Homicidal Rampage!

Your Homicidal Rampage! by crash_and_burn
Your name:
Weapon of Choice:	Plastic bag
Your Favorite Target:	People named "Steve"
Your Kill Count:	1,052,744,984
Your Battle Cry:	"Touch me, I'm happy!"
Years You Spend in Jail:	50
How Much Money In Damages You Cause:	$303,807,926,248,596
Your Homocidal Insanity Level:: 100%
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My Obituary

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14 missed calls later.

This took forever and a day to upload. Cause well, the internet is being super gay. And well it likes to fuck with my mind every so often. More often than it should, but oh well. It's not like people don't like to fuck with me from time to time anyways.

I went up to the city hall/courts to pay my speeding ticket fine today. And well it was fucking hot. The hop, skip, and jump to the door about killed me. Why must it be so hot? Had to fork over 108 bucks to some chick that hates her job. But don't we all. Defensive driving here I come.

The other night at work, I'm breaking down break packs and this guy I hardly ever work with starts preaching the word of God to me. It's not that I don't believe in God and the afterlife. There's a reason, I don't go to church. CHRISTIANS. I'm at work buddy, let's not get into how many times I've read the bible or been to church. I don't need your guidance on how to live my life, okay? I've survived 21 years so far, I think I'm doing okay. Freedom of religion, doesn't mean you can shove it down my throat. I see myself as a free thinker, and well I'm open about a lot of things. But religion just isn't something you get into while you are at work, and especially with someone you know little about. I should have countered his gospel, with my love of the democratic party and the right to choose. Where's Lewis Black when you need him? Sometimes I wonder why I'm even in Texas. I was so born in the wrong part of the country. Or hell, sometimes I wonder if I'm an American.

Okay, so my internet just went all stupid on me again. So I'’m typing this on Microsoft Works. I'm stalling, hoping the internet will hurry it'’s ass a long so I can finish this and get to bed. Sorry Lorna, if you think I totally just cut you off. Blame Drake. He totally flew out and cut my internet off.

Okay, so now that the internet is back in action, I can'’t find my fucking phone. Does this ever end?

(It's four in the morning, and well that pic amused me to no end.)

Don't Drink the Kool-Aid.

I was going to write this nice post about how I had been cleaning all day and how Megan was coming into town, and I was all excited to be spending the next two weeks with her, but my internet has to be stupid and close my post. So much for that.

What's up with myspace? Seriously, I think Tom is evil and purposely makes it so we can't log on. Evilness. Pure evilness.

Anyway, I just wanted to update. Be all cool like that. Cause that's how I roll.

I have a question for you guys. Do you join fanclubs for the sake of glorifying yourself as a fan? And since the net sucks tonight...no pic. Okay so I lied. I can't not have a pic.

To be having one of those...

Searching for tranquility.

It's barely 3 in the morning, and well I'm still up. Tired, but awake. I really should be sleeping, but so many thoughts are running through my head. I just wish they'd stop. I need the peace and serenity. Maybe I'd smile more often.

Funny how when life moves on, you try and forget things. And just when you feel you're coming to grips with the past, it rears back and slaps you in the face. Not too terribly hard, but hard enough that you're forced to remember things you tried so hard to conceal. And it's not that I don't want to remember, it's just that it's sad. And I don't really want to be sad. If anything I want to be at peace. Somewhere, where the sad doesn't hurt so bad.

I bought People magazine the other day on my break. I'm flipping through reading the articles, I do think it's silly how celebrities are practically graded on how they look in swimwear or who their flavor of the week is. I was mesmerized on the article on how a boy (Ben Underwood) who lost his eyes to cancer when he was 3 can still function normally, because he sees through sound. Otherwise known as echolocation. (It's how bats and dolphins get around.) What an inspiration. I complain, because I have a bad day at work. This boy is blind. He can play videos games, skateboard, play basketball, you name it, he has pressed forward and succeeded. Makes me feel like a complete shithead.

Anyway, as I'm getting near the end of the magazine. There it is. The article about Benjamin Hendrickson's suicide. (As the World Turns actor) Gun shot to the head, same as my grandfather's. It happens everyday, and I still feel like I'm the only one going through this. I feel terrible for his family and friends. A man who suffered through depression his whole life, dead at 55. It's tragic, and I just want to hug these people who are suffering just as I did. I know times are tough, but eventually you'll make it. I'm getting there. "Take care of yourself." Constantly runs through my head. I'll always keep that promise.

