So I was at surfside tonight and who was there? No you would never guess unless you’re a loser that watches reality shows. Daisy (from Rock of Love’s) cheesy boyfriend. Yeah, the doucher in the picture. Not sure why people think its cool to look “evil” or tough. This guy eats all kind of dick. 
Archive for September, 2008
Sign-holder person, tied with mall-kiosk employee for the worst jobs in the universe.
First of all I’d like to say I’ve seen way too many people on campus as of late wearing glasses that tint with the light! What the fuck are you thinking? That being said, I have to say many of these people did also have stringy butt-cut type hair dos and they may possibly still wear Nirvana t-shirts they just recently ordered from the back of some alternative/metal music magazine. But there are also those of you that don’t look like that but still have them, absolutely not acceptable.
Along with those (hopefully no one has the combo) are fucking bluetooth head sets. Seriously?! I’m as weak as the next guy but holding a god damn phone up to your head isn’t that hard. MAYBE if I was driving through downtown Chicago during rush hour, eating buffalo wings, driving a stick shift and playing air drums and I really needed to take the most important call I’ll ever get in my life I might consider using one of these things, but most likely not. Seriously, you don’t look any more important or richer..recognize.
Relate-ability(sic?): All the presidential candidates are competing to prove who is most like me. Who’s the most common, just like the working class. Who knows what its like…who’s been there. I can tell you what, I didn’t finish college till I was 31. I graduated high school with a 2.5 GPA, in the worst school district in the state of Ohio. I drink a lot. I’m generally pretty unmotivated and I eat shit I shouldn’t. I watch too much reality TV, swear like a sailor and can barely speak english let alone any other language. WHY IN THE FUCK WOULD I WANT SOMEONE JUST LIKE ME TO RUN THIS COUNTRY?! I have not the first clue what it takes to be president of the United States.
Do I want some rich person who’s never had to grocery shop in their life? No. But what I do want is someone who’s been around the world. Someone who can appreciate other cultures and has experienced the world. I want someone who finished top of their class at one of the best universities in the world. Am I speaking favorably of Obama? Yes, but he’s as guilty as them all of trying to prove how “average” he is. He may not have been born rich but someone that smart has never been average.
I can say I don’t want someone who thinks dinosaurs are a myth, the Earth is only 5000 years old and homosexuals can be “cured of their disease” with prayer. I don’t want someone that thinks hunting from an airplane or helicopter is fair. Everyone’s going to be called sexist for calling Sara Palin out on her shit. What I think is sexist is picking her because you think it will help you win over women voters. I don’t care what color or gender the candidates are, it doesn’t change the fact that Sara Palin is one of the biggest assholes to ever run for public office. Women didn’t go through all the fighting for the right to vote so today’s women can try to put a woman into office for the sake of putting a woman in office. It makes me sick to think anyone would go to the republicans because Hillary didn’t make it. If that’s the case you are doing a disservice to anyone that’s ever fought for the right to vote.
In new polls being released, it seems white men are in favor of McCain, white women like Palin and African Americans like Obama. Are we all that fucking stupid? This isn’t a football game, we’re not picking who we want to win based on who’s wearing the coolest uniforms. Vote on the issues and what you believe in. If keeping the status quo with white male Washington, seeing the first woman VP in office or the first black president is more important to you than the issues these candidates stand behind then I’m embarrassed to be American and we don’t deserve the freedom we claim we love so much.
You can see the most random shit just walking around your own neighborhood.
Published September 10, 2008 Uncategorized Leave a CommentIt’s been so long since I’ve been able to write anything. I feel my brain isn’t challenged anymore. I can see my typing skills diminishing. I have a hard time carrying a coherent thought in my head for more than a few minutes. It seems I need the perfect “zen” like atmosphere to be able to create anything. I truly regret having a TV and cable. There’s nowhere in my house to escape the dull drone of cable reality shows. I admit I get caught up in it, I feel all the dumber for it.
I decided to go for a walk tonight. I like to walk around my neighborhood and listen to some Lucero or something similar. I think about all the goings on in my life. I have a backlog of things I’d been meaning to think about but never can due to all the other “noise” going on in life everyday. I was excited to run through all the possible ideas I have but can’t decide in which medium to use them. I’m trying to start a band so I need to write songs. I like to blog, I also like to write, putting down various ideas for short stories and what not. I also have a lot of thoughts on the current election that I need to write down some time. Unfortunately the first part of my walk, Lucero helped me ponder the possible outcomes of VH1’s “G’s to Gents” show.
There are some ugly houses in my neighborhood. People really like crafts hanging from every possible spot on every wall in their houses. They like keeping their houses really bright so you can see in their front windows. I saw a woman running across from where I was walking. She looked to be carrying a very large ring of keys that I could hear over my headphones. She was blond and had a white sweater on. She wasn’t running very steady. As she ran under the street light and on to the curb starting the next block, she tripped and fell. There was a guy running about ¼ a block behind her. She got up and took off across the street running again. He seemed to be chasing her and yelling the words “west, west on oak!!” into a cell phone. About 30 seconds later, they were gone; a car pulls up yells something and screeches off to where they ran. About a block later I see two people on a bright porch talking intently. I pause my music to hear them as I walk past: “don’t put this in your body, you’re body builds up a resistance to the gaba(?)” Then a drunk woman speaks: “you mean I am resistant to the gaba?” I turn my music on and continue past.
