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Come on. Look at that.

I have one celebrity crush a year. Ladies and Gentleman, my celeb crush for this year: Shawn Johnson.

kick his ass next time.

VX is batting 1.000 in this thread.

We've been saying that for quite some time. You know how to make this a great thread? Low expectations. Me? I'm personally expecting maybe a funny excerpt or so, nothing more.

Yes. Cooking is a wonderful skill to have, and I really enjoy spending an hour making a nice meal. Seriously.

Well, it's fake. So...

Google: now a major player in international relations

Je-sus Chr-ist.

Yeah, I live in Oakland, so I get my faaaaaaaaaaair share of black assholes asking me for money. This dude just about verbally accosted me last night asking me about the dude who lived downstairs (who recently died). Although a couple of nights ago, I was taking out the trash, and some guy was sifting through it... while I was taking it out. I thought that measured up to some pretty good chutzpa.

King Diamond? Sweeet.

Deep.

So I guess the Great Satan of the West isn't totally defunct, huh.

The fuck?

I can do a lot when I'm drunk.

I'm all for people writing poetry, but rather as an exercise of creativity instead of narcissism. Like in that episode of Daria where Quinn tries to explore her intellectual side, and she tells all her admirers, "Today... I found out that the words don't even have to rhyme!" then just proceeds to write poetry about french fries. It's kind of a pet peeve of mine. I'm secretly a huge poetry fan, and my expectations for poetry are exceedingly high. Conor Oberst, self-indulgent supreme being, even said, "it's better to compose a poem than compose yourself." That's true, it's supposed to be an emotional experience, but in the sense that you're supposed to learn something about yourself or the greater human condition from those emotions, not just the fact that you have them. The greatest poetry isn't even about emotions. "Poetry," in those willing to participate, is a word that is equated to regurgitating your state of mind onto the paper without any intention of actually saying anything. For that, I think Frost is turning over in his grave.

I didn't know where to post this, but this is a poem written by one of my friends. I just think myspace poetry is funny.

They get to "decide for themselves," which will almost always result in putting public projects in favor of endangered whatevers. "This freeway will go right through the marsh." "Fuck it."

Halos series against the Mariners coming up... should improve their record to 76-43. Wow.

*waits for reply

Welsh Corgis!!!

Take up a hobby. Just something that you can dedicate an hour to. Maybe it's riding bikes, getting exercise, masturbating, cooking, learning a new instrument, staring, staring, whatever it is that you can do.

You guys, we're all hurting here. Take it easy.

I want a fucking Tim's here in California...until then, I have to settle with putting in a coffee order with my cousin's fiance. HAHAHA