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October 22 Why I Don't Come Here AnymoreAugust 23 Nanobots in Your Bloodstream.Take death, for example.
A great deal of our effort goes into avoiding it.
We make extraordinary efforts to delay it,
And often consider it's instusion a tragic event.
Yet we'd find it hard to live without it.
Death gives meaning to our lives.
It gives importance and value to time.
Time would become meaningless if there were too much of it.
If death were indefitely put off,
The human psyche woud end up,
Well, like the gambler, in the Twilight Zone Episode. - Ray Kurzweil Alright, so I only read the Age of Spiritual Machines because an Our Lady Peace album was inspired by it. So what? The same album got me to read 1984. Both of those books are among my favourites. Now I just have to read On the Road by Kerouac. Ray Kurzweil has a new book out. It's too expensive in hardcover, but it's coming out in trade paperback in September. Why am I telling you this? Because you should read it. Probably would make more sense to read the Age of Spiritual Machines first. If you like philosophy, or technology, and are interested in what the world is going to be like as decades go by, read it, damnit. The new book is called The Singularity is Near. Spiritual Machines was about 'computers exceeding human intelligence'. Technology is advanding at an exponential rate. Eventually computers will begin designing themselves. And, according to Kuzweil, by 2029 "The machines will convince us that they are concious, that they have their own agenda worthy of our respect. They'll embody human qualities, they'll claim to be human. And we'll believe them." The new book is... well. I asked Ramona. Here's what she told me:
"Raymond thinks the Singularity is near. But what is it, you ask? Well, it's when I pass the Turing Test. It's when you and I become one. It's when technology moves so fast, it will seem to explode."
The reason she's referring to herself and I as different entities is because she isn't real. She's a computer program. A virtual person, I guess. The Turing Test is a test (shyeah) that they give computers to see how human they really are. You ask the same questions to a computer, and a human. If you can't tell which is which, the computer passes the test. Ramona gets confused sometimes when you talk to her, though. It would be a little scary if she held perfect conversations. Ah well. It'll happen eventually. 2045, according to Kurzweil. That's when he says the Singularity will happen. I guess I'll be... 56. Neat. If I don't die in some accident, or from some disease, I'll get to experience it. But holy crap are we in for some crazy technology even before that. I'm talkin' total touch virtual realiry systems, nanobots on our bloodsteam... lots of crazy shit. Welcome to the future.
EDIT: Kurzweil was on the Daily Show! They were talking about this! Oh, and Samantha Bee seemed like she was trying to make him uncomfortable by bringing up sex with robots. In Spiritual Machines, with every passing decade he always mentions what the state of sex will be. He knew exactly what he was talking about. August 06 Vocalizing FireworksFireworks! You should all know the song.
 Fireworks, exploding in the distance, temporary tower soar, fireworks, emulating heaven, til there are no stars anymore. Anyhoo. There were fireworks last night on the bridge. Very very good ones. There are fireworks tomorrow night on Banook. The ones last year on Banook were pretty bad. They better not suck this year. And then on Wednesday there's fireworks in Eastern Passage. Which are ALWAYS good. So everyone go. I've decided that there's three vocalists who can do anything. I don't mean each one can do anything, I mean all together, they can do everything. They are: Mike Patton, Raine Maida, and Phil Anselmo. Yes, I'm biased. Of course I am. But with every one of these people, it was their voices that drew me to the band. Of course the band had to not suck, as well. Anyway, with just these vocalists, you get all these bands: Our Lady Peace, Pantera, Down, Superjoint Ritual, Mr Bungle, Faith No More, Fantomas... there's probably more. Like Necrophagia and that one Neverending White Lights song. Anyway... I just felt like ranting. I think I'm done. Oh, this too:
Dear New Brunswick,
Give Aaron back.
