The Point System

The Point System

In the world of romance, one single rule applies to the men: Make the woman happy. Do something she likes, and you get points. Do something she dislikes, and points are subtracted. You don't get any points for doing something she expects. Sorry, that's the way the game is played.

Here is a guide to the point system:

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SIMPLE DUTIES:

You make the bed. (+1)
You make the bed, but forget the decorative pillow. (0)
You throw the bedspread over rumpled sheets. (-1)
You go out to buy her what she wants. (+5)
In the rain. (+10) But return with beer. (-15)
You check out a suspicious noise at night. (0)
You check out a suspicious noise and it is nothing. (0)
You check out a suspicious noise and it is something. (+5)
You pummel it with an iron rod. (+10)



It's her pet. (-25)

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SOCIAL ENGAGEMENTS:

You stay by her side for the entire party. (0)
You stay by her side for a while, then leave to chat with a college buddy. (-2)

Named Tina. (-4)

Tina is a dancer. (-10)

Tina has breast implants. (-80)

Tina has really big breast implants. (-200)

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HER BIRTHDAY:
You take her out to dinner. (0)
You take her out to dinner and it's not a sports bar. (+1)

Okay, it is a sports bar. (-2)

And it's all-you-can-eat night. (-3)
It's a sports bar, it's all-you-can-eat night, and your face is painted
the colors of your favorite team. (-10)

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A NIGHT OUT:

You take her to a movie. (+2)
You take her to a movie she likes. (+4)
You take her to a movie you hate. (+6)
You take her to a movie you like. (-2)

And it's called "Death Cop". (-3)
You lied and said it was a foreign film about orphans that was featured on "Oprah". (-15)

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YOUR PHYSIQUE:

You develop a noticeable potbelly. (-15)
You develop a noticeable potbelly and exercise to get rid of it. (+10)
You develop a noticeable potbelly and resort to baggy jeans and baggy Hawaiian shirts. (-30)
You say, "It doesn't matter, you have one too." (-10,000)

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THE 'BIG' QUESTION:

She asks, "Do I look fat?" (-5)
[Yes, you LOSE points no matter WHAT you say.]
You hesitate in responding. (-10)
You reply, "Where?" (-35)
Any other response. (-20)

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COMMUNICATION:

When she wants to talk about a problem, you listen, displaying what looks like a concerned expression. (0)
You listen for over 30 minutes. (+50)
You listen for more than 30 minutes without looking at the TV. (+500)

She realizes this is because you have fallen asleep. (-5,000)

Damn it's been a while.

Yeah, I can't believe it, but I actually have had a LIFE for the past few weeks and haven't had time to get on here and update. Something I NEVER thought would happen.

So uh, what to say... I have a pregnant cat. I'm sure I mentioned it before. She is like HUGELY pregnant now, and I think she has a good 5 or 6 kittens stuffed up in there, and I think the kittens are doing the hokey pokey on her innards cuz she can't go a day without leaking cat shit all over the place. It has actually been better today, but yesterday she tried to squeeze her fat ass under the couch and in the process of partially flattening her belly in an attempt to slide under she must have put too much pressure on her bowels. *SPLAT* All over my floor and RIGHT under my feet when I got off the couch to find the remote. SWEET. I wonder if that's some kind of beauty treatment in third world countries.

I also have a thriving business. Yeah, right. I did sell two more pictures and I have an order for four more. That will bring me up to a whopping SEVEN PICTURES SOLD. I rock. I wish people would pay $100 a pop so I could make more money and actually pay my car payment this month. I won't get into why I currently CAN'T pay my car payment.

And can I just say, I LOVE me some MySpace. I have now found 7 friends from high school and it's awesome catching up with them. Finally heard from Mike, my absolute FAVORITE guy in my circle of friends in school. He is doing well, apparently bought himself a big old house in AZ, and he is in love. Idn't that sweet.

