i was going to write about why i hate my job.

but thats really lame.

im not nearly emo enough to do something that gay.

so how about i post what makes someone emo then instead, eh?

-live with parents (both parents. no divorces please)
-live in suburbs
-wear glasses with 20/20 vision
-buy clothes that cost $10 at sears for $60 at pacific sunwear
-learn 2-5 riffs on the guitar
-worst day of life was when high school gf of 2 weeks said she just wanted to be friends
-weigh under 75 lbs
-wear belt buckles large enough to land aircraft on
-be unable to grow body or facial hair

in case you can't tell, i don't like emo people.

especially my gf from high school. she broke my glasses.

ha! kidding.

what?

you didn't think that was funny?

you suck.

*cough*

ahem.

excuse me.

i dont really know what to type about. i was up too late last night playing brood wars. im all kinds of sleepy now.

work = demons

i'm going to go see alien tonight. i hope the directors cut doesn't suck. if it does, i'm blaming it on all of you. so be prepared.

i like sour patch kids.

someone be my friend.

please.

i'm a good cook and fun at parties.

wait.

that last part is a lie.

i'm really not any fun at parties at all.

so now i'm a liar.

no wonder i have no friends.

so i got dark tower 5: wolves of the calla in today. its a fucking 713 page book. this series has been increasing in book size at a rather substantial rate. book 1 was only 216 pages. geez. it will also mark the 2nd longest book i've ever read. eventually it will move down to 3 when i get off my ass and read 'atlas shrugged'.

in other news, i ate about 25 rather tasty chicken wings for lunch. and i saw matrix revolutions last nite. unfortunately, it wasnt half as good as the first 2 movies. still a good movie, but an uber letdown.

by the way, i like rice.

so in the last few days, i've decided upon the name i'd like to give my generation. many people so far have tried to classify us giving such names as generation swine, generation nihil, and generation of the doomed. pepsi even tried calling us generation next. and that is exactly my point. we are a generation of nothing. we collectively have no beliefs and no motives. we are boring, bland, and banal. we have no aspirations for anything new or creative. we found out that sex sells and we want to sell it till our dicks are sore and our pussies are bleeding. we want everyones sympathies for our causes but say 'fuck you' to everyone else's. our generation will be the first one in american history to actually have a decreased life style than our parents had/have. we are the generation of repetition and recycling. we've decided everythings already been done or tried and could give a shit less about looking for anything new. our collective mind does not care that our government is offending nations with nuclear capabilities. but we care that jennifer lopez's ass may be increasing or decreasing in size. we want cars as big as houses that can do 0 to 60 in 8 seconds and movies where the advertising costs more than the actors. our generation has inspired and bought all of the flashiest, mose useless gadgets this world has ever seen. our attention span is almost non existent. god himself could come down from heaven and tell us all the meaning to life; but we wouldnt care unless he did it in style wearing matrix sunglasses and a 007 mercedes. he could die on our laps and we'd mourn him for 2 seconds until the next rock star had an affair with a playboy model. we are dead to the world. not our bodies, but our minds. so what, after all this, have i decided to name our generation?

generation 9

nine, in almost every religon and society before the great US, symbolized the end of a cycle. it was the idea that this is the end, and after this, you start back at the beginning. as we stand now, we will not move on. if we were called generation nihil, it would be untrue. nihil is the same thing as nothing, or zero. saying we are 0 implies we are the underlying foundation for the beginning. before there was something, there was nothing. however, i sure as hell dont believe that we are the structure for all things to come. no, after us, we will reset. after our generation, is the end.

things i need:

3 tattoos
4 piercings
a couch
-10 lbs
$$$$
new printer
a band
britney spears
amp
welcome to the monkey house
new jeans
your mom

rectum? damn near killed em.

well my computer works again. its fully of happiness and tacos. actually, its filled with neither. but id like to pretend that its filled with both. i have no one to go see kmfdm with me and i have 4 loads of laundry on my bed that i REALLY dont want to put away. someone should hug me.

I'm a monkey. Eep eep.

*ahem*

i hate emo.
i like nyc.
i hate shellfish.
i like chicken and broccoli.
i hate most of the human race.
i like amp.
i hate that i dont have family guy season 2.
i like that i have season 1.
i hate marvel comics.
i like indie comics.
i hate reality shows.
i like nip/tuck.
i hate writing lists about what i like.
i like writing lists about what i hate.

I'm a pirate. Arr!

so i ordered windows xp. this will enable my computer to finally fucking work. that way i can sit on this thing all day again like i used to. im also going to balitimore and nyc in a few days. it will eb nice to get out of the swamp for a few days. i want pasta.

so i got my dick in this girls ass

she turns around and says "do i know you?"

i say "what difference does it make, bitch?"

weird shit happens when you're in line at the bank