Darkness Coats Us... Version 6.66

On High Alert For Terror...

Navakid13@aol.com — Sun, 19 Dec 2004 22:07:37 GMT

He'll be the death of us all, we are not a nation, we are doomed generation, WAR. If only we could be aware. Never will we see the day when decency will prevail, God have mercy on our souls. We've always been destined to fail, as I look around I see our world begin to crumble apart. Our "great leader" will succumb, and the third great war will begin...United We Stand, United We'll Fall...

...and I wont sit back and watch anymore, while all the fallacies and lies become to much to handle

Navakid13@aol.com — Fri, 29 Oct 2004 21:33:02 GMT

only 4 more days, I hope to fucking god that bush does not win.

Micro-Machines

Navakid13@aol.com — Wed, 15 Sep 2004 21:48:22 GMT

I haven't really updated in awhile. Not much to really say. I went to So. Cal. and went to Magic Mountain. My bike got stolen and I got a new one. My birthday is next week and I'll be 21...my grandma is coming up and so is my little brother, it will be nice to see there faces. I really miss my grandma. I hate my job and have been looking for a different one. I don't think I like the whole salon scene after all...too much going on. I'm getting to the point in my life where you look back and see life is really beautiful and really ugly at the same time. I don't think I'v done as much as could have in the past, I have NOT accomplished much and I'm getting older and think it's time to DO something with my life. I also want to help out my grandma, and to do that I need to do better with myself. I really want to help her out, and one way I can is to do something with my life, be something...if I do that I can help in more ways. I have spent half the day looking for a job and and the other half thinking...thinking about what I really want to do. I'v come to terms that I have NOT done much with my life, I need to focus on my goal now and that is going to take some work, and I'm up to it. By next year (2005) I will NOT be in San Jose (hopefully sooner)...I'd like to be in San Diego but...who knows. I'm changing in more ways then one, more that gaining a year, more then I ever thought I could and I'm doing something I'v always wanted to do...

The USA Is Run By Big Companys....

Navakid13@aol.com — Thu, 01 Jul 2004 02:41:00 GMT

I got a job at Umbrella Salon, Tomorrow is my 4th day. I really like this job. Go See "Fahrenheit 9/11" (even if you dont like Mr. Moore go see the movie). I'v been reading Michael Moore's new book and both the movie and book are great. The End

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Navakid13@aol.com — Mon, 07 Jun 2004 16:16:49 GMT

So after 2 years there I quit The Repatory Theatre...I couldn't stand all the things that were changing, the place and the job was not fun anymore...and the new people were a bunch of fucks...the new director of public relations was a fucker (I hate him), it's because of him sharron quit and I lost my job in inside sales, AND I lost out on doing renewals, which if I did I would have made lots of money (like $4,000 in one month)...I worked hard to get to renewals and that FUCK came walking in like he was the shit...fuck him...
My mom got me free tix to warped tour, free??? yeah she works at the Fair grounds where it's being held at in ventura...I used to work there to when I lived there...the only down side is that I have to go to Ventura...
My little brother is graduating from high school on thursday...he's going to some Computer college, and he got a scollership...so weird, he's going to be 19 in November...odd

Navakid13@aol.com — Sun, 06 Jun 2004 21:15:31 GMT

What sick ridiculous puppets we are, and what gross little stage we dance on. What fun we have dancing and fucking, Not a care in the world. Not knowing that we are nothing...WE ARE NOT WHAT WAS INTENDED.

New Ink...

Navakid13@aol.com — Thu, 03 Jun 2004 02:56:08 GMT

Still needs color...we didn't have time to do it so I'm going back...yay!

Bikes Rawk...

Navakid13@aol.com — Sun, 23 May 2004 02:31:47 GMT

So I sold my car...I didn't need or use it ever. I drove it about 2 times in the last 2 months. I bought my girlfriend and I bikes so we can ride around downtown, since we live downtown and all, I ride to work too. I got the Black one and she got the PINK one....

We got baskets for the front too. There Diamond Backs...hmmm

I'm getting some Tattoo work done on Wednesday...Pics when it's done.