Otherwise life is full of babysitting, walking kids to school, internet, and cleaning up after cats. Fun, fun. Saturday will be the highlight of my month though. I get to drive to Boise and meet my friend Julie. I am SO incredibly stoked, and will of course take pictures and post some on here eventually.

Quote of the day...

I'm a bad ass laundry doing mother fucker.
~ Hilary

My life is about to change...

My life is about to change... Besides the obvious changes like bigger belly, being sick, and nesting like crazy, poop will rule my world. I will all of a sudden be responsible for something that depends on me for it's survival. My schedule is going to change, my budget stretched thin, and my patience is going to be put to the test.

My slut of a cat got herself knocked up.

This is the worst possible timing. We are moving this week so I hope she can hold out until after we move, but she is already getting fat and lazy, her nipples are sticking out really far, and she doesn't want to venture outside anymore like she used to. The moment I decide that I don't want to try to get pregnant anymore because I don't want to deal with pregnancy or little needy poop machines for a while I am blessed with a pregnant cat. At least the new apartment is all tile.

The only thing I worry about is Tessa. She doesn't do well with other cats. We have had Koko for about 6 months and they have never gotten along. We have had Roxy for about two months and Tessa harasses her every chance she gets. I have a feeling Tessa may try to attack kittens. If that happens Gretta is going to have to take Tessa and we will take Roxy until we give all of the kittens away.

Hopefully Tessa will behave.

I am obsessed with notebooks.

Yesterday Adam and I went to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (different from the original, much funnier than the original, and Johnny Depp is SO PRETTY in it) and get me a birthday present. I had a hard time deciding since we didn't have enough to get me a camera lens.

For some reason, I am obsessed with notebooks right now. We went into the bookstore, big mistake, and I migrate right ot the doary section. I found an ADORABLE little lined diary that has retro circles in the front and doesn't say "Diary" or "journal" anywhere on it. Of course, I had to have it. So that was present number one.

Present number two was the game Scene It. SO FUN! If you haven't played it, you should. I was actually surprised at how good I was at it, and you can play with only two people, or in teams, which is what we did last night. I knew the answers to some questions that surprised everyone else (apparently they thought I was STUPID or something) and I got some really easy questions (like what's the donkeys name in Shrek... DUH) so Adam and I whooped some ASS first game. Adam kinda gave up second game so Gretta and Darin skated through game two.

But, that's wasn't all folks... Adam called his dad last night because we got a message that he wanted our address to send us something. We assumed it was a new processor for the computer since the one we have is a dinosaur and I can't load Photo Shop onto my computer because of it. Turns out, he decided to go one up...

HE IS SENDING US A LAPTOP!!! I am WICKED excited. Of course I am going to have to fight Adam tooth and nail to ever use it, BUT I have the excuse that I can't use PS on the computer so I need the notebook! Hahaha.

So, that's why I am obsessed with notebooks.

Ban the banners

I am so sick and tired of people thinking that they have the RIGHT not to be annoyed or uncomfortable, so they try to ban anything and everything they deem inappropriate or unnecessary. I am extremely annoyed at their arrogance, so I should be able to pass a law that bans them from being anywhere near me. In fact, why not ban them from becoming citizens at all. If you can't beat the ban extravaganza, why not join it?

So, I decided that I want to ban something. Everyone else is doing it. I don't want to be left behind. How can I possibly be hip and trendy if I don't jump onto a banning bandwagon. How can I possible be an upstanding and moral person if I don't speak out against something with absolutely no regard for the feelings of the people who are doing what annoys me. After all, I am protecting them, and protecting the CHILDREN. And even better, I can LEAD a banning bandwagon and be the lead banner. Oh, then my life will be complete.

So, I got to thinking... what can I ban... ? The use of fossil fuel because it pollutes the environment? Nah... I need my car to get to the store and buy my liquor and dead animals for my BBQ later. How about cell phone? People talking on c ell phones cause more and more car accidents every year. No, wait... I need my cell phone to call my sister and talk to her about body hair and men's obsession with balls. Okay, so how about fast food? Obesity is a huge problem in our country and obesity related illness is now a leading cause of death. But wait, that would mean no more toaster sandwiches and onion rings from Sonic. Ixnay on the astfay oodfay anbay.