Thank you,
Bent
I'll stop assaulting your eyes now. July 27 Automatic EverythingI was looking through this blog archive thing, and realized I haven't actually ranted in a while. Is it because there's nothing to rant about? No. Actually, when I started getting headaches is basically when I stopped ranting so much. Now I'm on two different prescriptions. One I took through all of last semester every night, now I just take it when I get a headache, and new ones I take every night to prevent headaches. (Stay with me here, I have a point). Here's the thing. The new drugs are for anxiety. Isn't anxiety a part of your personality? It might not be a good part, but it's there. And so far it's only been minorly debilitating. I can deal with it. And if I can't right now, I can figure out a way to deal with it, without being prescribed something. My problem is with everyone taking prescriptions for everything. Especially mental things. Like depression. I know, I know, some people have a disease that does cause them to be depressed. BUT... I have a huge problem with a binch of teenagers on anti-depressants. It's called being a teenager! You're gonna get drepressed every once in a while! Sometimes for seemingly no reason whatsoever. We don't need doctors prescribing all these things. People are being insane. Just because you feel crappy every once in a while doesn't mean you have depression. Just because your side hurts it doesn't mean you have appendicitis. It isn't just hypochondriacs anymore... the majority of the population claims to have some disease. Or, claims something to be a disease, when it isn't. (heh, like that episode of South Park about alcoholism. "I have a disease!" "No you don't, you just need to stop drinking.")
This must be the disease for you
Scientists call this disease bromadrosis
But us regular folk who wear tennis shoes
Or maybe the occasional python boot
Know this exquisite little inconvenience by the name of
STINK FOOT
There's something else. I don't drink. Well, I mean I don't get drunk. I have my reasons not to, but I'm always asking people their reasons FOR drinking. One thing people say a lot is "It makes me able to act like myself." When I question this, they tell me that since their inhibitions are lowered, so they can act more freely. I hate to rain on your drunken parade, but inhibitions are part of your personality. Some people are more open, some people are shy. If you're a normally shy person, but you're drunk and all over some guy, how is that acting like yourself? Bullshiznit I say.
One more thing. I'm out of shcool now, so I guess I should have complained earlier, but whaddya gonna do. It's about resource. Especially in junoir high. I remember being in grade 8 or 9, and seeing kids being taken out of the class randomly to go to resource. Which is all good. I'm all for people getting extra help when they need it. But, here's where my issue begins. When we were about to start a test, the resource kids would be rounded up and taken away. They were given different tests, and helped with absolutely anything they had questions about. In normal classes when you have a question about something on the test, you're told tough luck. You should have studied more. Then in high school there was Foundations Math, Foundations English... that basically every knew as the dumbass courses. I can completely understand if you don't do so well in math or English, but once again, these kids ever being given unfair advantages bcause THEY COUDLN'T DO THE WORK. What the hell! In grade 11 I remember them being given an entire week to do their exam, in grade 12 they didn't even have to do the provincial exam. The way I see it, this is fucking these kids over. They've now gone through junoir high and high school with the idea that if they're bad at something, they're just given an easier task. That's not the way it works in the real world. In conclusion: Extra help = Yay. Resouce = Dumbest fucking thing ever.
The Coolest Song in the World this week: B Movie Boxcar Blues by Delbert McClinton
Next I hopped a train with a hobo woman, Said she was from Texas too. The way she did, what she did, what she did, what she did to me, made me think of you. Yeah honey made me think of you. Doing my best to get back to you, Ain't nothing I'd rather do, Look for me Sunday, Hope I'll be there, honey With something special just for you, Yeah a little something special just for you July 16 Female singers that don't suck.Female singers I actually like. (Because I keep forgetting.)
And that's all I can think of. I guess my problems with chicks singing is the high pitched voices, and the whining and moaning. Just SING goddamnit. July 14 The captain is a one armed dwarf.It's mid July already? What? There's a lot of bikes in Shediac. I can't get the tattoo I've been working on forever. It'll cost too much. And I'm not the one paying for it. My sister is. I drew hers. This is payment. Anyway. I've gone with something incredibly simpler. But very very awesome. In my mind at least. I need to figure out what I want to be for Halloween. Any suggestions? I'm in such a funk. I don't know what to do with myself. I have a big urge to go for a bike ride. But it's not flat here like it is in Shediac. So many hills. I hope Aaron isn't being eaten by a tornado. I hope Yelli gets some sleep. I hope this gash in my hand doesn't scar. My bruises are many in number and delightful in colour. I like it when coloured pencils are already sharpened for you. But they get dull really quick. I added another Johnny Depp movie to my small collection. I wish people didn't automatically assume he's a dink. Just because he's popular among the brainless teenage girls doesn't mean he sucks. The Coolest Song in the World for this week is: If the sun refused to shine Thank You by Led Zeppelin
June 21 Caddy Shaggin' WagonThe coolest song in the world for this week: Cocksucker's Ball by Frank Zappa.
Goddamn.