Navakid13@aol.com — Sun, 16 May 2004 01:54:10 GMT

you are one of these metalcore fucks. every band
you listen to sounds exactly the same. they all
are just breakdowns and pinch harmonics. get
some variety. you like to go in the pit to hurt
people. that's real cool. go jump off a bridge.

what kind of asshole scene kid are you?
brought to you by Quizilla

Back in San Jose...

Navakid13@aol.com — Sun, 09 May 2004 21:02:01 GMT

Well Hawaii was the most beautiful place I'v ever seen. I love it there. It's picture perfect, the water is clear and the sand is white, it's great. I went snorkeling, and rented a jet ski, it was fun! I got drunk a lot, Blue Hawaiian's are the shit, the ice blended kind. So I liked it there SO much that I'm moving there...yup! I'm moving to Hawaii in August and I'm going to live there for about 3 or 4 years. I'm selling the shit I dont need and the stuff I dont take is going to be stored at family's houses. My car is for sale too. This will be fun but I'm going to have to work hard. I'm going to put the hair thing on hold. While I'm living Hawaii I will be working towards a Journalism Major. The end.

Navakid13@aol.com — Thu, 29 Apr 2004 17:00:52 GMT

So I leave for Hawaii today at 4:30. It's a 5 hour flight, so I'm going to just listen to me cd's on my walkman...yeah. I'v never been there so it's going to be rad. I'm going to the island of Oahu...the one with Pearl Harbor on it!!!! I'm staying at this place called "The Ocean Resort" and it's right on the beach...I guess the room I'm getting is like a apt. so that should be nice....yeah a lot to do there. And Sharron and Pat are getting married there, on the beach, on Saturday. I get to see family too...like my Grandfather that never calls me or talks to me...asshole...I haven't seen or talked to him in like 3 years, what a fuck!!! I'v tryed talking and going to see him but he just says "Why don't you ever call, or come by"...it's like motherfucker you know how to dial a number too, and I know your not lame so your able to come see me, but you dont! He's just a self centered rich old man that supports BUSH! yeah that should say enough...moving on. When I get back from Hawaii I get to go down to So. Cal. with Joanna, I get to see her Grandma and Grandpa...there so rad, I stole them, there mine now hahahaha!

Imgoingtomissyouthisweekwhileimgonejustrememberiloveyou!

Navakid13@aol.com — Mon, 26 Apr 2004 19:10:17 GMT

So I leave for Hawaii on thursday. I think it's going to be fun. Right when I get back I leave for So. Cal. for a few days. I'm going to be fuckin beat when I get back...haha

Navakid13@aol.com — Thu, 22 Apr 2004 16:46:18 GMT

1. studded belt - 2 points: 2
2. dyed black hair - 2 points: 2
3. thick rimed glasses - 2 points: 0
4. tight shirts/pants - 2 points each: 4
5. gaudy belt buckle - 2 points each: 4
6. clothing bought from a thrift store - 2 points each: 2
7. having hair with bangs longer than the rest - 2 points: 0
8. trucker hats - 2 points: 2
9. messenger bag - 3 points: 3
10. livejournal/myspace/friendster account - 2 points each: 6
11. saucony/new balance/ converse shoes - 2 points per pair: 2
12. mountian climbing key thingy - 2 points: 0
13. X'd up mosh gloves - 10 points: 0
14. scarf - 2 points: 0
15. refering to bands as acronym - 2 points: 0
16. vegan diet - 5 points: 0
17. vegitarian diet - for shame, no points: 0
18. food not bombs participation - 5 points: 5
19. straight edge - 5 points: 0
20. aspiring photographer - 3 points: 0
21. using adj from the late 80's/ early 90's (i.e. rad, gnarly, rockin', etc.) 1 point for each word in vernacular: 1
22. pins/buttons 1/2 point each: 15 1/2
23. plugs/body piercings - 2 points each: 2
24. vinyl collection - 10 points: 0
25. moldy peaches fan - 10 points: 0
26. liking metal seriously - deduct 5 points: 0
27. liking metalcore - 5 points: 5
28. reading books over 300 pages long - 3 points: 0
39. riding a bike - 5 points: 0
30. participating in "the mosh" - 5 points: 5
31. tea aficianado - 5 points: 0
32. writing poetry - 5 points: 5
33. attended 50 shows or more in a year - 2 points: 2
34. attending hell fest - 5 points: 0
35. being in a band - 5 points: 5
36. working at an indy record store/health food store - 5 points: 0
37. clapping durring midpaced part of a song - 5 points: 5