OH WAIT! I'VE GOT IT! I have finally found something to ban that doesn't effect MY lifestyle whatsoever! Let's ban RELIGION! Religion causes intolerance, bigotry, arrogance, racism, judgement, emotional distress, and even physical harm and death. Religious people talk down to me because I have pink hair and don't worship Jesus. Religious zealots have burned other people (Salem), hang other people from trees and drug them from cars (KKK), cut off people's heads (Middle East), forced million of people into gas chambers (Nazi Germany), taken over entire nations slaughtering masses of people (the Crusades), flown planes into buildings and killed people (WTC and Pentagon), bombed health clinics killling the women and babies they claim to be trying to save (anti-abortion activists bombing clinics), and beaten perfect strangers down in the streets and murder then in cold blood for not allowing the correct body part to come into contact with their own body part (hate crimes all over the US). Because of religion people can actually be denied the right to enter into a legal contract with someone else if at least one fo them doesn't have a penis and the other one a vagina. Religious freaks actually build statues of people after they are killed by other religious freaks and put it them the middle of their hometowns with inscriptions like "This faggot is now burning in hell" on them. Religious people tell other people they are immoral and evil for committing muder while they push for the death penalty so they can murder the murderers. Religion causes a lot of grief. Why do we even still have it?

I say ban religion. Who cares if they have a right to practice religion. Who cares about all of those people who practice their faith peacefully, never imposing it on anyone else. Who cares about how they feel about being discriminated against because I am a big fat whiner who hates religion. WHO THE FUCK CARES?!?!?! I am annoyed, I don't like it, IT HAS TO GO!

Inspiration

Where does inspiration come from? How do you know, when you look at something, that it will be a great work of art if you can just capture it in a way that people will feel when they look at it? Can you train your mind to think outside the box? Or does seeing beauty in every day things, and being able to show that beauty to other people the same way you see it, something you have to be born with? Is inspiration ingrained or learned?

I am having the hardest time coming up with ideas and my portfolio is sorely lacking because of it. I want to create photographs that show the beauty of life, the wonder in normality. Photos that show that even when your life is mundane and simple, it's extraordinary. Of course I can wax poetic all day, but that doesn't mean that anything I take a photo of will be anything but ordinary. I have felt a bit inspired recently, but it seems like portraying what my mind sees in a print is next to impossible. I am starting to see a pattern with the things I shoot, and I don't know if it is a pattern that I want to be defined as my "style". I wish I could create raw, dirty, edgy images.

At this point I wish I could CREATE anything. I am afraid that my ability to perceive and invent will never evolve past where it is right now.

I am so damn smart I amaze myself

Your IQ Is 135

Your Logical Intelligence is Exceptional Your Verbal Intelligence is Genius Your Mathematical Intelligence is Genius Your General Knowledge is Genius

A Quick and Dirty IQ Test

Too bad this isn't a real I.Q. test huh?

My first pedicure

You always hear about how manicures and pedicures are such luxuries, how they are so relaxing, how it is considered pampering yourself... I got my first pedicure on Friday and couldn't disagree more.

Are you still supposed to have sore toes two days later? My big toe on my right foot freakin KILLS. It is sore and swollen and pink. UGH. It's a good thing that I wear sandals all the time because I couldn't put on a closed toe shoe right now if I tried.

And are they supposed to make you feel like shit when they are "pampering" you? I'm not sure what code of conduct applies inside the nail parlor... maybe there is some kind of magical anti-manners field generator that you walk through when you walk into a nail parlor that takes you to another world with all different rules of common courtesy. If there is I sure didn't notice it as I was being sucked into insult land.

Where I'm from, it isn't okay to hold up the dead skin from someone's foot for everyone in a place a business to see... TWICE.

Where I'm from it's not okay to look up at someone while you are giving them a pedicure and ask them, as loudly as you can I might add, if they want an eyebrow wax with a disgusted "Your name must be Yetti you so hairy" look on their face.