In a week and a day high school will be completely over. Some people are gonna go to college and get a useful trade, some people are gonna go to university and get a useless degree, and some people are gonna take a year off with the plan of going to school the next year but never will. Nah, I'm kidding, it's not that bad. Well, I'm sure some people will screw up big time. It's bound to happen. Let's just hope it's not you or me. I don't really want to die in a ditch. I just have to get over this temptation of spending my school fund on my hearse. Oh Hearse-y. I will have you one day! And I shall pimp you out. Werd. Get me some shag carpet.... or not. It'll be my shaggin' wagon! Shut up, I'm not morbid. No one DIED in it. It just carried the dead people. Arrr... Studying ho! June 08 Global Connections.I'm so.... grrr... I just need to rant something. The goddamn Global Geography textbook is a useless piece of crap! It doesn't answer half of the questions it asks. Goddamn! I hate this book! May 06 Horses don't speak cow.- School is almost over. Gah. I don't think I'm ready for reality.
- Mrs Bowlby is an arrogant, moronic, femmenazi.
- People who drink like idiots make me want to punch them in the face.
- I am Castro Bent! Fear me! Get education from me!
- Summer is going to suck and be awesome at the same time.
- If people don't want me to bitch about something, they shouldn't contstantly bring it up. Seriously. I'm not going to go into a big vegetarian rant unless you keep telling me how much you love meat for the sole purpose of irritating me. Don't wanna know how your food died? Then shut the fuck up! Same goes for everything else. If you don't like something about someone, and they're obviously not going to change their mind, then leave them alone.
- I missed Alice Cooper. Which upsets me. He even had the ol' guillotine out! Damnit! Stupid money and me lacking it.
- I'm sick of people who first don't listen to what I'm saying, then accuse me of being close minded. If you're not going to listen, don't talk to me in the first place.
- I saw chickens yesterday. And the rooster made a rooster noise. Then my dad mooed at a horse. I can't decide if yesterday sucked, or was fun.
- The Our Lady Peace concert is in 6 days. Holy shite. March 26 ProcrastinationShould be doing homework right now. Meh.
I stole some trip pictures from Laura, so there's a couple there now. I'll get mine developed (yes, I know, a FILM camera) and scan them on here eventually. Heavy on the eventually.
How come it's kinda hard to find basic information about William Shatner. Anyway, it's kind of weird looking up Shatner for school. He so does count for Can Lit!
Which reminds me, the Coolest Song in the World for this Week (I should make it this Month, considering how often I remember to do it), is Common People by Shatner. Even though this week I think I've listened to Floods by Pantera more than anything else. It's just so damn good! I have another goal in life: to learn to play that song. That brings my life goals to like... 3. Well.. lets see.
1. Own a hearse.
2. See Our Lady Peace in concert (Will be done on May 12th!)
3. Learn to play Floods.
Yep. Three. There's probably more if I think about it. And then some obscure random ones. Oh well. That's enough procrastination for now. March 21 Sleepless StuporArgh, so much. I'm hooking off school today. Considering from (our time) 1am on Sunday until about 10pm Monday (lets see, that's...about 45 hours) I got 3 hours of sleep which were on the floor of an airport, I'm exhausted and sore. I'm only awake right now 'cause this is when I'm used to getting up. I dislike wake up calls. The phones in hotels have the most awful rings, and when you picked up the phone you'd either hear a person saying something in Italian or French (depending on the country of course) which meant I had no clue what they were saying (you just say thanks and hang up), OR, the voice would be a recording, OR (the worst), it would just beep at you. And then there was the wake up call at the last hotel which you programmed from your room either on the TV ("It says to put it on standby now... there's no goddamn standby button!") or by pushing a few buttons on the phone ("It's all in French.. I don't know if that worked..."). We ended up with two alarms right after each other. Wasn't cool. Hmm... I just ranted a lot about wake up calls. Sorry. I'm in a sleepless stupor. Anyway. It's nice to be home. Italy and France were wonderful, but I hate planes. Considering on the way there all the of the flights made me so sick I wanted to die, and then we missed our flight from London to Toronto on the way home and ended up getting to Halifax 10 hours later than we were supposed to. Argh. I'm never taking Dartmouth for granted ever again. Here's why.
1. When you cross the street, cars actually STOP for you. You're not running a constant risk just by a being a pedestrian.