total= 77.5

0-24 - poser! get out or be forced out.
25-44 - beginner. attend more shows, buy more records, you'll be fine.
45-74 - scenester. you've been around awhile and you know what's up, good job.
75 - or more - GOD! i bow to thee with your knowledge of everything hardcore.

Love works in weird ways...

Navakid13@aol.com — Sun, 18 Apr 2004 04:23:19 GMT

hey, fellas. wake the fuck up. she's probably standing right next to you. maybe she works in your building. maybe she serves you coffee. my bet is she's not far away, is extremely accessible, and in a lot of cases wondering why you don't fucking get it. she may even ask her friends over drinks or while watching Sex in the City why you don't fucking get it, which in the long run won't bode well for you...trust me.

now close your eyes and try to picture a girl you would be really happy to have on your arm. the girl that you'd actually be proud to walk through a major city with because you'd have that feeling you have when you think you have something that other guys want, or should want. we don't have to be talking LOVE, fellas...just someone you might TREAT WELL rather than just want to bone once or twice. got that girl pictured? her looks...her manner...some of it?

now if that girl in your head resembles or just plain IS someone from the following categories, take note:

- pop stars: guys, come on. britney spears is an airhead who probably can't cook spaghetti, much less have an intelligent conversation about anything but celebrity rumors and TEEN magazine. christina, brandy, michelle, avril...not one of them is good-looking before three hours of make-up SHE CAN'T PUT ON HERSELF and while you may be incredibly proud of yourself if you managed to intrigue any one of them, you're getting sloppy seconds to some of the pussiest musicians alive.

- movie stars: for all you angelina jolie or julia roberts or demi moore types, turn off the television. these woman in most cases are very, very selfish people, despite what you may see or hear about their service efforts or adopted children from rwanda. when your contract for a shitty movie who's only selling point is your TITS is not only for millions of dollars, but also includes everything from pocket money during filming that you couldn't POSSIBLY need, to the fucking LATTE you'll recieve every morning from some hard-working intern you won't so much as notice, you have lost touch with reality and will undoubtedly end up with another self-absorbed movie star or musician. if you're not one of those things, stop imagining yourself as one.

- movie star (part b): ask yourself one thing if your dream woman resembles a movie star...what the hell do you know about her? odds are you're either picturing her in the context of one of her characters...say lara croft or viv (pretty woman)...and haven't figured out that SHE'S ACTING...or you're thinking "she seems caring" or "she seems so nice and fun"...in which case YOUR MISSING THE POINT. those qualities exist in people you see every day...people you enjoy being around...SO PAY ATTENTION TO THEM!!

- the models: yeah, you just saw some woman splashed across a photo spread in the sports illustrated swimsuit issue and wish you could parade her around in front of your friends. first of all, STOP BEING SHALLOW...a woman is not an object. second, she probably DOESN'T EAT and has so many issues as a result of it, that your head would explode if you tried to spend even a weekend with her. she lives a life completely based on her LOOKS, which will GIVE OUT SOME DAY. it is totally unrealistic for you to expect the woman you meet to look like her, and i doubt you'd want to spend all day shopping or hearing about the new dolce & gabbana spring clothing line.

- your best friend: this one can go either way. i simply suggest you don't FUCK IT UP. if you're lucky enough to have a woman you can be yourself around and let into your dirty, perverted mind on a semi-regular basis, you owe it to yourself NOT to pull something STUPID because you listened to your DICK again. if you think she is perfect for you and you're perfect for her, there are only a few reasons that you wouldn't already be together. all of them require that the issue be brought up between you...which doesn't mean you try to get her wasted and then "see what happens" (translate: "you trying to slyly get her naked"). in any case, either she FEELS THE SAME WAY or she DOESN'T! if she does, consider yourself lucky, and treat her with the utmost respect until you leave this earth. if she doesn't, do EVERYTHING YOU CAN to avoid letting your feelings ruin what the two of you already have. that means you need to BE HONEST about where you're at emotionally and may need to take a break from her to remind yourself as to how important to you she is, rather than getting your boxers all in a bunch like a SELFISH BITCH because you CAN'T HAVE SOMETHING YOU WANT.

