I dont know whether its the T3s or the fact lee is still awake and i want to go to bed. im going to rant more. today its about porn.
why oh why do "sexy just legal blonds" insist on sending me junk on how im the "one!" and how they "want to make slow smexy with me and my HUGE cock"??
like um, when did grow a penis? and why are you flattering it? and how the hell am i suppose to have sex with you? your in Asia (yes shes a just legal, blonde sexy Asian) heck! lets even put aside the fact im lacking in the weenie department.
should i go buy condoms? do they have ones for keyboards? my keyboard is pretty big, its my penis keyboard! kinda like a penis car, but instead a keyboard. im trying to make up for my lack of weenie.
should i drag my computer to a snazzy restaurant so i can woo you? or would you like me to just slam it up against some grungy bathroom stall in the south side of Edmonton?
tell me women! i need to know! and if i slip a 20 into the CD drive will you get it on your end?
im scared, i better think this through. because your asking a lot here. you will be taking away my virtual virginity. by the way we never really did talk about how this intercourse will happen.
oh great not im nervous. maybe my penis keyboard isn't big enough?! thats it im going to go talk to WankyMcWanker about my penis size!
hey WankyMcWanker! you said you can make my penis 10x bigger! hot damn tell me how!
really? wow! interesting! i just take those pills? you sure they work? but i don't want to stick it in there! that looks painful.
wait what? but first i need a penis?! will a keyboard do? no? pity.
Im sorry "just legal, blonde sexy Asian" i just don't think it will work. ill have to let you go, you virtual slut, perhaps another man with an ACTUAL penis can help you. or at least someone with a much large keyboard.
good bye!
so, yeah. stop sending me that shit. thanks!
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
This Space for Rent
GAH!!!!!! FUCK!! STUPID PEICE OF MOTHER FUCKING SHIT THAT PUTS A NEW MEANING OF CUNT INTO THE TERM!!
Why, dear god WHY?! does she have to act like a infant?! like you bring ANYTHING into the house and she is instantly snooping through it, digging for something she can have. if you tell her no she has a tantrum like a 5 year old.
like all the food i bring into the house she just HAS to consume. and it wouldnt be so bad if it was like A cookie, but fuck no! has to be the whole fucking container of cookies and if she could she would eat the container too! she just snoops! and if im not home its free range! she just goes in and eats whatever is there, or uses whatever she wants.
and of course lee isn't any better. he stole ALL my pencils and crayons. i had nothing for school! i felt so stupid. i had to use a highlighter. they just take whatever they want. never ask. god forbid!
like i just want my own stuff! my own room! my own fucking bed!
like today i tried to snatch a few bits of extra sleep and when i crawled into bed i found dirt and crumbs all in my fucking sheets! i have barely been sleeping up there lately. and i NEVER eat up there (unless im super sick. and if im ever super sick i sleep in dads bed because if i have to make a run for the toilet its quicker.) so i know they are not mine.
like now they have it down to i own a desk. not even the chair because they keep jacking it.
i dont live here anymore! i just breath in the warm air in the house!
i just want my own square. just my little place i can call home, and put all my stuff. keep it secure. i could cry
dad of course doesnt care. whatever.
im going to do some homework and have a shower. my eye hurts.
Why, dear god WHY?! does she have to act like a infant?! like you bring ANYTHING into the house and she is instantly snooping through it, digging for something she can have. if you tell her no she has a tantrum like a 5 year old.
like all the food i bring into the house she just HAS to consume. and it wouldnt be so bad if it was like A cookie, but fuck no! has to be the whole fucking container of cookies and if she could she would eat the container too! she just snoops! and if im not home its free range! she just goes in and eats whatever is there, or uses whatever she wants.
and of course lee isn't any better. he stole ALL my pencils and crayons. i had nothing for school! i felt so stupid. i had to use a highlighter. they just take whatever they want. never ask. god forbid!
like i just want my own stuff! my own room! my own fucking bed!
like today i tried to snatch a few bits of extra sleep and when i crawled into bed i found dirt and crumbs all in my fucking sheets! i have barely been sleeping up there lately. and i NEVER eat up there (unless im super sick. and if im ever super sick i sleep in dads bed because if i have to make a run for the toilet its quicker.) so i know they are not mine.
like now they have it down to i own a desk. not even the chair because they keep jacking it.
i dont live here anymore! i just breath in the warm air in the house!
i just want my own square. just my little place i can call home, and put all my stuff. keep it secure. i could cry
dad of course doesnt care. whatever.
im going to do some homework and have a shower. my eye hurts.
