DIRTY FUCK NUTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I can't think of anything in particular to post about, but I feel like typing, so we'll jut we what kind of bile I can spew up on here.

I get fuckin' paid tomorrow, finally. My inspection expired in October, so whenever I drive somewhere I drive down all the back roads hoping there are no cops around. Not like my truck would pass inspection anyway. Fucked up wipers, fucked up brakes, no low beams so at night I gotta drive with the high beams on, blinding everybody. Fuck yeah, ghetto-style. It was such a nice truck when I bought it, now it's ghettofied.

I'm so glad I'm gonna be able to fuckin' EAT tomorrow. I mean, there's always been food around the house, but I don't have any money to go buy what I WANT. I remember once when I had my apartment, I went a little apeshit at hatchet gear; I bought a whole bunch of shit, and didn't have enough money to buy groceries. I lived off of tater tots and ketchup for a MONTH. And water. I hated tater tots after that for a looooooong time.

Another apartment story: I bought these brownies, they were little Debbie brownies, the kind that are wrapped up in plastic. For some reason or another, I whipped one at Jon like I was a baseball pitcher. He grabbed it, and whipped it back. It was on. It was me vs. Jon, James, and I think Matt was there, maybe it was Arthur. Funny thing was, YEARS LATER, I would find brownies in the weirdest places, I even found one hiding when I moved out!!! Ahhh, memories. When I drive up the hill to visit Jon, (He lives up there now) I still feel like I'm going home. Then somebody else is livin' in MY fuckin' apartment, and it angers me. Fuck them people. I kept one of the keys, I wonder if it still works? Tonight, NINJA MISSION!!!!!

Sometimes I wish I wasn't so crazy. I know why I'm fuckin' crazy, 'cause of my parents! Check this out, my dad is completely anal, he's really clean, talks in a low monotone, he's never yelled at me, he plays everything very, VERY safe. He never draws attention to himself, or sticks up for himself.

My mom is the complete opposite. She's crazy, she fuckin' yells at people, she talks a lot of shit, I don't know how these two got together.

Mom says the only reason it ever happened was 'cause dad had a nice ass. Dammit mom.

So I've got these two personalities fighting inside me all the time. I'm a nerdy looking, 6'3 250-pounder who'll kick your fuckin' ass with his glasses on. I'm definitely a rare one. I'm a very smart criminal. I'm a crazy maniac who's into video games and computers. I'll rob your punk-ass and go buy stock with the money I stole!

I guess that's why I got a different view of the world than most people.

OKAY, DONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!