- the mary-kateandashley thing: the twins are a good example of a current fad to fantasize about these young hotties who now seem to come in pairs more often than not. i remind you that these girls are SEVENTEEN, and wear enough make-up to make zsa zsa gabor look homely. beyond that, see above.

- the nympho: so you wish you could find a girl who loved sex as much as you do. well...most woman love GOOD sex MORE than you do. because it's rare. if you started paying attention to what a woman wanted from you in bed, she'd want to fuck your brains out every day. however, the only relationship that sex will sustain over time is the one you have with your HAND.

- the cool chick: this has gotta be the most common gripe about woman a guy can make..."i just wish i could find a really cool chick." hey, almost every woman is cool in her own right, and more than likely a lot of the woman you know are even cooler than you think they are. but a woman is still a woman, not a guy, and needs to be treated as such. she needs to know that she's special, and letting her fuck you, despite what you're arrogant ass may hope, doesn't convey the message "i value you". a woman doesn't have to like football or video games or poker in order to understand that in at times your world might revolve around them. but if you want to be yourself so damn bad, and do things you love to do, than you need to get your head out of your ass and realize that she needs the SAME THING. a 'cool chick' will listen to you bitch about your baseball team if you're willing to LISTEN when she bitches about work, or wants you to listen to a song she loves.

there's no need to start seeking out the 'right girl'. but stop joking yourselves and writing woman off who don't meet some expectations you have of them that are entirely the product of marketing or misconception. there's nothing wrong with one-night stands, short relationships, or dating a few people at once, as long as there's a level of honesty, with both yourself and the people you encounter, employed by YOU.

the world is full of absolutely beautiful women, many of whom you have probably kept in your periphery while staring at some girl's chest or making dirty jokes with the boys. it does a guy a lot of good to pay attention to the women he knows...to learn from them...and to figure out who they are and what the world looks like from their eyes.

soon you'll find women are putting a smile on your face for all the RIGHT reasons, like my girlfriend does for me.

Get a broom...

Navakid13@aol.com — Sun, 18 Apr 2004 02:28:25 GMT

Dear leaf blower man,

Every Wednesday morning, you unleash your giant Conair mere steps away from my livingroom window. It bellows an eardrum-smashing shrill that reverberates throughout every square foot of my 2-room box.

This week, I watched you……YOU with your headphones, goggles, and a steel expression that is unbroken. You become absorbed in your task…pretending not to notice the innocent passerby who attempts to escape the blast of your fiery air. You strangely lose all sensitivity to the well being of those around you, becoming almost non-human....becoming one with your machine.

I see how you hide your flesh under dark, baggy overalls...blowing leaves to and fro...getting nowhere in the scheme of things. Those leaves will return or settle in the yard of another who will be left to endure your wrath. And you know the game, leaf blower man. Someone will hire you or another of your kind to blow their leaves...but on a different day. Perhaps a Tuesday, a Thursday, or perhaps even a Monday. And our neighborhood will be taken over and subjected to your torturous squeal…and torn away from us will be the peace and tranquility of our suburban mornings.

Stop the madness, leaf blower man. Please….destroy your evil machine and get a broom, damn you. Damn you! DAMN YOU LEAF BLOWER MAN!!!!

Yeah...

Navakid13@aol.com — Fri, 09 Apr 2004 21:09:57 GMT

M.Shadows Of Avenged Sevenfold.

Dear LOUD Ass Mother Fucker!

