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Jesus Christ, I have been so busy lately. It's been an amazing weekend, but it's private, and you get no such information. Here are some funny websites.

texts from last night
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This is why you're fat.

Both are hilarious sites. Check it out.

legitimate

I took my piercings out for a couple of days, but the night I made the decision to take them out was the day I bought more piercings. Fuck that, because I can't return them; I already opened the package. I might as well wear them. I also bought some metal spiral earrings that are only a 10 gauge, being a huge downsize from my all time high of 5/8". Again, sorry for the lack of posting. Despite having an app on my iPhone for blogging, it's not much fun to do on a tiny piece of machinery. Typing is so much easier on a keyboard.

Payday was today. Worked my first seven hour day and drank my first cup of coffee to survive the 6am to 1pm morning to lunch shift. Actually drank another cup after my shift was up. I think I like cappuccinos a lot. It's not like my growth can be any more stunted or my teeth can get any more yellow anyway.

every single one

I took out all my piercings today.

Xes doog.

This has easily been one of the most relaxing nights I've had in the last four months. I played Counter-Strike: Source again after six years without. Remembering my old username, GMI] Tight_Like_A_Ten_Year_Old, brought back the best kinds of memories of me and my father grossing out his coworkers when we'd all play together. David and I played the kickass-est dust deathmath everrr.

gonta

I'm posting from my iPhone. How cool is that? I don't have much to say other than that I'll be posting more often.

Here's a picture of my kitten.

The Brotherhood of Traveling Fucks

I have a kitten on my face.

Random tidbit: My favorite animal are deer. Don't know why. I also don't know why I have a severe phobia of being near them. But get this: In the US, more people are killed by deer each year than any other animal. Guess I have a sixth sense for timid looking animals that are actually MURDERERS.

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I've been meaning to blog for a while. I have quite a bit to say, but realistically, I'm lazy. And now that I'm here, I've actually forgotten what I wanted to post about. Oops.

Michael Jackson

You know, I hate to say this, but it truly did take death to get me to listen to Michael Jackson's music. He's a really good musician and I've known that my entire life, but the child molestation charges came about when I was young, maybe eight years old if not younger. On top of that, Michael Jackson looking as inhuman as he ever did at the time, I sure as shit wasn't willing or ready to give the guy an unbiased opinion. Regardless, I was eight and my opinion wouldn't have meant squat to anyone, but you understand where I'm coming from. Now, if you know me personally, you know I pride myself on my musical prowess. I listen to all kinds of different genres and a close friend of mine instilled in me the values that him and I don't listen to a specific genre, we just listen to what we think is good music. I learned of Michael Jackson's upbringing when I was eleven or twelve, but the idea of that white looking he/she touching little boys just made me twinge in my bed at night. Michael Jackson was totally the monster in my closet; he was the boogieman to me. I was scared shitless by the man. I've grown a lot mentally over the last couple years and I've come to realize that music truly is a passion for me, one that I'm going to, in one way or another, pursue a career in. So this blog is here to issue my world wide (or as wide as it can get; it's the internet after all) apology to the musical community, Michael Jackson, his family, and kind of to myself. Music is music, and Michael Jackson did it well and did it right regardless of his personal life. If Woody Allen releases an album, I'll go ahead and listen to that, too. Even if he did marry his adopted child.

I smelled that.

A small blog today. I'm essentially posting this to tell all of ypu that I've been busy running errands, kitten caring, applying to college, reading, shaving, eating, swimming, cleaning, driving, working, boy drama-ing, and getting into shape.

On a side note, I ripped a pair of pants yesterday trying to "stretch them out." Thunder thighs for the win.