Emotions

I kinda haven't been blogging at all. I don't have time for this I'm too busy doing cool guy. . . I mean awesome man stuff. If I took blogging seriously it would'nt be to pour out my emotions and problems.

You're supposed to hold you're feelings inside the back of your mind until the mental barriers holding back those feelings collapse and you snap and go on a secret rampage and start picking up hookers and brutally murdering them and then dumping their bodies in the same place and then the police get a report from some guy who was taking a stroll and found the stash of dead hookers in various states of decay and then the CSI people find ur semen and put it in thier semen data base and it matches to you and they track you to a trashy motel where they catch you in the act and your like "Oh noes you got the wrong man" but they're like TAZER!!!. . . and you're like "Oww! Fuck!!" and you roll on the ground and they hit you with a tranquilizer because you're a fuckin' animal!! and the prostitute is like "holy shit" and then they tazer her too because prostitutes are bad whores! and it's also illegal in the state of Texas and then you wake up and you look around and see bars and relize that you're strapped down getting lethal injection but the guy who was supposed to fill the needles with poison accidentally filled them with steroids and you get super strength and break the restrints like wet noodles cuz you dont need them you're a fucking beast now look at you, you just broke out of prison with you're bare hands!!!
but oh noes the 6,000 cc's of pure anabolic steroids has made your heart explode you're dead,
Th3y taught y0u how to ki11 bu7 not how to 1ov3. . .And that's how you make a run on sentence.

ooh my illegally downloaded torrents just finished I now has Guns n' Roses Chinese Democracy album and Incredibad!!! all for free and if you tell the government i'll fuck u up!

Thought of the Day: I super hope my parents never ever read my blog. (Worried face)