Navakid13@aol.com — Tue, 06 Apr 2004 23:08:38 GMT

I understand that you feel the need to compensate for the inadequate size of your peen with a straight-pipe, tuned-for-extra-noise rolling temper tantrum. And, fer sure, the rest of us lowly civilians with an unnatural need to sleep at 3:00 in the FUCKING morning are in utter and complete awe of your noise generating capabilities. Clearly you are, by a long shot, the loudest and most impressive monkey in the jungle. And PUH-LEEEEESE don't give me that infantile crap about how "loud pipes save lives". By that rationale, drivers of small cars should be leaning on their horns while driving to alert other traffic of their weasly little presence. By the way, did you ever notice that most of your noise cone is BEHIND your fucking motorcycle, rendering it pretty useless as an early warning system??? The only way that somebody ahead of you is going to hear your bike is by bouncing your noise pollution off the wall of an apartment building or some other civilian structure populated by small-minded folks who wonder why your personal enjoyment should be more important the need for reasonable calm of EVERYBODY ELSE in a four block radius. Nope, the only reason why you have tweaked your bike to emit on average 150-200 ear bleeding decibels while idling is that you want to draw attention to your pathetic, insecure, socially retarded self. Me, me, me! Pay attention to ME! I am loud! Yeah! I am really LOUD! This Goes for All operators of boom (Loud Stereos) cars (by the way, FUCK YOU TOO)

My Apologies To The Walking Dead...

Navakid13@aol.com — Tue, 06 Apr 2004 21:23:18 GMT

Your jealousy has built a fire around your house and i hope these flames sear your fucking mouth shut. gossip, rumors...i was just another 5 minute movie to hit your empty theatre. i was just another 5 minute story. was it a lack respect that turned our friendship so sour? i will not feel sorry for you anymore. i hope this hits you right between the fucking eyes. we forged this hammer for one reason , to crush every bone that youve pampered. sleep tonight with the ashes and decorate your heart with death. sleep tonight and let god tell you his secrets because youre sure as fuck gonna need to know something as fake as waking up.

<3

Fucking Rich Bitch, I Hope you Die On Your way Home!

Navakid13@aol.com — Sun, 04 Apr 2004 04:19:43 GMT

So about 2 1/2, almost 3 years ago the Rep. had these stupid coupons that were "$20 off your purchase"...okay well the dumb fuck that sent these out (was not Sharron) never put an Exp. date on them...SMART!
Okay so about 8 months ago they put a sign in the gift shop saying they dont take them anymore, there old, and I was told not to take them! So some smart ass fucking bitch just came in with one, acted like she didn't see the sign, and tried to use it. I let her know, very nicely, that we dont accept them anymore. She starts to freak out and ask "well why NOT?!?!?!"...(bitch you saw the sign, dont play dumb with me) So I let her know that they were old and I was told NOT to take them, oh and there is the sign that I point out to her. She flips out on me and tells me I "HAVE TO TAKE IT, THERE'S NO EXPIRATION DATE ON THEM!"...(I know snotty bitch BUT my boss told me NOT to take them) So I let her know that I cant take it but I can call my boss (the house manager) and she can talk to him. "NO NO NO it's against the law not to take them, YOU HAVE TO TAKE THEM"...(at this point I wanted to slap the bitch across the face and kill her, slowly) but I let her know that if I take it I could lose my job, because I was told N-O-T to take them, under any condition. Bitch lady them flips out leave's and on her way out tells me she is going to "sue me"...And her dumb rich friends start snickering at me too as they fallow her out...I could here them bitching all the way down the hall... I hope she dies on her way home after the show...by the way I hope you enjoy our shitty production tonight...BITCH!

Navakid13@aol.com — Sun, 04 Apr 2004 03:42:39 GMT

I hate that fucking term "Cowboy Up!"... I offer the following alternatives to "Cowboy Up!":

1. Fisherman Cast!
2. Professor Teach!
3. Doctor Heal!
4. Banker Invest!
5. Insuranceman, er, do something or other
6. Lawyer Litigate!
7. Liberal Protest!
8. Geek Program!

wow, really gets your blood pumpin' don't it?...yeah I'm a dork, I know...

Fuckin Aye! A Walk Away...

Navakid13@aol.com — Sat, 03 Apr 2004 05:34:30 GMT

Well folks, I just took the perfect dump. It is what I refer to as a "walkaway." For me they are a rare occurence, like a comet. Anyway, here is what transpired.