Where I'm from, you actually charge people what your sign says you will charge, or you tell them that it will be more BEFORE you start working.

Apparently they were from a different world. The force is strong in that nail parlor, and it is clouded with the dark side.

NEWSFLASH CHRISTIANS!

*Disclaimer... this only applies to certain Christian... NEWSFLASH!!

You don't have to be Christian to be happy.
You don't have to honor the birth of Christ on December 25th.
Christ wasn't even born on December 25th, he was born in the Spring, *IF* he was born at all!
It's not "sad" if a parent doesn't teach their child about Jesus. Do you teach your kids about the Pagan gods and goddesses? Unless you do, shut up about it hypocrite.
Christianity isn't the only religion in the world.

How does it feel to be told that you can't praise Jesus everywhere, pray in school, and your religion isn't the most important in every event? How does it feel to be left out of holiday pageants at grade schools all over the country? How does it feel to be told you can't force your religion on everyone anymore? Sucks huh? Well guess what, now you know how EVERYONE ELSE FEELS.

Bastards.

Whine Bitch Moan Complain

It's been a while I know, but I have a shitload of things to complain about so brace yourselves.

First of all, if you don't live in America, do not *assume* you know more about American politics than an American. 18 year old retarded German girls do not, and will not EVER, know more about politics in my country than I do. I don't doubt that there are 18 year olds, and there are Germans, in this world that know more about politics, and American politics, than I do. But the particular one that signed the guestbook on my other diary does not. If she tells me one more time who to vote for and why, I will have to punch her in the grill, dawg. If she tells me one more time that her opinion of who should be my president matters as much as my opinion, I will have to bust a cap in her ass, G. Seriously, your country isn't all that spectacular itself, so worry about politics in your own country before another Hitler springs up because you were too busy paying attention to America. Saddest part is, she is such a pathetic follower, she would be the first one yelling "Hail Hitler" and making retarded hand gestures in a sea of brainwashed Germans if that ever DID happen.

The other bug I have up my ass at the moment is people who play the victim all the time. Especially those who judge people in their own family for NOT being whiney assholes. One thing I think everyone would do well to realize is that elderly people, like grandparents, have been independant adult people for longer than you have been ALIVE. They are set in their ways for GOOD REASON, and after being independant and self sufficient for half a century, they aren't going to give that up just because you say they should. Would you give up your religion, your home, or your pride just because someone else said you should? Yeah, didn't think so jackass. Stop being so damn judgemental and acting like the grandparents that gave your parents life and who helped RAISE YOU are some HUGE burden.

Oh, and just so you know, when someone is severely brain damaged in a car accident when they are 12, they will act like a 12 year old FOREVER. 12 year old boys are hormonal, horny, confused, and perverted. There is no exception to that rule, and if someone is developmentally stalled in that stage by a serious accident, it is just downright FUCKED UP of you to talk about them as if they are a child molester or rapist. You try living your whole life stuck in a body that doesn't work correctly, a mind that won't develop any further, being perfectly aware that you are handicapped and can't do a damn thing about it, living with memories of being normal, and knowing that you will NEVER EVER have sex like EVERY OTHER NORMAL PERSON ON EARTH. Stop being SO FUCKING JUDGEMENTAL. You have no room to talk about how a handicapped man's parents baby him too much therefore making him unable to take care of himself, when YOU CAN'T TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF.

Cradle Robbers

This was posted on a group I am a member of.

"hi i am 23 when i was 18 i fell in love with someone 3 years unger then i

was both of r parrince had problems we me and her being togather. it was

because of her age and ming but we still saw each othere any way with out

knowing your age and his my addvice is as long and u dont get yourself

pregnet the u shoud be fine cing him and as long as it is not to much of an

age diffence meing if u do got that distice with the relationship if u r

under 14 and he is near 18 he can be arested for being with u i know i was

studing to be a cop the law is 14 and under is off limmits to 17 and above

and 18 is leggale adult. i hope that helps u but dont run that just makes

people worry and could get him in truble even if it was your plan and not

his."

