0 comentarii Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Looking back at it now, as I sit here unable to breath, speak or swallow correclty with a piece of textile in my mouth I don't really think it was a good idea. But then again who am I to argue with a trained professional? Amazing enough but true: I have made the cut for Myth Busters today by busting a few myself.

1. It is in fact NOT true that anesthetics make you go high. It does make you drowsy. I mean like I could just fall asleep on the keyboard using the monitor as a bedrest. I could use a coffee but I couldn't drink it.

2. The extraction is not painful. I honestly didn't feel a thing after being shot full of a siring load of shit. Therefor I do not wanna hear anyone about pains and fears of going to the dentist. If you do feel pain...well...it just surves you right for going to the butcher at the corner market.

3. (and most important) The tooth fairy may give you a doller for every tooth you put under the pillow but the dentist takes ~$15 for every tooth he takes out.

....oh...and as for the fact that every tooth you lose makes IT bigger is absolutely ture. I mean you should've seen the sheer size of it. I mean, black people used to run in terror if they saw it. But now....!

Anyway, before the anestetic wears of and I go back to being beligerant and insane I would like to say that this was not one of my best days and even though it was a slightly uncomfortable experience it can in no way compare to the horrors of living in this zoo you people call a society.

Have a....whatever.

......................................................................look at the pretty colors.

0 comentarii Tuesday, July 8, 2008

You know what really pisses me off? People that can't take a hint. But that's not really what I wanna talk about. I'm really starting to hate cellphones. Besides the fact that your every second of privacy is invaded by some retard looking for something or someone or just wanting to chat you get all sorts of bastards that just refuse to understand why you can't do some thing or another over the phone. I tried. Really, I did. I even answered somebody elses phone while they were away. I know what you're thinking: "Why answer someone elses phone?". Well, I just assumed that since the person is indisposable and the person calling was a mutual aquaintance....why not? I spent about 10 minutes explaining that the person was away and could not be reached. A menior task that would've normally taken a couple of second plus telling the person to call back in half an hour. But it didn't. It took 10 minutes all in which the person kept screaming that they wanted to talk to the person no matter where they are.

Another thing I hate is when someone calls in someone elses name just to pass a message. Not only do I have to decypher the message but I also get the anguish of trying to explain to a person that has no idea what I'm talking about the details. If you're not a secretary and legally bound to calling and are not in full knowlege of the subject, please, just do me a favour and don't call.

Now, I like the idea of calling someone instead of seeing their face couse besides the fact that I don't have to worry about the smell and stare at some hideous malformation called an eye socket I can just tell them from a reasonably safe distance what I want and just be done with it. But all the useless or elongated conversations just kill me. The joke's over. It's stale. Get over it, tell your girlfriend or boyfriend or mom or whatever to just stay out of it and call yourself. And in all due respect, call, but make it short. I don't wanna spend the best part of my day (reading comics,watching cartoons, eating baby heads (cannibalism's good, yeah?) or just breathing) with useless and prolonged conversations.

I'm done. Don't make me ignore your calls!

0 comentarii Sunday, July 6, 2008

I'd just like to start this days blog off by mentioning the fact that I did not die yet, nor did I (sadly enough) move to another country. I'm still living my life out in hermitage with a bottle of wine or cherry living the good life. The urban myth that I am unable to die or in any way become dead is in fact true.

I'm really tired of writing about assticks that don't deserve the time of day let alone the privilege of my awesome brain mocking them. As a final punchline to all the retards considered as a mass I send as a personal gift a box of spider-monkeys to play with.

Now, moving along to another note I have to admit that I am quite displeased at the fact that no one reads my blog save a few individuals that stumble upon it by mistake. More over even those few leave without even saying a word. By now even if your screen is small and you can't see the whole post you might be able to see the small button that reads "Comments" at the bottom. I can understand that my powers of observation and the sheer size of my brainmeat could make grown men gasp and fall into despair but all the same I will accept any of your measly offerings to my supreme being.

In closing I would like to wish everyone a not so unhappy day and all that....

PS: The spider-monkeys carry a high concentration of antrax and pee acid.

0 comentarii Friday, July 4, 2008

I find it ugly myself at some point that i refrain myself from any social interaction. Between work and...well, mostly nothing I really don't have the time or the mental stability to go outside. My mind just refuses to cooperate with the semi-symbiotic creatures that live outside my sanctum. Yet still, for some reason I'm still here, venting my anger and something that seems to be sadness of sorts. Let's be blunt, even if we say that we haven't, not going out means no interaction and even if I eventually build up the nerve to step out without some deathray-thing all I would find would be a bunch of meat puppets all moving to the same jig.
After spending a couple of hours reading a comic series I found myself in a weird vertigo traveling all the way down to the devils armpits, laughing my ass off at the main character, a typically antisocial goth chick and all the time realizing more and more that I need something like that. Someone funny and someone that at the same time hates the world as much as I do. I....sometimes I just don't get how life always manages to give you one over. There. I've said it and all at once. I need to sort out my shit, I really do, and I know it. In other news I finally managed to finish my first big project which lasted 2 weeks and I'm curious to see the first printed versions actually being used. It's stupid, I know and by now you're most probably thinking "This retard's going on and on to no end about his retarded life." and I can understand that. But then again I'm rambling. So how's your day? That's nice. Well, gotta go do something more interesting now.