Dump comes out, perfect size and texture, no oder. It rips a 10.00 entry into the water that would make any Olympic diver jealous. Disappears down the pipe. The entry was so perfect, no water splashes at all! The millions of nerve endings on my ass send this signal to my brain, "no need to wipe, perfect dump, nothing here, simply walkaway." Even though I know there is nothing there, caution prevails, I wipe, nothing. Confirmation having been obtained, my chest begins to swell with pride. I'm washing my hands, look into the mirror, give myself a thumbs up, a nod and a grin and think to myself, "a fucking walkaway!" I theorize that if everyone in the world could dump like this every single time, the world would be a very happy place. I hope nobody reading this is (A) constipated today or (B) hung over taking nasty assed sewage craps all day.

I fell like dancing!!!!!

THE TRUTH ABOUT THE SEXES

Navakid13@aol.com — Fri, 02 Apr 2004 21:40:16 GMT

TRANSLATING WOMEN'S ENGLISH !!
Yes = No
No = Yes
Maybe = No
We need = I want
I'm sorry = You'll be sorry
We need to talk = I need to complain
Sure...go ahead = I don't want you to
Is my butt fat? = Tell me I'm beautiful
Do what you want = You'll pay for this later
I'm not upset = Of course I'm upset, you moron!
Are you listening to me?? = Too late, you're dead
You have to learn to communicate = Just agree with me
Be romantic, turn out the lights = I have flabby thighs
You're so.. manly = You need a shave and you sweat a lot
Do you love me? = I'm going to ask for something expensive
It's your decision = The correct decision should be obvious by now
You're certainly attentive tonight = Is sex all you ever think about??
I'll be ready in a minute = Kick off your shoes and find a good game on TV
How much do you love me? = I did something today that you're really not going to like

TRANSLATING MEN'S ENGLISH
I'm hungry = I'm hungry
I'm sleepy = I'm sleepy
I'm tired = I'm tired
Nice dress = Nice cleavage!
I love you = Let's have sex now
I'm bored = Do you want to have sex?
What's wrong = I guess sex tonight is out of the question
I love you, too = Okay, I said it...we'd better have sex now!
May I have this dance? = I'd eventually like to have sex with you
Can I call you sometime? = I'd eventually like to have sex with you
Do you want to go to a movie? = I'd eventually like to have sex with you
Can I take you out to dinner? = I'd eventually like to have sex with you
Will you marry me? = I want to make it illegal for you to have sex with other guys
You look tense, let me give you a massage = I want to have sex with you in the next ten minutes
Let's talk = I am trying to impress you by showing that I am a deep person and maybe then you'd like to have sex with me
I don't think those shoes go with that outfit = I am gay

FUCK!

Navakid13@aol.com — Tue, 30 Mar 2004 23:21:36 GMT

You can count on the arrival of spring to bring many things - sun, birds, women's exposed ass cracks in low-slung jeans, flowers, and Beelzebub's magic fairy dust. Yeah, Beelzebub, aka Satan, sometimes goes by the name of Mephistopheles - he brings out the big guns in spring. It's called POLLEN, and it sucks my tight little ass.

Every spring, my enjoyment of sun and breeze is brought togeather by the choking, sneeze-inducing, eye-watering Devil Spew of Pollen. It causes me to morph from a reasonably young man to a snorting, sniffling, dripping, coughing, tearing, and very bitter red-eyed shrew.

I'm just looking outside the window right now (as best I can look through eyes that are puffy slits), and I am not enjoying the scenery of the pretty trees with their pretty white fluffs of flowers, because I see the wind loosening the flowers, and like demonic snow, the pollen is flying. Flying straight into my mucus membranes and making me slowly die. I dream of taking others down with me as I go.

My head feels like an evil force removed my brain and took a large cotton ball and rammed it into my brain cavity. I can't smell anything, I wheeze when I breathe, and my allergy medicine is making me feel like the head zombie on the Dawn of the Dead, and it's not even working...In short, I'm moving to Canada. Snow can't make you sneeze, can it?

