Seems I'm a bit:
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Seems I'm a bit:
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My Brethren Missed a Sermon?
Hey there lampost, how's it going? - 2006-05-22
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WARNING!!! WARNING!!! WARNING!!! The following diary entry contains severe profanity. If this offends you.. too damn-ass bad. WARNING!!! WARNING!!! WARNING!!! ********************************** Goddamn motherfucking asssucking butthumping cocklicking titgrabbing momgrinding dicksmacking judging cunts. So yeah, i was watching the figure skating competition (shut up). We were so damn perfect, and everyone else knows it but: russia, poland, china and two other loser countries i can't remember. Something scandinavian, I'm sure. Russia fell, and they fell hard, like your mama for a slim jim. 'Cause she likes to eat... get it? Anyway, these two freshfaced kids (who are like.. the most canadian people ever. He's french, she's english, he was a bartender, and she worked at second cup. Plus, they didn't get mad when they were robbed of glory. Now that's canadian)skate what is (unbiased, even) a perfect program. I mean perfect. And the Russian guys before them fell and got a 5.7, so everyone and I mean *everyone* (american commentators included) knew that if the Canadians skated a flawless program then they had it. And they did. To love story. And everyone cheered. And they cheered. And everyone stood up. And the guy kissed the ice. And then they sat down. And the crowd cheered "6! 6!" And then the scores came out. And then everyone cheered because they were nice and high. And then I smiled, because sometimes, just sometimes, it's okay to be happy. And then the placements came up. And then their faces fell. And then my face fell. And then the crowd started booing. And then I started swearing. A lot. No, no. I mean *a lot*. A *lot* for *ME*. And then i went up and swore at my parents. And then they nodded. Everyone cheered louder for us than the Russians. I think that hurt them. Hehe. I know it's not their fault but... Hey. It's Russia. It's not like they have any computers so they can read this. In other news, my attempt to go to my monday's classes failed. Miserably. I went to 1/3. Yay me. On the plus side, i checked my account and I had $150 i couldn't account for. Bank error in my favour! Yes! So i took some out. Then i bought a magazine and a juice. Thrilling, n'est pas? You know, i bitch and bitch about not having money, and then when i get some? There's nothing I want. So, i went to psych and hated my prof. I have never *ever* heard the words "feces" and "penis" so many times, and that's including poetry night at your mama's bed. I hate Freud and his poo theories. I only went to the class to get a book from alicia, but i may have to return the text tomorrow cause she still has to write her essay. My choice for books are one about a guy who sees three girls in bathing suits in the A&P, one by Eudora Welty (whom i only know from that simpsons/critic crossover episode where The critic says the only pulitzer prize winner who can belch as loud as he can is Eudora Welty) and a story about kids who sniff glue, throw eggs and say motherfucker. Three guesses as to which one I'm gonna choose, and the first 2 don't count. Queer as Folk was good today. I wish i was a drag queen. I also wish someone would dance with me to abba on pride week. And that i had a motorcycle and a shirt that says " mutha' ". Queer as Folk makes me wish things. Unlike Oz, which makes me glad for the things I do have. Like a bed with actual blankets, and windows that open and people of the opposite sex to interact with... and an unraped ass. And my mother says the tv i watch is crap and makes me violent and profane. She won't be saying that when she's gotta a motherfucking shank in her neck! Ha! Oh.. maybe *that's* what she was talking about... or maybe it's the picture of the bloodied inmate on my desktop. Either way, I've shown that even figure skating makes me rageful, so her little theory goes out the window. Just like she will if i get my hands on her!!! Right... right... the violence.
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