Where do I begin? Besides the obvious lack of any formal education as displayed by the horrendous grammar, spelling, and punctuation.

First let me tell you, this was in a "gothic" group. I understand that being "goth" means breaking the rules, being an individual, going against all social norms... blah, blah. I get it, I really do. But encouraging an underage girl to disobey her parents because your teenybopper girlfriend did it when you were robbing the cradle at 18 years old? Yeah, great advice. And from someone who is studying to be a cop? If that's what we have to look forward to from the future law enforcement professionals of this country, I should just move to Canada now.

Not to sound like some crazed, ultra-christian, right wing, religious right republican, but what the hell happened to family in this country? I don't deny that there are some people who abuse their kids. I don't deny that there are some parents who are just plain fucked up in the head and want to see their children fail. As sad as that is, it's NOT the norm. Most parents have something called HUMAN NATURE, and that tells them to raise their children to be successful and productive adults, and to be more than they turned out to be themselves. Of course if you ask just about any teenager if their parents want what's best for them when they ground them after running away with a crack addict from the projects, having sex with random people, or driving the getaway car in their group of friends latest Quik-E-Mart robbery, they will undoubtedly say that they are so "misunderstood" and their parents don't give a damn about them.

So of course, this idiot telling any and every teenager that comes across that message to just do what you want, screw what your parents think, just don't run away or get pregnant, really angers me. I can tell it worked SO WELL for him, can't you?

So here is my advice for all of the teenagers of the world who think they have life, love, and how the world works all figured out.

YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT. I wasn't a teenager that long ago, and I can guarantee you that I dealt with more bullshit by your age than you have. Unless your parents are beating you with coat hangers or selling you on the corner for a dime bag of crack, you can't complain about how they don't understand you or don't care about you. Stop whining like a little bitch and completely disregardling the fact that they were teenagers before you, are older than you, and know more than you do. Life experience is everything. At 14 years old, you have none. That's the way it is, deal with it. Choosing some random crush that I can guarantee you don't REALLY love no matter how infatuated you are, and you won't know 10 years from now, over your family, is just about the most retarded choice you could make. They don't give a damn about you, haven't invested anything into your well being, and would leave you in a second if a hotter piece of ass came along. Stop watching teen angst movies. Life isn't really like that, people don't really need to be saved from their families, and you aren't a god damn savior.

50 Mental Disorders in One Fucked Up Package.

Would you ever let a 4 year old tell you to shut up? Or walk away and completely ignore you when you are scolding them? Yeah, me either. I wouldn't let my husband talk to me that way, so why would I let a child?

Well, I know a woman who does that. She thinks that by ignoring her son when he talks to her that way, she is teaching him that he doesn't get what he wants unless he is polite. Nevermind the fact that she has never taught him the words please and thank you. Instead, she is teaching him to ignore HER when she disciplines him. She is also teaching him that it's okay to talk to everyone else that way. That kid is going to end up being smacked upside the head by a complete stranger one day, and if it progresses further as he gets older he will be just another homocide on the evening news.

I don't know why I am surprised by this woman. She is one of those eternal victims. She actually WANTS bad things to happen to her so she can use them to try and convince people that she is strong. As if life is one big competition to see who has endured the most. I'm sorry, but when you bring it on yourself, it doesn't make you strong. It makes you PATHETIC. Letting your child treat you like a piece of shit on the street doesn't mean you are letting him develop into the person he is supposed to be. It means you are setting him up for failure as a human being so that you have more to "woe is me" about.

And one more bit of insight. When someone has been through what you are going through and gives you adivce, they aren't automatically being hypocritical and condescending. Maybe they are *gasp* trying to HELP! Maybe they actually WANT to see you succeed and be happy. As fun as it is to think that every person on earth is just trying to make you feel like shit and convince you they are perfect, that's usually not the case. Especially with your own family. Just because you don't love yourself doesn't mean that no one else loves you. Get over yourself already.