I'm moving to Canada...

Navakid13@aol.com — Tue, 30 Mar 2004 23:02:28 GMT

Politics,
Why is it that everyone has to take a clearly defined side and root for their man.
You know what, Bush is a liar... Kerry is too.
Clinton, Bush Sr., Reagan, all of them were liars as well.
They're all assholes and they all fucked good hard working Americans out of one thing or another.
Why the fuck do you need to be defined as a liberal or conservative, or any of it?
Seriously, why can't you have an opinion that defies party lines?
I know, because you can't turn off your fucking tv for long enough to have an opinion of your own.
I see some people quoting some good shit.
Alot of it makes sense. Hell, some of it sounds downright perfect.
Except for the fact that it's probably just some spin that you read or heard in your news source of choice.
Read all of it, make your own decisions, but most important of all, be fucking honest with yourself no matter how much it hurts your fragile little ego.
Personally, I can't even look at Bush without wanting to punch him in his runty little face, but I can still admit that he's not the anti-christ.
He's a politician(a bad one)and they're all the same.
And no matter who's in office, they're gonna do the bare minimum of work they have to do for the people, while making sure that they take care of the people that got them there.
Clinton is a fuck, Bush is a fuck, Kerry's a fuck, they're all assholes and you'd probably be shocked to know what most of them really think about you....Or how little they think of you at all.
In the meantime, keep bickering amongst yourselves about trivial shit while they all keep on doing their thing and fucking us over.

How many of you actually stop to think about what's really important in life?
Do you really think it's that shaved pussy, or that SUV?
That new pair of Jordans in their 5,000th new color?
What overpaid athelete is playing where, or what he said about his overpaid coach?
WHO GIVES A FUCK?!
None of these people care about you.
None of them have to wake up to your miserable life.
None of them are going to pay your bills, but somehow we keep watching and giving them our money.
We keep wearing their Jersey and jacking anyone who thinks our team isn't number one.

Who gives a fuck what team is better, or who has the better short stop?
Read a fucking book, take your kids to a park.
Tell your wife you love her and maybe take her out on a date for no reason other than you love her and you're happy that she washes your fudgy underwear without killing herself.
Instead of watching a football game, why don't you learn how to do something that you always wanted to do?
Learn how to re-build an engine, sew yourself some new pants, plant a garden and eat fresh vegetables.
Do anything, but for fucks sake, turn off the tv for a while.

Sometimes I wonder if everyone knows that it's all bullshit, but they're just afraid of what will happen if they stop leting themselves be brainwashed.
Maybe they'd realize that it all means nothing.
There is no finish line.
Nobody really wins.
There is absolutely no reason to get married and have children.
Life is pointless.

I'm not saying kill yourself right now, because that's just stupid.
Fuck it, you're here so you might as well have a good time.
The thing is, it DOESN'T seem like anyone is really having a good time.
How can you be having fun when all you do is bitch and complain about everything?
We're the biggest bunch of complaining and worrying mother fuckers ever.
Me included.
How the hell did we get this way?
When did it happen, when was all of the joy and beauty sucked out of life?
What ever happened to being defined by the kind of person you were in each situation, and not by what you drive, or your salary, or job title?
I love it when I see some talking-head on tv trying to seem important, and under their name it says something like "tv personality", or "fashion guru"... what the fuck!?
Why can't it just say "Bob"? (Like that "cujo" motherfucker on acess hollywood)

Maybe we have too much information at out disposal.
A never ending supply of useless crap to help us all define who we think we want to be.
An endless supply of "entertainment" to help us all forget that there is no point to life, or anything else that we're supposed to do to keep this "American Dream" floating.

If anyone has any answers I'd love to hear them, because I'm burnt out on all the bullshit...Fuck it, I'm moving to Canada!

NEW Doggie For ME!!!!!!

Navakid13@aol.com — Mon, 29 Mar 2004 02:24:14 GMT

I got a new dog today, the little pup is soooo cute! i <3 my doggie. Tomorrow Eric is helping me move to my new Apt. I'm so glad to get out of that shitty house, the people there are crazy! AND I get to live downtown SJ!