Ketamine Disaster

I have the same Ikea lamp. I stayed home and watched scary movies with the lady. For the record, do not rent "The Cellar Door". Completely fucking retarded, unscary, and you will no longer be allowed to rent movies afterwards.

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I downloaded the torrent for this CD so I would know what you kids were talking about, and "It Was a Pleasure Then," scared the shit out of me from across the room. I'm digging the the first two, then "Winter Song". Not so much "Little Sister".

Joe Namath looks extremely fucked up.

After I say something, I immediately forget it, so I don't care anyway.

Hum. Well, I work full time and I go to night school, so my weekends are when I sleep. Bitches.

This season of South Park has been a real downer. They're taking too much time making references that few will actually get (Stand and Deliver? The Lottery? Grapes of Wrath?) I'm not really sure when they thought this would be a good idea, but this season has provided few laughs.

The new Rise Against CD pisses me the fuck off.

Hmm. My ex had a tattoo of a .22 Ruger on the side of her neck, and underneath it, it said "Daddy's Girl". It was fucking rad, but also incredibly warped. It was a weird microcosm.

At least Johnson made an effort.

And my avatar suggests that you have never seen a movie or read a book.

I remember, once upon a time, when there was a thread in NHB calling someone out, it was actually pretty entertaining, and involved personal attacks and people getting all up in arms. People's addresses were posted, people were banned for wishing death, boards were formed along ganglines, and now we've got someone who is more than likely a virgin pretending to be an independent wrestling promoter on a website for people that like a sport where oiled men roll around in tights, then getting mad when they don't "respect" him. Let's right this ship. Noah Fentz, you're a fucking bitch. I don't respect you whatsoever. I don't know you, I don't care to know you, I could care less what you have to say, and if you were to die this very instant, the world wouldn't really miss you all that much. So far, you're the only one who has said "IT DOESN'T MATTER". At least four times. And you're absolutely right, it doesn't fucking matter, so stop trying to cut wrestling promos on people.

I work 40 hrs a week, Monday through Friday, so waking up at 7am on the weekends is ridiculous for me.

Went to Oktoberfest last night at Tempe Town Lake. Events of the night are hazy. Had about ten 8% beers, smoked some pot, ran into a girl I called a whore for sucking my friend's dick, ran into a girl that I absolutely hated in high school but deemed it necessary to be friends with last night, apparently chatted up a girl while she was throwing up in a trashcan, waved off security when they came over because "she's with me, it's alright man," walked the half mile home (don't remember this), threw up all over the bathroom (remember this), went to sleep, woke up when my friends decided to walk back to my apartment, drank a pot of coffee to sober up, ordered pizza, fell asleep again around 11:30. Woke up at 7 this morning, surprisingly not hungover in the slightest, but with a wicked case of indigestion. My roommate was also awake, so was my friend Ryan, my friend Chase called and asked me to drive his car to pick him up from the girl who I called a whore's house. Smoked some more pot this morning to ward off any possibility of a headache, cleaned up (beer and pizza everyfuckingwhere), made another pot of coffee, have been reading since. It's only 1:30, but I feel like I've been awake forever. Is this what people's days are like when they don't sleep until noon? It's fucking bizarre.