Sunday, June 24, 2007

He's not talking about you...

"It's hard to defend 'Move bitch, get out the way'..."
"Women that like rap, don't give a fuck. If the beats alright, she will dance all night."
"Blind the bitch, blind the bitch..."
"If you mention to a woman that a song is disgusting and misogynistic, they'll all tell you the same thing - HE AIN'T TALKING BOUT ME!"



I am so sick of these self-Idontevenknowwhat girls who can't appreciate a good beat.

Yes, 50 cent would pimp you out like like an asian with a civic but that doesn't mean the shit aint good. So no, he's not talking about you sweetie. Get over it.

I listen to music I dont like, I study it and find out if I actually dont like it for a reason or what. I can tell you exactly why I dont like it or find out that maybe it does have good qualities. I hate that "oh he's got a piece and says "bitch" so I'll never listen to it. What sense does that make? Your parents told you to try the damn brussel sprouts when you insisted you hated it before you tried it too; this isn't any different. You dont go up to a prolife protest and tell them to move on and disperse quietly because you dont agree with them, and their placards and signs are offensive to you personally.

Lemme tell you something, when you sit at someone else's place and say you won't listen to something, refuse to "stand by" or some bullshit like that, you're violating everyone else in the goddamn room. Music isn't a pizza, you can't order half and half toppings. You didn't buy the fucking album, by hearing the song you haven't kissed Jay-Z's ass, condoned domestic violence, you certainly didn't slap a stripper around, you just heard the song, and if I'm lucky you didn't get your granny panties all in bunches over it either.

Get the sand out of your vagina and grow the fuck up.

Saturday, June 23, 2007

/stab

I can't fucking stand:

Jack Johnson
The Shins
"Dave"
John Mayer
Justin Timberlake
Pink
Coldplay
Modest Mouse


There, I said it and I'm fucking proud. Die you worthless, easy listening "rockers." I'd rather be a Kid Rock fan then have to admit liking Coldplay. Rock is spinning in its shallow grave and you pussies couldn't even be men enough to dig a hole deep enough to fit Tommy Lee in it.

Thursday, June 21, 2007

Non calor sed umor est qui nobis incommodat.

First day of summer, longest day of the year. I showed up to work at 5:45am this morning

Thursday, June 07, 2007

...

at dinner. dad says he's taking my car to work to get it fixed. Remember now the shop we go to with the benz (benzi?) is about a half mile from his office, he's there a lot, they know him.

sister says "well jeeze why dont you take my car in too" mom says "the bumper is sctatched but thats ok but the front licence plate is all bent out, she'll get a ticket!"

my dad: why would anyone take a VW to a crappy dealership for a BENT licence plate

mom: well you should blah blah blha blah blah!!!!!
dad and me: no thats stupid.

mom: but the tires are possibly leaky too! she could have a puncture that doesnt always leak!
us: then take it to the place near by that does tires and KNOWS US BY NAME

mom well it STILL needs an oil change too!!
us: whatever

dad is now pissed.
mom is now pissed.

BEST PART:

jaime says: well really I meant it as a joke about marc not taking his own car in.

if I wasnt already completely out of the conversation I would have mentioned at this point that A) they cant give me a loaner, B) Someone would have to drive with me in another car to either get me the rest of the way to work and back, or the rest of the way back on a traffic cloged road at 5-6pm, and oh yeah C) I has just WORKED 20 FUCKING HOURS IN TWO DAYS AT MY FIRST REAL JOB.



WISCONSIN FOR THE MOTHER FUCKING WIN