Randoms.

Random Thoughts

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I hate the song hotel california. where the hell is this mysterious place of temporary residence and what is so fucking myserious about it. What bothers me more, is how people put it up there with the classics, classic my ass, it doesnt make sense and is pretentious as shit. \

Walnuts look like brains

the Goth are attention whores

Keaton was the best batman hands down, and furthermore, the one with Alicia Silverstone was an abortion of a film


I constantly have battles with inanimate objects. My most recent was the battle with the tub "overflow" drain. the one that starts to suck water out if you fill it up too much. Well I feel like its trying to fuck me out of a good relaxing bath by being loud and all sucky noisy, so I lift my ass out of the water with just one leg and one arm in, until it "thinks" (think being the operative word, pointing out that I truly beleive that this hunk of porcelain and metal is trying to defeat me) that the tub is low enough. sometimes it works, sometimes i have to hoist myself up again, either way, I'm a fucking retard. Honestly, this is a sentence that I said while gritting my teeth staring at thedrain: "oh no, where did all the water go fucker? guess you have to shut the fuck up?" and then, when it works. I honestly sit there with this shit eating grin on my face,like I just defeatedthe hitler of bathtubs in a tete a tete. yeah I'm nuts.
here are some other thingsI constantly battle to the death with:
My car, the motion detector on the garage, the alarm clock, the remote, the baby gate, my shoes, tight t-shirts, the cover on the gas tank, the coffee maker, the blinds, fitted sheets, things "hiding" on the floor of my car,cd's that won't work, and of course the shit stain computer.

when did nelly furtado become a prosititute? I could have sworn she was a credible artist. once again, the corporate star machine proves me wrong