Tuesday, December 28, 2004

So I am back in California... I have been back all of 10 days, just figured I would post... Haven't done that in a whlie... Please excuse spelling et al... but I am sick as a dog.

So anyway... Being back home has been interesting. I had an attempt on my life (someone tried to make my car blow up), my car broke, I got sick, had to put up with family... So all in all a pretty shitty time so far. My friends are atleast there to give me shit about it and keep my life interesting. All my friends like to compare me to stuff, so I will share some of their comparisions with you, my on again off again readers.....

I was compared to the song Perfect Drug by NIN because though this certain friend has a boyfriend, she calls me her favorite addiction, and though she knows it is wrong she can't help but want me in a carnal fashion. That kinda made me chuckle.

Another friend of mine compared me to damn near every Maroon 5 song out there, says that we would have been amazing as a couple but shit got in the way. She told me the name of the song it reminded her of, but I can't remember, and almost all of Maroon 5's shit is all about jilted love, or love that fails, so I guess that works out as well.

I was told that I reminded people of Ben Afleck and Jessie James so that's kinda fun.

But I think my favorite reflection about me by others has to have been at one of my friends 21st bday parties. It was essentially a highschool reunion. There were about 16 girls there and only 3 of them I had not hooked up with. But anyway I was joking around, being self depresiating and what not and was talking mad shit about my penis being horribly small, how it could have potential if it didn't hook so badly to the right. Anyway as I was talking about it most of the girls were like wtf? that ain't right... And one of my friends that I had hooked up with goes "Zac, saying you have a small penis is like saying the French had a hand in helping win WW2, both of which damn near everyone here knows is false."

That made my fucking day! Let me tell you what... To get on my good side all you have to do is stroke my........ ego.... and make fun of the French.... If you do those two things, we will get along juuuuuust fine!


Either way... I'm out...

And remember.... God still hates you!

Wednesday, December 01, 2004

My life sucks... Or maybe it is I that sucks at life? Why must women be such bitches sometimes? The one time in years that i have found emotion, it gets fucked up in the blink of an eye... People I stand up for, and defend from persecution snap at me. Slowly, after time, even MY mental armor starts to crack. It is like a finely working immune system, you don't get sick for years, and then suddenly, one little cold hits you. And while most people would just brush off this little common bug, because you never get sick it lays you up for a month. Thus, my small crack in my mental armor is turning my life upside down. Shit doesn't get to me, so when it does, it really gets to me.

I can't explain to most people what that is like. I can't explain to people, people who have already judged me as cold and calous, how it feels. Going years with out emotion is begging for an eruption. And an eruption is near, boys and girls, an eruption is near. Let me just warn you now, you will not want to be around for it. It is not going to be pretty, one day someone will say something wrong and BAM! imma hit them.... just a warning....

So much for my temporary insanity excuse... I just showed premeditation.

Fuck off

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