Ode to the Consumer.

You consumed the whole of it all,

Filled the hole in it all,

with more vacancy than ever before.

You made me worry,

more than I should worry,

You made me angry,

But that won't happen anymore..

I don't want to be old.

I want to live more life than a 100 year old prophet,

and I want to make more money than a 100 year old whitey.

I want to survive through this, with more courage than a soldier,

but it's no matter

how long I survive,

for I have no say

in that matter.

ruffian in chase of the american dream..

sometimes i lie,

sometimes i love.

sometimes i fuck

people over,

... for pride.

Sometimes I shatter

everything that once mattered,

And sometimes I don't even care.

Kristen Stewart...

...is a whore.

I hope Joan Jett turns her lez... So then Stewart might be less of a boring person. She THEN just might have something entertaining to do in movies.

ha-ha.

Things that make me awesome. {Republican Top 5}

Here are the top five things that make me one awesome conservative. Don't like it? I'm sorry. You still offended? Well, I'll eat your cousin who smokes in the bathroom on Sunday services at church! LET'S SEE HOW OFFENDED YOU'LL BE THEN. I BET YOU'LL HATE ME MORE THEN.

Anyways.

Top 5 things that make me an awesome conservative

1. I believe in same-sex marriage.

I mean, ITS CONSTITUTIONAL. If you don't like it, move. We have a framework for our country. We have to stick with it!

2. I don't believe in abortion.

That means I'm cool enough to go against those crazed baby-killers. Therefore, they would love to have a piece of me, but I'm still brave! (Hey, I got the Bush family on my side. All they need to do is throw a broken beer bottle at the bloodthirsty pregnant woman. I'm safe.)

3. I believe in the 2nd amendment.

If we don't get guns, then the liberals can't kill themselves! And THEN how would the state of America be? You think its overpopulated already? Try millions of more liberals, getting all sex-happy on the White House! Disgusting, I know. But take a look in the Clinton household and you'll get used to it, I'm sure.

4. I believe that God shouldn't be the center of government.

Go to Israel & Palestine for that, they seem to know a lot about religious doctrines ruling over common sense.

AND FINALLY...

5. Marijuana shouldn't be legal.

So stick THAT in your pipe and smoke it!

I can’t blame ‘em, since I got famous but, I got money to blow

So let's get this in perspective: I have a writing style different than others.

Some people say reading my blog is like reading a movie review (or something?) but that's just my sense of humor.

I have a very dry sense of humor (look these words up in the dictionary: "WITTY" and "SARCASTIC.")

Sorry, but I'm a bit peeved that, when I posted a link to this blog on a facebook group, I got a letter back from the admin of the group--- telling me to write different.

Actually, here's the message. Take a gander:

On your blog don't talk like a press release.
Talk like a person. A person is reading this, so why are you talking like that?

Oh boy.

Honestly, I could care less. I even chose not to directly write back to him. But this is how I'mma write back to him: THROUGH THIS "PRESS RELEASE" OF A BLOG.

You wanna know why I write professionally? Because I'm all business. Because I'm intelligent. Because I find it funny to a point. Mind you, I just let my gaurd for this sorry man, but it's really whatever.

I just dislike when people tell me how to write, considering I'm not doing this for anyone. I am writing to vent all my frustrations. Simple, I know--- but it's still effective.

Anywho. Enough of this--- I got money to blowww.

(OH AND BY THE WAY--- yes I can take constructive crit, but I just got peeved that it came from some admin of a FACEBOOK GROUP. What makes him the authority I bow down to? I want to be a journalist, and even though I start with blogging, I really don't want to get my advice from some guy that makes his income through whining.)

OH KAY. I'm done.

TRUE LIFE: I fail at life.

So today, I was totally going to finish my application for St. John Fisher's college.
Yeah, totally.
Until I chickened out on the essay, procrastinated until today, and then couldn't find the damn thing!!!
I fail miserably. Just ready to "pull a Kurt Cobain," as Tupac coined the term. Or something crude like that about suicide. I forget the exact wording, but it really doesn't matter.
ANYWAYS??! What am I going to do? I had the application fee waivered and everything! Aw, hell. I fail. I really am ready to take the keys, sneak out of the house, take my moms car, and drive at 70 mph off the thruway.
And yes, I am typing my disgust (at myself) instead of searching around my room, scrounging for it.

Wow. I fail so much.