I'M GRINDCORE.

to live outside the law, you must be honest.

"Godless" examines a set of beliefs known as "liberalism." It is the doctrine that prompts otherwise seemingly sane people to propose teaching children how to masturbate, allowing gays to marry, releasing murderers from prison, and teaching children that they share a common ancestor with the earthworm. (They haven't yet found the common ancestor ... but like O.J., the search continues.) "

if you want the full article, go to anncoulter.org.

and someone make a point to shoot her fucking brains out.

i recommend everyone pick up a copy of do androids dream of electric sheep?. it's top notch, if i do.

so let's talk about fucking idiots today. some days i'm really at my wit's end, especially with the fucking idiots that have no idea they're fucking idiots. these are the people that traipse around with their fucking noses in the air because they think they're better, or more talented, or because they listen or pretend to listen to "good" music so that when they walk by with their hot topic ramones shirt, everyone can look at them and be like "OH. THAT GUY IS IMPORTANT." fucking PLEASE. i mean, the national standard for young adults has been dwindling, but it seems like we've reached a new low lately. now fucking idiots start at a younger age, and find it appropriate to shove their "coolness" or "tuffness" in everyone's face. FUCK OFF. i seriously wish i could walk around downtown cranford or cranford high school with a bat sometimes and watch heads fly. the satisfaction would be on par of that of an orgasm. i haven't even gotten to the ones with INCREDIBLY SHITTY BANDS that have not even the most basic understanding of music, but no, that doesn't stop THESE fucking idiots, they have to convince everyone of their talent and dedication to a field they apparently have interest in. if music were a human being, i do not doubt for a second that it would stomp the absolute shit out of these fucking idiots. just because you have a band that covers punk songs DOESN'T MAKE YOU FUCKING COOL. chances are you are the exact opposite. and that goes for the ones that try to sound like fucking fall out boy, too. i don't even have to be the one to tell you, go to fucking drive-thru and have them tell you how fucking generic and wasteful at living you are. and next and last are the fucking myspace fucking idiots, with their fucking fancy backgrounds and "flattering" pictures. hey girls! no matter what angle you take your pictures at WE ALL STILL KNOW YOU'RE FUCKING FAT AND UGLY. photoshop only goes so far! oh. and last but not least, nobody cares what kind of fucking alcoholic beverage you are. do something resourceful and jerk off in the corner or something.

i take my clothes to the laundromat in a cardboard box to be one step closer to understanding garth algar.

...but will i ever truly understand?

june 18th 2pm
the stone pony
the captains + a bunch of other people

please come and flash your tits!

and by come i mean buy tickets from me, dave, jared, jesse, mike and most likely aileen and abri. do it. do it or die.

i'm so smelly. geez

MY CELL PHONE WORKS.

CALL MY CELL PHONE, FOOLS.

finally got a SWEET ASS apartment.

people that are allowed to come: EVERYONE DRINK MAD BEERZ. ESPECIALLY YOU DAILE, I'M TWO FEET FROM THE CRANFORD TRAIN STATION.
people that aren't allowed to come: austin and karen, aka police velcro.

walker told me i have aids.

my life is finally shaping out not to be a mess, since i've been excommunicated from the church of idiots, aka my family, and i have made a point to have friends that aren't obsessed with being judgemental and closeminded. there's been a lot of writing and reading going on, and i will hopefully be all moved in with the best person i've ever met by the end of this month. so yeah. for once, shit is tight, and appears as far as i can see, willing to stay that way.

i'm frustrated and disgusted with everything lately. people, location, everything. cranford is a waste, new jersey is a waste, america is a waste, north america is a waste, the world is a waste. the only people i can stand without being completely uninterested lately are dave, chelsea, lily, and if he counts, jello biafra. sorry if your not on that list. i'm not going to say it's nothing personal because with some of you it is. i want to set every store i see on fire. i want to buttfuck corporate america. i want to free all the animals in the fucking zoo for god's sake. and suddenly the answer to everyone's problems is not doing drugs or drinking or whatever. trust me, there's never been a better time to drink and smoke up, kids. i want to kill the president of applebee's and make his children watch. how did we let it get this far?

most importantly, when did i wake up and start caring?

i'm getting the black beast of arrrrrggggghhhhh tattooed on my back when i'm not poor.

he is the ugliest motherfucker on earth.

life hasn't really been happening lately. it's just sort of existing. i'm driving to vermont tomorrow.

don't make a fuss, just get on the bus.

oh and i've been wanted to get this down for a while, i might as well do it now:

i am so sick of all you stupid fucks wandering around with delusions of intelligence. pull your head out of your ass, walk into the nearest mcdonalds, apply for manager and accept your fate. seriously. because you will all lose eventually. or become president. it depends just how rampant you are in a couple of years.

anyone else down for joining VHEMT?

and yes, this does apply to like, stupid people i know and don't know alike. and i realize you're all everywhere, hidden in every fucking crack of the universe. so seriously. just like, knock it off.

christmas is stupid and boring as usual, i don't ever look forward to it, it's stupid and everyone is stupid and everything is stupid.

certain debauchery after i eat mashed potatoes and broccoli. hopefully hansen will be involved as he was last night, which in retrospect and even during-spect, was my actual christmas.

i got a really annoyingly gay phone, and it's awesome, because it allows me to look at ron burgundy every day, i have an abundance of cute baby pictures and i can't really be mad if everytime i get a text i hear 'jukebox hero' and everytime i get a call i hear 'rock n roll high school.'

fistmits.

so apparently wastes of life make around 1000 bucks a week.

jawesome.

i'm in a misfits cover band.

oh.

and chuck norris lost his virginity before his dad did.

fucking pigs, man.

endofstory.

edit: maya angelou is older than death.

deathby manatees (7:54:30 PM): hahahaha
deathby manatees (7:54:32 PM): wait
deathby manatees (7:54:36 PM): was i there?

three a.m. drunks, all over america, were staring at the walls, having finally given it up. you didn't have to be a drunk to get hurt, to be zeroed out by a woman; but you could get hurt and become a drunk. you might think for a while, especially when you were young, that luck was with you, and sometimes it was. but there were all manner of averages and laws working that you knew nothing about, even as you imagined things were going well. some night, some hot summer thursday night, you became the drunk, you were out there alone in a cheap rented room, and no matter how many times you'd been out there before, it was no help, it was even worse because you had got to thinking you wouldn't have to face it again. all you could do was light another cigarette, pour another drink, check the peeling walls for lips and eyes. what men and women did to each other was beyond comprehension.

...

the birds were already up, chirping, yet it was pitch dark. soon the people would be heading for the freeways. you'd hear the freeways hum, plus cars starting everywhere on the streets. meanwhile the 3 a.m. drunks of the world would lay in their beds, trying in vain to sleep, and deserving that rest, if they could find it.

i'm currently homeless.

i was going to start the job hunt today, but instead i'm getting drunk and then figuring out what to do.

maybe my parents are right, or maybe this is all just how it starts.

i don't really pay attention anymore.

bye.