Monday, February 04, 2008
Your all a blur. perhpas your not real.
i scratched my eye yesterday. and of course it has to be my good eye. so to make a long story short, unless its 2 inches away from my face your one really snazy looking blob of text.
with that being said, if you can understand what im typing it means i cant see the keyboard. damn watering eye.
so yesterday i went to the hospital because my eye was KILLING me. i couldnt sleep or anything. so we got there at 8pm, and i had the joy of sitting there till 1 in the morning. during this time i saw people come and go. and realized how HORRID our poor health care really is.
im not rasist (leat i dont really think i am) but a native guy came in an ambulance. he was wheeled in and i figure he was really hurt. NO! he just bugged and harrased everyone demanding smokes and lighters and insisted on trying to smoke inside. he was just being a jerk and taking up space.
all while this is happening a bunch of people come in, some looking super healthy (like chatting away and bouncing around) and some who looked like 10 years of hell.
a lady who had a nasty nose bleed, like she went through 2 boxes of kleenex all the tissues
coated in blood. and some poor young boy throwing up blood, looking paler then fresh snow. both sat there while other people (the bouncing ones) were taken in.
finally the young boy was vomiting LARGE amounts of blood and the mother rushed her kid over to the nurse and had a fit at them. finally they carried him away to one of the rooms.
the other nose lady was admited about an hour before i was (which was probably around midnight and she got there around 9ish maybe 10)
those i can see being helped before me, but the native that was hurrasing people and being a jerk should be shot with his own crap. he kept coming back into the waiting room demanding a lighter and when everyone said no, he would start swearing and calling us all names.
i finally got into a room about one and got the joy of sitting there waiting for the doctor. sadly though, the child who was throwing up blood was across the hall from me and i got to listen to him vomit the whole time. it broke my heart. the oldest the poor boy could have been was 10
children that young shouldnt be that sick! they should be able to run around and play. having fun! risking their little necks climbing whimpy trees and being kids. not throwing up blood, and being horribly scared. he was so brave. all i could hear was him wimpering, he was very calm.
i didnt start crying until he had to get IV. they tried many times, but couldnt get it. finally the last time, he cried out and begged them to stop. i cried with him too. i begged god to take care of him. i cried the whole time the poor child did. kids shouldnt beg for mercy. they should never be in such pain. finally the ambulance came and they took him to the U of A.
then it was quite. i watched through blurry eyes a lady clean up the room. wiping up the blood.
im not a very caring person, least in my mind. i can take death. older people dieing, even in horrible tragic way. movies with gobs of people being shot down and killed has not a blimp on me. yet if a child or animal is killed or hurt i die a little inside. innocents.
i pray that the poor boy is okay. i really do.
as for my stupid eye, its just badly scratched, and is swollen. ive got eye drops and T3s to get me through. and i caught a flu and havent been eating much. scotts car is broken in, its got a nice vomit make thats Ashley approved. he didnt care, and wanted to make sure i was 0kay. thats where hes sweet.
with that being said, if you can understand what im typing it means i cant see the keyboard. damn watering eye.
so yesterday i went to the hospital because my eye was KILLING me. i couldnt sleep or anything. so we got there at 8pm, and i had the joy of sitting there till 1 in the morning. during this time i saw people come and go. and realized how HORRID our poor health care really is.
im not rasist (leat i dont really think i am) but a native guy came in an ambulance. he was wheeled in and i figure he was really hurt. NO! he just bugged and harrased everyone demanding smokes and lighters and insisted on trying to smoke inside. he was just being a jerk and taking up space.
all while this is happening a bunch of people come in, some looking super healthy (like chatting away and bouncing around) and some who looked like 10 years of hell.
a lady who had a nasty nose bleed, like she went through 2 boxes of kleenex all the tissues
coated in blood. and some poor young boy throwing up blood, looking paler then fresh snow. both sat there while other people (the bouncing ones) were taken in.
finally the young boy was vomiting LARGE amounts of blood and the mother rushed her kid over to the nurse and had a fit at them. finally they carried him away to one of the rooms.
the other nose lady was admited about an hour before i was (which was probably around midnight and she got there around 9ish maybe 10)
those i can see being helped before me, but the native that was hurrasing people and being a jerk should be shot with his own crap. he kept coming back into the waiting room demanding a lighter and when everyone said no, he would start swearing and calling us all names.
i finally got into a room about one and got the joy of sitting there waiting for the doctor. sadly though, the child who was throwing up blood was across the hall from me and i got to listen to him vomit the whole time. it broke my heart. the oldest the poor boy could have been was 10
children that young shouldnt be that sick! they should be able to run around and play. having fun! risking their little necks climbing whimpy trees and being kids. not throwing up blood, and being horribly scared. he was so brave. all i could hear was him wimpering, he was very calm.
i didnt start crying until he had to get IV. they tried many times, but couldnt get it. finally the last time, he cried out and begged them to stop. i cried with him too. i begged god to take care of him. i cried the whole time the poor child did. kids shouldnt beg for mercy. they should never be in such pain. finally the ambulance came and they took him to the U of A.
then it was quite. i watched through blurry eyes a lady clean up the room. wiping up the blood.
im not a very caring person, least in my mind. i can take death. older people dieing, even in horrible tragic way. movies with gobs of people being shot down and killed has not a blimp on me. yet if a child or animal is killed or hurt i die a little inside. innocents.
i pray that the poor boy is okay. i really do.
as for my stupid eye, its just badly scratched, and is swollen. ive got eye drops and T3s to get me through. and i caught a flu and havent been eating much. scotts car is broken in, its got a nice vomit make thats Ashley approved. he didnt care, and wanted to make sure i was 0kay. thats where hes sweet.
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