Speaking of this. I'm not sure a lot of you all knew this, but since my grandfather's death, the army had refused to pay my grandmother his benefits. It's been tough on her, but she's endured. She hired a lawyer and a doctor to look over his medical records and such. And long story short, they were able to prove that his suicide was caused by his military service, and she now gets his benefits from the army. I think what pisses me off most about this investigation, is his records showed that he had some sort of depression, but the doctors never told him to pursue treatment. The didn't feel that therapy would help. So they gave him a pill instead. Somehow I feel cheated. But anyway...some good is finally coming out of this. I thank all that is holy.

Now it's barely 4 in the morning. I need sleep.

< Insert creative title here. >

I opened this, thinking maybe I would be inspired to write something. I've been full of thoughts, I just can't seem to express myself on paper. Maybe I'll explode and be creative. I haven't watched a soap in over a month. It's amazing.

Work has kicked my ass, and so I'm tired most of the time. Sitting back, enjoying a good glass of wine (thank you wine club.), and snuggling under the warmth of the heating pad, while wanting to read a good book but too tired to do so has taken over my life. I have two days off, and I plan to make the most of it. I want to see the newest Pirates of the Caribbean movie. Cause Johnny Depp makes me wet, and the first one was good. Hopefully it entertains me. Haven't seen a movie since Over the Hedge. Sad. I know.

So, I had to see what all the fuss about Paris Hilton recording a song was about. I downloaded it. It was free on limewire. Why not? Seriously, it could be worse. Hillary Duff..."Beat of My heart." Need I say more. I didn't think so. Oh H Duff...

For a split second I missed Virginia today. Then I had this super fast slideshow of the past play through my head. Kind of like a movie. And I laughed out loud. What a joke.

*I like how the guy drops the soap in the pic...ha ha.*

Overworked and Underfucked.

Story of my life. And the hottest guy ever is sporting it on his T-shirt today while I'm at work. I wanted to stop what I was doing and follow this guy. I would have followed him anywhere. We could have so worked on our little problem. But once again, this thing called work gets in the way. And people wonder why I'm bitter. Okay so I'm not always bitter. I am happy, just not when I'm at work, and having to work.

Anyone else remember Doug Funny?

I've been having crazy dreams as of late. I can't really remember them, but I wake up with this funny feeling. Like I've been blown away. It's just weird. I do remember one where I had this baby all of a sudden. Weird, cause that is so not happening anytime soon.

Well gotta get to bed, so I can make the all-american dollar, so I can eat and have a place to live. Oh did I mention I paid off my car!?!?!?! No more car payments!!!! Go me.

Life Sucks.

Sort of.

I'm home alone. Which rocks my internet obsession, but something's missing. Maybe I just need sleep. Sleeping just doesn't fit into my schedule these days. I've decided that I need to go gambling with my grandmother. If it makes me sound like an old lady, so be it. She banked in almost $4,ooo last night, and well I need some of that. Like I really need something else to obsess over.

I still have to pay for my speeding ticket, which right now stands at $225. That will change, when I take defensive driving. Which I don't want to. But I'm cheap, and will do anything to save some money. I'm pissed at myself for getting caught. I'm usually so good, and spying cops. And to answer your question Kimeister, I got pulled over on 1900 Colorado court. Or so my ticket says. I was following my grandmother, who had a carload of relatives. I don't mind getting the ticket. I just hate all the, you should be more careful lectures. I got my ticket, I'm cool with it. I fucked up, let me pay my fine. I'm sure it will feed many hungry inmates. I wish they'd let you pick where you sent your fine. I could justify sending 225 bucks to say, Make-A-Wish or the American Cancer Society. At least I would know where it was going, and would feel somewhat happy for breaking the law. But who really knows where my hard earned cash will go?

Speaking of charities and Make-A-Wish foundation. There's this man that comes into work every week. No one knows him and he won't give his name, but with each purchase he donates 100 bucks to the charity. He does it so innocently, like he doesn't really want people to know he's doing it at all. Why can't the world be filled with more silent angels? Such a gift. I hope I'm in the same situation one day where I can help others in some way. After all, it's the same kindness that made me who I am today. It's all a cycle, and we should all contribute. Karma will bite you in the ass one day. If I believe it one thing, it's karma.

Megan's flying in on July 23rd, and staying until sometime in August. I'm uber excited, it's been a year since I've seen my little sis. Well she's technically not my sister anymore, but she can't help it that her dad's a douche bag. We'll fight, I know we will. But it will all be worth it. We're so much alike. It's crazy.

Anyway. I must try and get rest. Me so sleepy.

Happy 4th Day of Julio.

It's 4 hours and 10 minutes into the 4th of July. And I can't sleep. Surprise, surprise. But did you know that Lewis Black has a myspace? What is the world coming too? I'm sure he'd protest. But the videos are uber funny. I dare you to watch his stand up routine, and not laugh.

Why can't I sleep?




Now watch. And laugh.