imma nerd

Alright, sooooooo... I forgot about this page altogether. My bad. I'm pretty sure I was inebriated both times I posted before. Lesson of the day: Don't drink and blog/tweet/facebook. Ok, moving on. Some of you may have been wondering, "HEY! What the hell ever happened to love&hate and/or the nickels and dimes blog?" Well let's get you up to speed, shall we? Since my last post, I've hat (approximately): a few hundred beers, a few thousand cigarettes, several dozen jagerbombs, about a half-dozen joints, and several failed attempts at romance. I also recently joined a fantasy pro wrestling league. "Fantasy wrestling???" You ask yourself out loud, while twisting your head as far to one side as it can possibly go without injury. Yes, fantasy wrestling does exist. No, no one you know does it, because only hermits, nerds, geeks, and (as they say in the business) marks participate in such activities. It's just like fantasy football, only you get points for chair shots, winning championships, making appearances, etc; instead of touchdowns, sacks, field goals, etc. I, personally, am excited. This is just the kind of thing I need. Oh wait, no, no it's not. I need diet, exercise, and moderation. I don't need another reason to sit on my ass and watch TV. "But wait!" I say to myself, "Now you'll be thinking while you do it!" This is incorrect. A. It's impossible to think while watching pro wrestless, because it's mindless entertainment; and B. I don't even have to keep track of my own score, someone else does it for me. Well, personally, I DON'T GIVE A SHIT! I like rasslin' dammit! Anyway, I heard a cool band recently, Paranoia Dance Party! They're a strange bunch. Post-punk, post-hardcore, ska, rave, madness! is all I can come up with. They're cool guys though, and YOU should like them on facebook. Soooooo, in conclusion, I will try to get this...... thing more often, and barrage the eenternet with my thoughts on music, sports, and mindless bullshit. Til then, i'm still chasing nickels and dimes.

P.S. BRUINS!!! won the Stanley Cup and fuckin Canada doesn't know how to handle it. They burned the whole fuckin town to the ground, then the dumb bastards wrote about it on facebook. Wish I could have been in Vancouver, so I could have helped them trash the place, and then fled south of the border. HAHA! That is all.

Just a thought.

Bud Light is for pussies.
Thank you.

so, here we are....

Well, I never thought this would be my thing, but here I am. If you want a preview, this will probably be an outlet for a lot of sexual frustration and leftover teenage angst. Someone told me I should just keep a journal instead of a blog, because I don't really care if anyone reads this. Oh well. I'm going completly anonymous, because I'll probably mention some people and stories that shouldn't be spoken of. I browsed some random blogs before I started mine, just to get a gist of the whole thing. People really dedicate a piece of the internet just to their kid. One kid. What the fuck is wrong with this picture? I'm pretty sure most people see me (the drinking, smoking, whoring, foul-mouthed, cynica,l all-around asshole)  as the decline of western civilization. I say nay nay. People who write blogs about little Timmy's first day of school are the ones to be blamed. I work 40 hours a week, and fuck off for the other 128. I don't have time to blog about the shit Timmy took during recess and Timmy's slightly awkward homosexual tendencies. I dunno, maybe I'm just old fashioned. This whole process is pretty fucking ridiculous to say the least, like anyone out there really cares what I have to say. Oh well, maybe I'm good at it. I could get a job Tweeting professional for some fortune 500 company. You never know, shit like that really happens. Oh well. I feel like i really got my point across and got a lot of stuff off my chest. Getting my feelings out like this might help me with my long list of insecurities. hey wait...........NOT! haha gotcha. see you next time.