there was a leaf here, but i think it's fucking up my links section. I am high, and it is 2am.

In other news, does anyone else want to ass fuck any and all of Sprint's wireless network customer service representatives with a flail as much as I do? Am I alone here?

Birdman and I combined spend almost 200 dollars a fucking month for our camera phones. They're god damn horrible people, the ones that invented screwing good hard working people because they like to stay connected. And why would anyone choose the color red in all of their advertising schemes? It's almost like they're trying to infuriate the population.

When I call 411, they always send me to the wrong damn number, and then I'll call back all angry, but it's not the new person's responsibility to deal with my ass, and I have to watch myself on that, seeing that I've worked the other end of the service industry, and there were plenty of times I wanted to bitchslap someone with a frappucino. There was one point in time, where someone actually bitchslapped *me* with a drink, thus sparking a series of occurrences that led to my demise at that unsaid coffee corporation, sparking an unemployment lawsuit and part of my self-worth.

Does anyone remember trundle beds? Am I saying that right, the bed in the damn drawer? How cool is that. My sister once told me that only midgets were allowed to buy those beds, and I always envied midgets for that, until I was 10 and became taller than most of them. But I think it's horrible and cliche to make fun of midgets, I might look pretty funny in chaps too, but until someone pays my school bill for it, but even then it's seriously a sad and embarrassing thought. If I ever went around with the creeping suspicion that people thought I'd look funny on a tricycle, I'd probably kill myself.

In my ongoing research of Rap Snacks, I found out that they were not, in fact, created or funded by Russell Simmons, but instead an inner city cooker from Philly. Rap Snacks more than overtly promote staying in school (with the words 'stay in school' emblazon on the front of many bags however still managing to keep its' subliminal nature) and even apparently raise funding to Philadelphia city schools and charities, making this little musical treat even more appealing that originally expected!

On top of this, I have added a new link (apart from the rapsnacks) where you can look up virtually any chip flavor or snack food with its highly informative search engine. Most of the links provide online shopping capabilities, so stoners can research AND try up to 84 different brands of salt and vinegar chips.

That's right, it's summertime and I'm umemployed!

Because the commenter on her blog won't let me post something so large, i have to respond toangelator's post about my hero and villian, and for the record, i'd fuck his ashes.

In response to angelator's attack on the man:

john lennon was not trying to preach to people that didn't agree with him, he would never have pressed his beliefs on people that didn't "understand" him.

At the time of that statement he was being severely scrutinized by his former fan base (and why might you ask, are they considered former? why because he married an asian, of course!) whom he spent much of his 20's striving to please. He barely ever thought about what was good for him, he married the girl he knocked up in Liverpool and then very shortly became a prisoner to 5 star hotels for 3 years before becoming a prisoner to heavy drugs for another 3 years, before having the only person real and true in his life become singularly accused of breaking up the parade that was thriving in every aspect other than his own self worth.

if i was in his shoes, i would have have fucked everyone off, rightly so, and the statement was made in reference to someone attacking his Yoko.

And, Imagine, contrary to popular belief was nothing more than a soulful, personal response about organized religion, not patriotic symbolism, unless you're referring to Utopia.

I don't know how you perceive John Lennon's work, but I highly doubt you know enough about him to state one...

boo yah!

kisses, baby bison

whoa...
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the happiest day of my life, in Hamilton, Ontario...yes the picture sucks, and 2 years after it happened, check out my rack in this one...
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i definitely took a picture of a picture here, which is, in fact, a lot worse than scanning....
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This morning was the first time I've woken up past noon in a very long time. For some strange reason, whenever I wake up late, I find myself torn about things I would not normally be concerned about at say, 9 or 10 am. Not just things that are going right and wrong in my life, i'm talking about world affairs and unloved children and dogs and my dream interpretation I keep having of my sister's old apartment with all these stairs, and a special room, and weird al being killed by the mafia. I worry about money, but with birdman working so much there's really no need for it. I think about having to go back to school in the fall, and I really don't want to go back, there's no real reason why I shouldn't and yet there's no real reason why I should either. I could always become a poet, but I'm deathly fucking afraid that i'm that kid with the wolf t-shirt at writing camp that everyone raves about their fantasy short story because they don't want them to one day wake up and put the wolf t-shirt on and go to brush their teeth and realize, holy fuck i'm a virgin and i'm wearing a wolf t-shirt. Both dogs in the room are staring at me right now like they can hear everything that's going on in my head. When is the self confidence going to kick in? When do we go from the proverbial Zero to Hero, in our own minds, like right after high school i thought. No one should be this worried on the first sunny day in weeks.