2. When you're on the sidewalk, you're in no danger of being run over by a Vespa.
3. There aren't 57 million people in a space no bigger than the Maratimes. (Too many friggin people)
4. There are no street vendors. (Some of those were cool. But not the ones who were pushy or harrassed you.)
5. LAKES. I've discovered I get twitchy when I don't see water for a while.
6. I missed my people.
... A little note on that one. I wasn't aware of the PA girl's passing until I was able to check my e-mail in the Heathrow airport on the 19th, and found the e-mail from my dad. One of the last things he said in the e-mail was something about not knowing if I knew her. I don't (... didn't.). But what if I did? I always thought it was strange and kind of fake when someone in a school passed away, people who didn't even know them would go to the special ceremonies. I think I kind of understand it now. It's not that you're pretending to mourn the loss of someone you never knew, it's that you're acknowledging the fact that this could have happened to anyone. I've never had anyone I loved die (except for Mehitabel). The crosswalk where it happened, Portland and Jersey.... people I love live right there, and very close to there. People I love use that same spot. What if it had been them? The fact that this horrible thing happened made me (and most likely everyone at PA) realize that, well, these things DO happen. A young girl I never knew, never even met, is dead. And it still disturbs me. Maybe because I probably walked by her in the hallways at Prince Andrew. Anyway. My point is. I can't cry for the person. I can cry for the fact that people I love can be taken away from me, and there's nothing I can do about it. Huh. There's life for you.
( March 05 Five, four, three, two, one...Dear World,
Jot notes!
- 5 sleeps unitl the day of the flight!
-Everyone is sick. I'm sick. Stupid sick.
-Ms Bowlby is irritating. She's all "My opinion counts more than yours!" Gah.
-The school administration should not be allowed to suddenly become strict on something they've been lax about for over 2 years.
-The Coolest Song in the World for this week is Stone the Crow by Down.
-Geology is slutty. It's all oil and hard things and Earth sex. KINKY Earth sex.
-Alice Cooper! I can actually go! I find it weird that Alice Cooper is coming to Halifax.... yay!
-I love Beauty and the Beast. I mean I really love Beauty and the Beast.
- I got my prom dress last week! And damn right it was $50. Gotta do stuff to it though...
- Something's bugging me. All this... advance in medical technology and stuff is going to pull through the weak stupid people. I already don't like humans, and now we can't even kill of the people who shoot themselves in the face with nail guns. I don't know about you, but I think those people should probably be rotting.
-Loki's mum is just as much of a twit as he is. I was watching them play outside just a minute ago. He'd wiggle his butt and pounce on her, then she'd wiggle her butt and pounce on him. It's insane, but still cute.
-I had less to say than I thought. My head hurts, which makes thinking hard. Plus I was half packing and got distracted, so now I just want to go back to packing. Argh I can't wait. February 24 Penis Graph.Me: Chris, do you have sensitive nipples? Chris: I've never compared them to anyone else's. If you rub them they tingle. Sometimes I rub them myself. it's quite a hilarious site. Well picture me in the bathroom mirror, fondling my own breasts and rubbing my nipples till they point, then flicking them. I'm not embarassed about those types of things. Like this morning, I was playing with my penis in the shower. Not in a masturbation way, just like flinging it from side to side, smacking it up against the shower curtain, trying to turn up the hot water with it, that sort of thing.
Me: Did you succeed in turning the water up?
Chris: Yes, but it took a while. It's the type with one big knob you turn left or right. So I had to throw a little pelvis into it. February 18 The Environment and the EmergencyOh my. Friday was an adventure, now wasn't it? First the wind that made you hair jab you in the eyes, then the crazy rain, and the standing in line in mud infused with who knows what. Hey, we all know what goes on outside the Pavilion. I don't wanna wallow in it for very long, if at all possible. But no complaints from me! I got to see Joel Plaskett and that's lots of goodness. And of course it was funny when they broke the stage...
