no different... or so I thought. Anyway, I call her and some dude answers the phone. After asking me several times who I was the dumb shit finally gives the phone to my friend.
First thing I noticed was her rather apathetic behavior, a far cry from the usual hyper perkiness. She tells me she hasn't seen me in awhile and asks if I was married. I said no and asked her the same question. She said she was engaged and couldn't quite "remember" when so then she asks her "man" when they were getting married and made sure I heard her mushy exchange between them... *gag*. The dude asks her who I was and she responds with "some guy I know". What the fuck is that supposed to mean? "Some guy?" That's odd, I could've sworn I was a friend who used to stay up with her for hours on the phone and offer whatever support I could when her latest "dream guy" beat the living hell out of her. Only a friend would listen to her constant bitching and moaning about life's everyday problems that everyone has to deal with. Who else but a friend would pick them up and drive them home because her "friends" abandoned her worthless ass because she was so drunk and high on coke. The list goes on.
Needless to say, I've done a lot for this broad and never asked for anything in return and suddenly I'm reduced to "some guy she knows." I guess I shouldn't be surprised, everytime she gets engaged to some new loser, she disappears off the face of earth, but this is the final fucking straw. When this latest work realease meth head decides to use her as a punching bag or steals her money or molests her kids, I'll be DAMNED if I'm going to be there to pick up the pieces of her shattered little life.
Maybe she was like that because he's insanely jealous and probably got the shit beatne out of her. Tough shit. She should've learned by now not to hook up with ex fucking cons! Hell with her.
This just makes my decision to put my needs above all others (who aren't related) that much easier. Fuck this caring for others bullshit.
First thing I noticed was her rather apathetic behavior, a far cry from the usual hyper perkiness. She tells me she hasn't seen me in awhile and asks if I was married. I said no and asked her the same question. She said she was engaged and couldn't quite "remember" when so then she asks her "man" when they were getting married and made sure I heard her mushy exchange between them... *gag*. The dude asks her who I was and she responds with "some guy I know". What the fuck is that supposed to mean? "Some guy?" That's odd, I could've sworn I was a friend who used to stay up with her for hours on the phone and offer whatever support I could when her latest "dream guy" beat the living hell out of her. Only a friend would listen to her constant bitching and moaning about life's everyday problems that everyone has to deal with. Who else but a friend would pick them up and drive them home because her "friends" abandoned her worthless ass because she was so drunk and high on coke. The list goes on.
Needless to say, I've done a lot for this broad and never asked for anything in return and suddenly I'm reduced to "some guy she knows." I guess I shouldn't be surprised, everytime she gets engaged to some new loser, she disappears off the face of earth, but this is the final fucking straw. When this latest work realease meth head decides to use her as a punching bag or steals her money or molests her kids, I'll be DAMNED if I'm going to be there to pick up the pieces of her shattered little life.
Maybe she was like that because he's insanely jealous and probably got the shit beatne out of her. Tough shit. She should've learned by now not to hook up with ex fucking cons! Hell with her.
This just makes my decision to put my needs above all others (who aren't related) that much easier. Fuck this caring for others bullshit.
Monday, May 23, 2005
STAR WARS: Revenge of the Sith *spoilers*
darth vader: burger bitch
Saw it, wasn't terribly impressed. Most of the acting was fucking horrible, I expected alot better from Ewan McGregor, Sam Jackson and Natalie Portman. Hayden Christensen(sp?) has been shit in every movie he's done so I had my expectations set pretty low, yet he STILL managed to exceed all levels of suck. The "Love Story" inspired death of Padme(sp?) was beyond lame. And there's absolutely no chemistry between Portman and Christensen.
The Jedis dropped like flies for some stupid fucking reason.
They offed Dooku way too quickly (the only good actor). A lot of wasted potential there.
Grievous waited until he got 2 of his arms cut off before getting serious and why was he coughing like a rusted trash can??
Mace Windu went out like a little bitch.
Fucking Jar jar didn't get killed.
What the fuck kind of name is "SITH??" How fucking brilliant, switching around the letters of a cuss word like that. I guess it's better sounding than "KUCF."
I could do without the forced comic relief supplied by the droids. Dumb as shit.
Add to the list, smelly dumbshits snickering whenever they noticed some little reference which they figured they'd be the only to get because the prerequisite to catching onto those little inside jokes is, as you all know, is being a smelly dumbshit. Fucking tards deserve a good beating. I dunno what I dislike more, the franchise or the people who latch onto it and make it into a fucking religion.
Now the good:
there was a FUCKING HOT chick with a nice tight blue sweater that sat in front of me to watch the movie with her grandparents. There was just something about her smoking body, pony tail and glasses that gave her the perfect nerd girl sex-appeal, plus she gained bonus points for taking out the senile old couple. Sigh... she had some impressive sweater hawgs.
I felt pretty happy with myself knowing that I didn't pay to see this fucking movie, thus I did NOT contribute to that greedy fat ass closet case Lucas's evil money making empire.
That's about it.
There, a quick synopsis by a self-confessed Star Wars hater.
Monday, May 16, 2005
Letting go
There comes a time in everybody's life where you just have to let something or someone go and let them follow their own path. It may be hard and a little painful, but you know in the long run, it's the right thing to do. All you can do is wish them the best and hope everything works out for them. You've contributed all the knowledge and guidance you can and to stick around now would only impede their progress. The only thing you can do is step out of the way and out of their lives. In the end, you have to worry about number one... youself.