Environmental Hysteria

Hysteria. What is the benefit of being hysterical about something? Let's take... global warming for example. How does it benefit our society to be hysterical about it? Does it save the environment? No, not really. It causes programs like recycling to be implimented that actually cost more, use more resources, and put more pollution into the air. Does it make you feel good? Not really. Being so freaked out about the earth dying that your entire life revolves around useless and harmful gestures like recycling isn't a fun way to live. Does it educate people? No, not really. Most of the environmental extremists know almost nothing about the environment itself. Try asking one of them what Dihydrogen Monoxide is.

So what's the point of environmental hysteria? Well, I have a theory...

Remember back in the early 90's when that trash barge was floating aimlessly along the atlantic coastline looking for a place to dump it's trash? The entire country took notice and all of a sudden we were running out of places to put our trash and the world was going to end. The DEA put out a pamphlet about the dangers of not recycling and with all of this information about how the number of landfills in this country was going down so our trash was going to consume us (when actually the number of landfills was going down, but the area of the landfills was going up so we were actually gaining MORE landfill space). What the media (a.k.a. political propoganda machine) failed to mention is that the trash barge we all saw floating down the coastline looking for a place to dump the trash wasn't doing that because New York had run out of space. The company that the trash belonged to was trying to save some money by paying someone in Louisiana to take their trash, and mid-trip the deal fell through and in an attempt to avoid paying to bring it all the way back to New York, they were trying to dump it in every state on the way back up. The trash ended up back in New York, but not before freaking out the entire country and causing $8 billion a year of our taxes to be spent on a recycling program that adds more than it fixes. And who do you think that is benefitting? You guessed it. POLITICIANS. Politicians use extreme environmentalism as a platform to get re-elected and further line their pockets with special interest campaign financing by making the American public feel guilty about "destroying the environment". Who is going to argue with that? You will just look like an insensitive, money hungry, industrial happy asshole if you argue with them.

So now we have an environmental movement that doesn't use facts to back it up. Instead it uses the guilt factor. So, let me clear up a few things for you.

First of all, we are not running out of space to put our trash. If you were to dig a 35 mile by 35 mile hole 200 feet deep, you could store 10,000 years worth of trash there. That is a very small area of the United States. We could use that SAME HOLE forever because the trash eventually biodegrades and clear space for more trash.

Recycling wastes time, energy, and pollutes more than it prevents. The ONLY recycling that actually helps more than it hurts is aluminum, because it costs less overall to recycle an aluminum can than it does to make a new one. EVERY OTHER RECYCLABLE causes more harm than good. Between paying people to sort, transporting sorted materials which uses gas and pollutes the air, and running the machinery that uses harmful chemicals to actually recycle the material which puts even more pollutants into the air while wasting energy and money, recycling is hurting us.

It costs $150 a ton to recycle. It costs $50 a ton to just throw it away and let it biodegrade which puts beneficial nutrients back into our soil. Not to mention the negative effects that recycling have on the environment that I mentioned above.

Remember the evil methane that landfills produce that are going to kill humanity? Well, that methane is collected and turned into energy. In one year at one landfill in California, enough methane is harnessed and converted to energy to power 60,000 homes for 30 years. Evil, evil methane, eh?

Oh, and let's not forget how logging companies are clear cutting forests and destroying our planet. There are 3 times MORE trees now than there were in the 20's. Evil, evil logging companies, eh?

Global warming is real, but you aren't controlling it. Imagine that! The earth doesn't need piddly little humans to destroy it. It's much more powerful than we are! That 5% increase in the temperature over the last 100 years that is so alarming to some came about AFTER environmental extremists started measuring temperatures from the ground in places like Las Vegas where concrete causes heat to reflect off of it. The temperatures measured from satellites (actually the only ACCURATE way to measure because it takes everything into account, not just one small area) have increased half a degree at night, and NOTHING during the day over the last 20 years.

