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[Oct. 14th, 2005|11:45 pm] |
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| | Danger Doom "No Names" | ] |
Yep. I'm drunk, done by myself on a Friday night. What did I drink? Hold on, I'm about to upgrade...Skyy vodka. A step up from the Miller High Life I've been drinking all night. Oh well. I hope my roommates don't get all upset over me drinking a small amount of their booze cos if they did, well, fuck 'em. The fuckers drank my apple juice. So, in lighter news, I had to work at mufuckin' Borders superstore Santa Cruz times triplicate tonight. It wasn't that bad, as I got to read a little Noam Chomsky and feel like an enemy of the state. Dude's way the smart. I went all crazy in depth about his theories with Erica, but she didn't want to hear her crazy conspiracy obsessed boyfriend talk about it. And, of course, I don't blame her. Shit's kinda boring. I guess that's not much of a lighter note. Fuggit, I'm drunk though, so I might as well talk about Santa Cruz and the buggity bug shit that, um, bugs me.
Number One
The Homeless:
I guess they don't really bug me as much as they did in Santa Barbara. The most amazing thing about them is that they contribute to the economy by continually buying shit from us. They don't have homes, but the majority have fucking cell phones and money. Weird. Where thye fuck do they get the cash? Fuck it, if they'd rather spend money on White Zombie cds, alien conspiracy books, and philosphy books than home who am I to judge?
Number Two
Richkid "liberals":
Seriously. Bullshit. You think just 'cos you had a parade over the fact that bus drivers are upset brings you down to their level? Fuck you. Talk to me when the government is taking 30% of your check and you can't get the upgrade on your beemer.
Number Three
Hippies:
Fuck you.
I can't remember what else I hate. |
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