Some may call that being selfish, but I don't agree. What's wrong with wanting to be the best you can be? Sure, being concerned about other people's well being and helping them be a better person is all very admirable, but you can't let it take presidence over bettering yourself and NO ONE, not even your loved ones should be number one other than yourself. Well, with the exception of your kids maybe (needy selfish bastards!)
I've done all I can, my work is done now, time to move on.
Still... it feels like I'm losing a kid.
Some may call that being selfish, but I don't agree. What's wrong with wanting to be the best you can be? Sure, being concerned about other people's well being and helping them be a better person is all very admirable, but you can't let it take presidence over bettering yourself and NO ONE, not even your loved ones should be number one other than yourself. Well, with the exception of your kids maybe (needy selfish bastards!)
I've done all I can, my work is done now, time to move on.
Still... it feels like I'm losing a kid.
Friday, May 13, 2005
Don't you hate it when...
You're spanking the monkey for all your worth with marginal success and then you suddenly remember that you had just spanked it half an hour ago? Boy, I sure do!
Thursday, May 5, 2005
I don't think there is a god...
because if there was she would give me super powers to kill every last kiddie rapist and murderer. With these super powers I would make myself supreme master and ruler of the world
I'm getting sick of seeing this shit on the news . What is wrong with "people" (and I use the word VERY lightly) that they would target these children?? , sick mother fuckers. Now I hate the little bastards as much as the next guy, but I've never looked at a kid and suddenly got the urge to stick my fucking penis in them. Okay, I just made myself sick.... Oh, wait, there was that one time when I was checking out a 17 year old, BUT I DIDN'T KNOW SHE WAS 17 I SWEAR!! Doesn't count!
I've been reading a lot lately on how these freaks think. "dark dreams" by Roy Hazelwood, retired FBI guy in the behavioral science unit, it's pretty sick how all paraphiliacs operate. but these pedophiles actually think that the kids they are hurting would/will enjoy the sex. the murder is typically so the child wont be able to tell on them. Sick fucks!
In MY world you would almost get a free pass to torture these scumbags for as long as wanted. Hell you would get special bonus prizes depending on the sheer amount of pain you could put them through and still keep them alive. If you do a good enough job you would be exempt from taxes for a whole year! Now who WOULDN'T line up for a piece of that action??
What really fucking cheeses my crackers is the way the media embraces the fucking double standard with that 6th grade teacher who RAPED that kid and had 2 kids with him. I couldn't believe what I saw on the television. They were fucking glorifying this fucking fucked up couple like some modern day Romeo and Juliet bullshit. HELL I think they even televised their fucking wedding! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE!? Why are people so fucking accepting of this shit?? You know damn well that the media wouldn't touch this story with a 50 foot pole if it was some dude that RAPED a sixth grade girl! In fact people would be calling for his head, but NOOOOOOOO! Since it was a fucking woman that changes everything! Disgusting. In MY world this Laterno or whatever the bitch's name would NOT be spared. In fact, her death would be especially drawn out and gruesome to serve as a reminder that there will be NO double standards when it comes to pedophilia.
My slogan would be: "If you're a ped, you're dead."
Ah, what a glorious world MY world would be.
I'm getting sick of seeing this shit on the news . What is wrong with "people" (and I use the word VERY lightly) that they would target these children?? , sick mother fuckers. Now I hate the little bastards as much as the next guy, but I've never looked at a kid and suddenly got the urge to stick my fucking penis in them. Okay, I just made myself sick.... Oh, wait, there was that one time when I was checking out a 17 year old, BUT I DIDN'T KNOW SHE WAS 17 I SWEAR!! Doesn't count!
I've been reading a lot lately on how these freaks think. "dark dreams" by Roy Hazelwood, retired FBI guy in the behavioral science unit, it's pretty sick how all paraphiliacs operate. but these pedophiles actually think that the kids they are hurting would/will enjoy the sex. the murder is typically so the child wont be able to tell on them. Sick fucks!
In MY world you would almost get a free pass to torture these scumbags for as long as wanted. Hell you would get special bonus prizes depending on the sheer amount of pain you could put them through and still keep them alive. If you do a good enough job you would be exempt from taxes for a whole year! Now who WOULDN'T line up for a piece of that action??
What really fucking cheeses my crackers is the way the media embraces the fucking double standard with that 6th grade teacher who RAPED that kid and had 2 kids with him. I couldn't believe what I saw on the television. They were fucking glorifying this fucking fucked up couple like some modern day Romeo and Juliet bullshit. HELL I think they even televised their fucking wedding! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE!? Why are people so fucking accepting of this shit?? You know damn well that the media wouldn't touch this story with a 50 foot pole if it was some dude that RAPED a sixth grade girl! In fact people would be calling for his head, but NOOOOOOOO! Since it was a fucking woman that changes everything! Disgusting. In MY world this Laterno or whatever the bitch's name would NOT be spared. In fact, her death would be especially drawn out and gruesome to serve as a reminder that there will be NO double standards when it comes to pedophilia.
My slogan would be: "If you're a ped, you're dead."
Ah, what a glorious world MY world would be.
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