Fucking Epiphany

I saw a bumper sticker on the way home that was something like "Jesus died for you" and I got to thinking, there has to be a reason that people feel the need to be godholes (assholes in the name of their savior Jesus Christ). I believe that I have figured it out. These people are not assholes by choice, but assholes by either heritage, they're rednecks that can't accept anything but what ma and pa beat into them as retarded little runts, or they're stupid to the point that they cannot accept that other people may have opinions that are just as valid as their own unfounded, not yet proved or disproved opinions.

That's my rant for the day, coming soon a picture of me flipping off a stack of bibles.

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So with the payday this friday and a decent paycheck, I'm now only one paycheck away from not oweing my mom any more money. Tomorrow I plan to go and apply a Home Despot in the dying Frederick Towne Mall, hopefully I'll be getting at least $8.50, and there the chances of me playing with cool shit is way better than at CEC. Maybe I should apply for a job as a forklift operator, that would be fucking awesome. with a capital FUCKING.

Paintball + Neck = FUCKING OW!

Occasionally...retards make me uncomfortable.

So at work tonight, the local rec. group for people with mental retardation had their friday night fun. I shook the hand of one man several times like it was the first time meeting him, this occured in about 3 minutes. But I did however get my french done and sent to Mme Balls before midnight, good times. Well off to watch the peak of human mental acheivement, MTV.

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So I'm Nuts, YA WANNA FIGHT ABOUT IT!

Yup, I'm crazy. This thought occured to me because of the fact that my thumb hurts, from playing with my lighter too much. Oh well, fire is good. Anyways off to get mad at people whilst sitting in traffic, TaTa.

I could go for a Guinness.

HEY LOOK! A FRACTAL!

Blue, Black, and Orange

That title has no relevance to this post, whatsoever. So here I go with the blogging. Blog. Blog Blog Blog Blog Blog.

I once met a man from Nantucket,
who walked down the street with a bucket,
along he went,
then found some lint,
and ate a cookie from a man named Tony,
this was not the only,
thing he ate, for he also ate some balogna.

Almost the End of the Weekend

Well, this weekend went well. Friday wasn't too bad, after sitting traffic for a while, I went bouldering with Nina, and then went to dinner with her and mothera. After I dropped Nina off at the metro I went to a horrible party at hood. Saturday I went to take my climbing test and ended up just climbing, because I didn't check my email, oh well. Saturday night I went down to Nina's and hung out there for a while, and in downtown Bethesda. Today I once again went up to the watershed to go take my climbing test, and ended up finding that there was no written exam for those who showed up today, so we made some anchors, and I had to leave to go to work before I got to climb. Work wasn't bad, I got kid check again yay, the only problem was the most inbred, redneck, disgusting, smelly, ugly people came in. Good god that was nasty. It was like deliverance came to life and the cast decided to go to chuck e cheeses this evening. Victoria continues to pursue me, and I'm kinda getting tired of it. It's odd I only seem to have women after me when I'm happily dating someone else. Anyways, it was a good weekend, all my muscles feel like they've had a good workout, especially my arms and upper back. I think climbing is going to whip my ass into shape.