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I live in the state of constant confusion. Its the state colored blue on the map. And yes I can find any place on the globe, its all color cordinated! (duh)Asia is pink, England is green and France ....well France felt they were soo much better than everone else they have become their own planet.

Thursday, August 09, 2007

What Grinds your Gears?

I was sitting at home the other day watchin gFamily Guy and Peter got a spot in the news titled "You know What Grinds My Gears?"
It was some place where some fat ass got his own little segment in TV land to spout his nonsense. Which was cool because his brainless twittle was nothing but that, nonsense. But it was here that I started to think about the lack of my own personal two cents on the TV. I want my own TV show where I can show the world what I am thinking about, but then again porn TV would never make it to prime time. And 'The Man Show" pretty much covered what I would have been doing for my half an hour. So this tells me I would need to tweak it a bit. I want to turn it into an empire so I too can start a magazine named after me with every cover with me on it. Damn you Opera and Rosie, that was my idea first!

I need a place I can infect the world with my views and show everyone just how stuid I am. I feel that I am not reaching enough of the world in my little corner of the cyber world.Maybe I need to do what the Jesus Freaks do. And stand on the corner with a mega phone and yell at people as they pass me about how their lives of sin will cause babies in south America to be born without testicles.
Ever see those people? I mean to they really think someone is going to stop and turn off their ipod/cellphone/blackberry/cdplayer and go,"You know what, your right! I am an asshole and I need you to show me the way!"

I always want to stand next to them with bigger mega-phones and shout to the world how I am right and everyone else is wrong.
But in the end that would take to much effort. It is easier to just roll down your car window and blast music from bands like this while at red lights:

To be honest I really have nothing worth saying at all. I am killing time and looking like I am busy as hell typing this thing out. I worked 16 hours last night and I am about to do it again. I am very tired and it is hot as fuck out here. The humidity is that of the inner thighs of Britney Spears on a July day in her home state of LA.
I need to get to class, I have a small project due today and I soo dont feel like doing it. I am trying really hard to get off of here but I am addicted and I need my fix.
I am off to do pointless drivell that affords the money to drink, eat and be mary. But i swear anyone else calls me Mary, I am going to shove a wood pecker into your belly button!


Lucy said...

Hey, honkeie2!

Thanks for the umpteen number of comments you are leaving on my site. But if you keep them relevant to the post, and not whatever pops up in your pretty little head, I would be much obliged.

Thanks, Lucy!

honkeie2 said...

Relevant? well sorry to burst a bubble but that word very rarely crossed my lips, I think it stems from my lack of focus. Most things start of relevant but always ends in left field with me rambling about Wise potato chips or something.
I hate wise potato chips, you cannt eat them wearing cloths. You get this oil smear all over yourself and the rest of the day you feel all greasy. And then g-forbid you try and wash it away by running your hands through your hair! Then all day you will have these little fruit flies buzzing in your hair and i hate things buzz up by your head. they get in your ears, eyes and nose. Then all of a sudden that icecream truck guy that lives down the street see this and is all like,
"Yo man you like need a bath or somethin."
and i am like,
'Fuck off and give me cone with some icecream on it and this time make sure there arent any short and curlies in it'
But you know the moment he gives it to you, you are going to drop it because of the oil from those shit ass chips you ate earilier.
---wait what was I talking about again......

morbid misanthrope said...

Yes! I had about 90% of those stickers on my old car. And I drove around blasting metal constantly. In fact, my stereo system was worth more than my car. I guess that's not really saying much, because my car was only worth about three-hundred bucks and a 24 oz. jar of albino virgin blood. Well, that's what I paid for it, anyway. Its value probably decreased after it caught on fire the first time.

Anonymous said...

mary, opera, sally jessy raphael....

you are all the same underneath your skirts. just looking' for the lurve, the understanding and the attention.

I understand. So, all I can say is DO eat, drink and be MERRY - and tune in to Oprah more often because the shit she spouts about postive thinking is gold.

Good luck with your course!

Anonymous said...

p.s what is up Lucy's arse? For a comedian she is not very funny, or nice.

You keep mindlessly commenting on other people's blogs. I think it shows you are just trying to reach out.