Thanksgiving Prophesy:
Paris Hilton will die when she runs her H2 into an oncoming train in an attempt to get to her country pop concert while fucking 50 cent in the back (and not watching the road, or rail-road in this case)

And then explodes, destroying as much corporate property as physically possible.


I hate the TV.
It will surely undo everything ever accomplished by any social movement ever, rendering the population of America brain-slaves of not-so genius elite morons, whose entire programming base consists of such mathmatically mainstremaized material that it has nothing to do with anything anyone should ever care about as it features people just like them in completely irrelevant and didacticly uninteresting scenarios and oppressively uninspired music.

Oh wait, we're already there.



Maybe this is why so many people like older American pop-culture things right now. Because what's currently here SUCKS ASS.

Completely Unrelated:

Festive Thanksgiving Picture




Appetizing? Go try eat desicated pultry now, you tryptophan junkies!

My parents in broomfield have this tendency to set timers, loud beepity ones to random times, and then forget what they are for. Much to my irritated confusion.
They did it again this morning, however, this time when I turned it off, I yelled "MYSTERY TIMER!" then set it for exactly 2 hours, 15 minutes and 34 seconds.

Because it is good to change things up once in a while.

Misfortune cookies

I was told by the misfortune cookie that:
You regard free speech
not as a right
but as a never-ending obligation

is freaking awesome.

Ok. Now we're finally starting to see that there is, in fact, still a fan for the tremendous amount of shit thats been devloping over the past 5 years to hit. And it has been a long-time coming.

First, oil execs had to go in front of congress and explain their little "record-setting profits and record-high oil prices" racket. Maybe they'll even be accused of the economic terrorism they have wrought upon this country in the wake of their "manufactured" oil shortage.

Oh, and also, about Iraq:
Chalibi = Complete blithering moron

What kind of president listens to some complete blithering moron who claims that removing Saddam will automaticly make oil cheap, so much that it pays for the war and everyone HAPPY, and a reduction in terrorism. All of which has been so very dead wrong it's *criminal*.

Why don't we just impeach Bush already? I mean, really. By now it should be as painfully obvious to anyone who even sees a shred of American news that this administration is *as* much of an obliviously corrupt and completely inaffectual one as us liberals have claimed.

I got the coolest bar of soap ever.
And I feel sick. Not like "omigod, i'm going to throw up" sick. and not "omigod my lungs are a throbbing fleshy lump of endless coughing and fluid pain" sick either.

I have a book review due in 7 days, I've just started the book. and I've been extremely productive in everything else for the last 5 days. I've even posted 3 buildings in a row, one every day since October 31st. I've gone through an entire case of Mtn Dew in 4 days.
I feel sick, but I think it's because I'm not used to "good", productive stress. The kind-of stressed I'm used to is "bad", world-wants-to-eat-my-soul-and-rape-me-in-the-face stressed.


I think I might just explode.

is overrated.

I didn't even dress up. But I did stay up until 5:00 in the morning.
You know what else is overrated? Cyber-sex.

No, that's not what I was doing until 5 in the morning. Get your minds out of the gutters you pervs.
I drank a lot of Mountain Dew and felt somewhat artisticly prolific.
I am going to love the obligatory drawing classes I hope I get next semester.