morbidium's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You Know , This Ain;t Easy, Bucky! You know, being a blog writer isn't all it's cracked up to be. People I know, who know I write in one of these thingies, ask me all the time to send them URLS(for the computer retarded that means link to this page), and ask me how I come up with things to write about. Mind you, this is after I tell them they can't read this shit because God knows I don't need people I know reading my opinions. But that's the thing about me really, isn't it? Putting up a front to people I don't wish to piss off. Most of the everyday aquaintences I know(holy jumpin judas did I spell that right???), don't understand me. They also don't realize that my humor is pointedly and outwardly laughing and making fun of their skanky asses. Hence my rule. I don't send people I know here save one, and I desperately hope no one I know ever stumbles in here on accident and then using the 1 1/2% of their little beans, figures out it's me. HAH! What the fuck am I afraid of?! Most of the people I know, wouldn't even know how to put their shoes on the right feet without the black sharpie "R" and "L" written on each respective shoe! Like they could figure out it was me, I think I'm dishing out too much credit. I know what you're all thinking now. That's my gift you see, knowing what the general populace thinks. Hey! It's my damned entry I can bullshit myself all I want to thanks very much! And keeping in line with my bullshit, you're all thinking; "Well, Miss Laci, if most everyone you know is running around sticking paperclips in light sockets for kicks, where did you meet these fucktards?! And why do you surround yourself with stupidity?" I have answer for both those questions. Most of them are family....don't stare at me like that, I'm not like any of them. And....for journal entries. This is how I get back to the real reason I started this entry, it's not easy to be a writer if you're fucking boring. Which is what I seem to be, fucking boring. I need things to point and laugh at, and these sad saps provide me with buttloads of entertainment. Then I get to deal with how to put that buttload of fun into words for you all to read. Which is again my problem, creative block blows goat anus. So, for those of you who read me, I know there's tons of you, HAH, or you wackos out there who came in here because you googled some freaky shit like "How to successfully blow my dog" or "eating 8 year old pussy" and then decided to read my shit, it's not easy to do this. And you wacko dog pussy humpers can get the fuck out now, I don't need recognition that badly, thank you. And if you my family, or the few friends I have with IQs less than 50, where's my money?! I always need money, send me some! And why is it that everyone out there is against George Bush??? Is it the "hip" thing to do now as a 30-something yuppie to be a Kerry supporter? Do you all realize this man has no real leadership abilities? He also is running on his Vietnam record, which folks, in case all of you without brain stems dont pay attention, is 4 MONTHS!!! He serverd 4 months!!! Shit folks, Jessica Simpson has probably had yeast infections that lasted longer than that! I know, brilliant visual, Laci! But come on folks, 4 months. Yeah, this guy's a "vet". He's capable of running the country cus he was able to hold out 4 months in Vietnam. What the fuck ever. He also looks like a characature of Jay Leno people. With big fucking front teeth like Bucky Beaver. I'd like to write him a letter that said the follwing: Dear Senator Kerry, Please don't smile anymore. Your teeth are huge and are scaring my children. I had a nightmare about you thinking I was Teresa and wanting to fuck me. I gouged my eyes out with hot knitting needles you fuck! Sincerely, P.S. By the way, all you democratic people.......
10:01 a.m. - October 26, 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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