Tempuratures are actually LOWER now than they were in medieval times before all of the evil industrialization that is supposedly causing our environmetal crisis. Now THAT'S interesting...

Total human contribution to green house gasses are less than 1/100th of a percent. 95% of green house gasses are caused by... drumroll please... NATURAL WATER VAPOR!

There's a few little tid bits for you to ponder over...

Now for the real reason I started talking about this. If you take on environmentalism as your cause, great. We can all do well to conserve our natural resources and be aware of ways to replenish what we use. But, PLEASE know what you are talking about. Don't tout holier than thou environmental bullshit and have absolutely no facts to back up the hysteria you are vomiting to people. And before someone asks me for my proof... here ya go.
Enough information to make your head explode. A show to enlighten you. Environmental Protection Agency LMOP Program. LMOP case studies. Status and trends in America's forest lands.

Gossips

What is wrong with people, namely women, that they have no spine and have to talk behind people's backs. I have this horrendous bitch telling everyone that we know that I am a horrible person because I banned her from an online community. First of all, the stupid ass woman left the group and insulted every member on the way out. Second of all, she rejoined under another name and tried to lurk and read if we were talking about her. Third of all, IT'S ONLINE! GET OVER IT! Then the psychopath decides to go to another group and post an insulting mesage to me as if it is going to hurt my feelings. I bet she wasn't expecting the response she got. She is one lucky whore that I didn't hear her say that shit in person. I would have broken her nose and laughed in her face.

In fact, I think I will link her to this and see if she wants to meet for "lunch".

Online Whore or Real Life Trash?

What about all of those stupid fucks that live their entire lives online. You know the ones. They talk to all of their friends through instant messenger and some cheesy online diary. They are a member of too many discussion boards to count, and are super popular online, but in real life have Mr. Ed's teeth, eyes set back to their ears, have to lift a tit when they bathe, and couldn't get laid if they paid a million dollars for it. Those people. I know one of those people. Not by choice, by accident. Never the less, she is amusement so I check in on her diary every once in a while. She has a different online beau every other week, but never has one in real life, Gee, I wonder why. Maybe because you smell like urine? Maybe because people run from you screaming when they see you on the street? Nah, of course that isn't it. It's because you are so misunderstood and deep that no one within a 500 mile vicinity of you could possibly get the essence of you. Only the poor schmucks that happen to live across the country and can't see your nasty ass in person could possibly ever get what in the hell is going on in that pinto bean you call a brain. That is the way life works right? That is your luck right? Yeah, right. Keep chowing down on paint chips and convincing yourself you are special.

Religion... it's not just for the religious anymore.

People make me want to vomit. Literally hurl everything I ate out of my mouth onto their ugly shoes and splatter all over the bottoms of their hideous pants. Some people even have me aiming for the face.

When you choose a religion, it is supposed to be because you BELIEVE IT. Am I wrong? Isn't that what religion is all about? Someone please strike me down with a bolt of lightning if I am somehow wrong about this. It is not a popularity contest, or a way to make your mate happy. It is a personal decision concerning every aspect of your life and it's meaning.

Then again, maybe you are supposed to change it everytime you meet someone and want to make them happy. Maybe it is one of those things, like you shoes, that you change everyday so that everyone else will think you are cool. So that you "match".

If that's the case, I have been going about this all wrong. Shame on me. I forgot that I am a mindless sheep.

Sibling Stupidity = Love?

Someone please explain this to me....

When you date someone, and you break up, that automatically makes them off limits for anyone else in your family right? Say you are a guy, and your brother dates this really hot girl. They break up. If you tried to move in on her, your brother would beat your ass, right? Same with a girl and her sister, right? If those rules apply to siblings of the same sex, should they not apply to siblings of opposite sexes?

The thought of sleeping with someone that one of my siblings slept with is just WRONG. Sit back and think about it for a minute.... That persons body parts were very intimate with your siblings body parts. Exchanging body fluids.... sperm, saliva, etc, etc. Why anyone would want to get involved with someone that has boinked someone else in your very own family is WAY beyond me.