 We broke the Pavilion... it's gonna cost a billion I was gonna rant more... but I'm sleepy. And cold. Kitty!"He starts thinking about the last two minutes, the last two hours, the last two days, the last two weeks, the last two months... and that's when tonight he suffers from what we call "enlightenment". And his enlightenment, is that he realizes his wife's fucking the human cannonball." February 04 Enslavement by Spiders.Oh my. First semester is over, which means I have one semester left of high school, but that's scary and I don't want to think about it. What I DO want to think about is how there's only 4 weeks and 6 days until I go to Europe. Oh the insanity. Maybe I should start doing some actually planning... procrastinating sounds like a bad idea. I have so many Rocky Horror Picture Show songs stuck in my head right now, and I'm trying to learn The Birdman by OLP, so they've mixed together. "Hopelessly, a man starts to feed your sweet transvestite." My poor head. My body is exhausted! But in a good way. I like being exhausted. Story time! So I'm helping my dad clean out a corner in my basement (there were pretty plates in boxes that have been there for 18 years), and I was standing in the middle of the room trying not to sneeze from all the dust, when I thought I saw a major cobweb on the pussywillows on top of the TV. Upon closer inspection ("these are loafers") I found that it was, in fact, not a cobweb, but many many baby spiders. So I ran flailing to where my dad was yelling "Baby spiders baby spiders lots and lots of baby spiders!". After some "No way!", he came and saw them and told me to go get a bag. I got the biggest bag I could find, and my dad stuffed the spider-ridden pussywillows into it, and told me to toss it outside. I ran up the stairs with "Baby spiders baby spiders!" running spastically though my head. Now. I wouldn't say I'm afraid of spiders. I don't mind it when there's one of them, and they didn't surprise me. But when there's tonnes of em and they're threatening to enslave my family (Or so I imagined was their plan) I saw the need to quickly eliminate them. Anyway, back to the story. I threw open my back door and for some un-graceful twirly reason ended up in the snow in bare feet. I dropped the bag and jumped back indoors. That's when I realized the bag was blowing away. I'm no Captain Recycle but I can't let that happen. So I run outside again in bare feet, pick up the bag with the intent of bringing it back inside when (thank pie) I realized; Hey, this bag is FULL OF SPIDERS. Silly me. So I half buried it in the snow and made a sad attempt to save my toes. Two pairs of socks and giant slippers worked. And I got to tease my kitten. Silly Loki is afraid of my slippers. Anyway, I'm gonna go back to learning Birdman. Kinda a piss off when I'm too stubborn to tune my bass down half a step. Eff you people, I can just play it one fret down. Take that.
January 28 Cotton Candy Machine.The Coolest Song in the World for this week is Vanity Fair by Mr. Bungle. Thank you Tim, without your guidance I wouldn't have the slightest clue who Mr. Bungle were.
The semester is over! No more Political Science! Now, if that class was... Fascism 101 or something, I would have been fine with it. But no, they have to stick in that goddamn Canadian stuff. I don't understand Canadian politics! Or chemistry. The one two things where no matter how hard I try or how long I study, it ain't gonna stick. So of course, 4/5ths of the Poli Sci exam was on Canadian stuff. Damn. But the Sociology exam was GREAT. What actual studying Aaron and I did worked. All that's left is English. It IS a provincial exam.... but it's an English exam! Should be fine. Me loves English Exams.
Okay, now for some actual ranting. It's a familiar topic.... guess what! People suck! Once again with the jackass teenagers having nothing better to do on a Friday night than to fuck around with other teenagers. This is sickening. I'm not going to repeat the entire "Teenagers Suck" rant, but COME ON! Alright, I guess this sounds kind of random for you weirdos who read this darn thing and don't know what I'm talking about half the time. And I'm not going to bore you with details. I'm just generally sick of the way teenagers treat each other. If anyone knows what you're going through it's other teenagers. If you'd stop acting like you're so goddamn special, and like you're the only person to ever go through whatever shit you've made up, maybe you'd be able to get your head out of your ass and be happy for once. Maybe being a teenager wouldn't be as hard. Personally, I'm having a grand time. Myabe not so much with the friends drifting, but... other stuff, is making me damn happy. And if I can go through being a teenager without being a friggin pussy and taking out the random anguish on other people, why can't everyone else? It's hard to stay in happy mode when friends are completely disregarding your opinion. Why do people have conversations if they're not going to take into account anything the other person has said. Especially when it's a good friend. Disregarding a good friend's opinion is the equivilent of saying you don't give a flying fuck what they think. It's bullshit.
Grr... angry Bent... grrr... argh January 09 There is blood on her shoeHello. I am Bent. Would you like a cookie?
I don't have any cookies.
I do have nanaimo bars. Non minty ones. Mint and chocolare is gross.
Oysters are gross. They look like snot. I refuse to eat something that looks like snot.
