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.