The Evil Invention of Facebook Doom

I will pretend to be you and tell people we hate each other. What a fun game. It smells like turd. It sucks! I hate turd! I hate you. You beet dater. I am trying to be nice. Its stretching my heart. You lie well. I blackmail well. I feel like Michael. Stop talking...No one likes you. Stein air. Dummy is a nice word. Your mom bought your present from me to you. Ha. Read it on your own time. I cleaned dog poo...there was lots. I like Belle she is the shiz nit. Still smelling the poo. I won at uno. Eat that boy with the desire to have a set of dds. You shoulda been there. I went shopping. the end

A bottle of nothingness

Finally, a long awaited slice of birthday cake, not pie. Fire alarms give me a headache regardless of the time of day. Christmas music becomes more annoying each year losing the fondness and sweet memories that it once help. I suppose that is because Thanksgiving is merely a day to take off work as opposed to actually being thankful. Maybe the lack of gratitude is affecting the economy and its downfall. I suppose I am grasping at straws. I <3 class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Pandora. Its my hero. As well as Ben Kweller. All these years of ignorance. I heard a song about pickles. Whats the difference between manager and director? How about between yams and sweet potatoes? Although thats kind of you to think of me and ask I really have no clue whatsoever. I heart nine year olds so much more than five year olds. Which is sad. I also heart my little sis! She is my favorite. I don't heart your dramatics. You need to get over yourself. Or better yet, find yourself, and stop doing what other people want you to do. I am glad I can think for myself...The evidence proves otherwise for you however....I will miss some people. Others not so much. Why are you bothering me? You did it to yourself. I have moved on and really just want to be left alone. This is lacking the funny....That's tragic. I haven't had any moose to drink lately. I supposed that my sexual predator of a coworker might be able to solve that problem. Happiness is a gun? But the government is confiscating them....To bad. Scooby can say my name! But so can the rest of the gang. To bad they don't have a real mystery machine. You will make a hippie van and I will make a pimp mobile. Then we will ca chigga...lol. I get it. I need some brackets...What to do. What to do. She stole my kitty. What a moron. Sissy is sick...Thank goodness I get a break. I need one. Time to part.

Enlightenment and such

It appears to me that I have been oblivious to the obvious. When you grow up you should settle down. None of this single crap for eighteen year olds. Looks like I missed that memo. Oh well. I am not very upset about this. In most states I would be the normal one, and you would be the freaks. So bleh. Wow. This sounds depressing, when in reality its not. I hate AIG they are dummies, ruining corporate America. Stupid bailout plans. I need a new government. The elitist type. Then I could be happy. I got a new job offer. I wonder how well that will work out. I suppose in the way it is supposed too. Bleh. I just want it to be next year so I can move on with life. No more of this waiting crap. Who does that anyways? I dont like it, or approve of it either. Also thank you dear Fido for that lovely song you enlightened me with at six am this morning and now twelve hours later it is still in my head! I hAtE yOU fOr dOIng thIs tO mE mOrE thAn wOrds cAn ExplAIn. Also to you stupid 13 year olds, get a life. And make sure it doesn't include me. This is why i like fourth graders. Oh and my piano students rock! the end

Sexual Predators and the Myspace dilemma

Stop calling me Carbon County!!! Dar....Yeah doorsteps and conference. I found another bomb shelter. And then the football team stunk. But hockey was fun. I play monopoly. Played rather. Frontier Face is not the great, its just the way Winner is. I don't like my fan club. If you are going to follow me around all day for entertainment I suggest you pay me or at least help me figure out what to do with my glitter whites. Crayola, you let me down this time. Its cold I want to go home. Why did you lie about birthday pie? Last time I checked it was my birthday and I didn't want pie. You don't need lame friends like that, just like I don't need the governor calling me about his promise to help finish Highway 6. Oreo cookies are better than applesauce cookies. And that guy stole a kitty. Also someone out there should change his myspace picture. It scares me. and thats why we arent pals.