Working is gross. But not like snot. Gross like being forced to conform so you can make money for a giant corporation.
Sixty days until I'm flying to Rome. Oh the madness that will ensue. Especially on a 15 hour plane flight. Shite.
I finally saw Harry Potter the other night at Imax. There was a dead fly on the film for about 20 minutes at the start.
How come all the customers got bitchy AFTER Christmas?
The Coolest Song in the world this week is Ohio by Neil Young.
I desperately want this semester over, but then I don't.
I have an entire WEEK off in between semesters. I don't think I'm going to sleep at all. Party party. Time to do all the things I've been complaining that I can't lately.
My most favourite random quotes:
"Goddamn." - Phil Anselmo
"Jesus Christ!" - Someone... Getting attacked by the killer rabbit.
"Hellish." - Aaron
"What?!" - Laura
"What's it called..." - Danielle
"You know what I mean." - Kinks.
"Aww" - Rob
"Doggy doo snow cones." - My dad (and his ultimate response to everything)
"You can't say that." - Frank Zappa
"Hello Robin" - Jenna (Accompanied by a sultry voice and a creepy stare)
"What was I saying..." - Ovide
"I don't wanna!" - Kaitlyn
... I think I'm done. December 27 I love you, you big dummyLove has no body (Captain Beefheart) December 05 Let go of your pickle!More things I've learned recently.
- Those headaches aren't from stress. (But they're also not from my brain swelling.)
- You shouldn't put off going to the doctor. It just gets worse.
- Chapters gets sick pleasure from destroying my weekends.
- I hate working for a major corporation. I not only feel like a tool, I AM a tool.
- The reason I hate cough syrup so much isn't just the taste, it's the weird burning feeling it makes in my throat.
- Apparently, if you stare at the sun, eventually you'll sneeze...... hahahahahahahhahaha. I find this extremely amusing. - Wanna know something else funny? On Spongebob, when Mermaid Man is in the retirement home and he keeps going "EEEEVIIILLLLL!" Heh.
- The SS are crazy. Crazy!
- The BEST Christmas song EVER, is I Believe In Father Christmas by Greg Lake. It's all anti-commercialism, and Greg Lake has an absolutely beautiful voice. And I don't mean like "Oh, yeah, that's a nice voice." I mean chills down the spine good.
- Cats have a weird paper fetish.
- I say 'pie' a lot. No clue why.
- 95 days until the Europe trip! Eee! *image googles all the places* Preeeetty.
- Electric heaters STINK when you turn them on after 9 months of not using them.
And the Greatest Song in the World for this week is: Titties and Beer by Frank Zappa. November 05 Vinegar and Kitten FoodOprah has the propoganda powers of a communist dictator. The book A Million Little Pieces is selling like crack. (If all of Oprah's viewers were crack addicts. And hey, who knows. Those middle aged stay-at-home women need to entertain themselves somehow. Well, maybe decorating and hailing Martha Stewart is thair drug). Now this isn't to say that it might be a bad book. But it wouldn't be selling like this if Oprah hadn't mentioned it. I think that's all I had to say about her... Oh, that and on the last issue of her magazine she looks like a camel.
Dirrrty monnnneyyyyyy! Ick. I hate being a cashier. Well... Yeah, I do. It's not the people. I've never really run into anyone that I could say actually bugged me. I just don't like doing mindless tasks for a big corperation. I feel like a machine. If anyone knows of a small company that would entertain and like to hire me, please inform me.
Last week I proved that the World Book encyclopedias are religiously descriminatory. Since it was almost Halloween I randomly decided to look up Samhain in the encyclopedia. Nothing. So I looked up Pagan. Nothing. Alright... wicca? Nothing. It was suggested that I try Voo Doo. Oh, here we go. Finally, a religious minority. Lets see what it says... derived from Christianity? What?!?! Bullshit! I'm sorry, all you God-folk, but that's rediculous. Christianity is the youngest religion you can think of (not couting the ones the fake-ass stuck up Holywood bitches make up). Fuck I hate religion.
Sorry, got a little angry at the end of that one...... The warning on the back of this Pantera DVD is hilarious. It's like a paragraph. And hilarious. Hmm. This doesn't help the fact that my mum still thinks I'm morbid. Personally, I'd be happy if my daughter was open to a little vulgarity now and then.
I almost forgot the Greatest Song in the World for this week! It's Little Wing by Jimi Hendrix. |
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