Imagine this.

A guy dates a girl and they have a very nasty break up. They manage to come out of it friends, but the break up was very hard on the guy.

Now imagine you are that guys sister. Imagine you knew that his girlfriend was cheating on him, and that she was going to break up with him before he went out to visit her. Would you tell him, or would you let him fly out there to see her anyway, knowing that she was going to break his heart?

Well, let's go with the worst case scenario. You let your little brother go out there and get his heart broken by this girl. You saw him come back completely broken and devistated. Would you tell his now ex-girlfriend off for hurting your brother? For putting you in the middle of it? Or would you let her off the hook and continue being friend with her like nothing happened?

Again, choose the worst case scenario and continue being friends with this girl. In fact, become better friends with her than you were before.

Now, let's add a little twist. Let's say you are bisexual. If your little brothers ex-girlfriend, who you KNEW cheated on your little brother, came on to you, what would you do? Would you tell her off? Would you politely tell her that you couldn't flirt with someone that had been involved with your brother? Would you just stop talking to her? Or, would you flirt back? Would you maybe plan to meet her, have cyber sex with her, and even start an inappropriate relationship with her?

Based on this story so far, and the opening paragraph, I bet you can guess what you are supposed to choose.

This little choose your own ending story is the actual story of someone I know.

Needless to say, I want to beat his sister with a piece of barbed wire.

$40 Friends

I really hate money hungry people. I know someone that recently burned a bridge with a supposed friend over $40. I had no idea that a good friend was only worth $40. You would think that friends would do things for each other because they were FRIENDS. Babysitting each others kids when no one else is available and daycare is too expensive falls within the realm of friendship in my book. Over charging to watch someone's kids for 2 hours does not. I think that $20 for babysitting 2 kids for a whole 2 hours is a bit outrageous, but what do I know? Of course, I am still friends with all of the people I claimed to be friends with. I don't demand money for something I didn't do, and then call them up and start screaming cuss words and insults, and insulting their parenting skills. I don't resort to threats and childish tactics like calling their hubands work and trying to get them into trouble with their commanding officer just because my husband is a higher rank. I don't show up at a group activity full of common friends and talk shit about my friends behind their backs trying to get support when I know I am wrong. I don't talk shit to my friends husbands and then refuse to answer the phone when my friend calls herself to talk about it. I don't have my other friends post coded messages on a public message board trying to make anyone else look bad. Then again, I am not the one being a complete ass and making a total fool of myself either....

I think this supposed "friend" deserves a kick in the head with that spike toed boot that I just got done shoving up the military haters ass.

Anime is japanese for FUCKING RETARDED.

As I am sitting here proof reading my last blog post, Cartoon Network is playing adult swim behind me. All of a sudden I hear "Could it be that he loves me because I look like Kikuy?" and that loudest SEX MOAN I have ever heard. "He was in love with her, and yet she shot him with an arrow and hung him in a tree. That poor guy. She didn't retrun his feelings. She didn't love him in return. SHE DIDN'T LOVE HIM!" And the whole time there is B rated porno music with a slight japanese twang playing in the background. Bow chicka bow bow... bling! Bow chicka bow bow... BONG.

OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!! And people WORSHIP this shit? I have come to the conclusion that anyone who attends anime conventions, writes anime fanfic, takes on japanese pseudonyms, and tries to learn japanese from home is a pathetic hopeless retard. I know someone like that. She writes anime fanfic that consists of sword fighting and man on man butt loving and calls it ART. Yeah, I can write about Yoshimitsu and Bo Chin humping each other up the ass while fighting kung fu masters to the death with ancient japanese magic cards in the middle of a mystical countryside engulfed in flames and overtaken with dragons while talking about the need to go forth and destroy every demon with the jewel shards lest they will emerge from the darklands and join the evil shoalin priestess on a quest to recover the shattered remains of what once was the legacy of honor and disgrace it with the blood of the forsaken. Or some shit. It isn't art. It's pathetic.

Just so you know...