Sunday, December 21, 2008 / 7:57 PM
just more blog posts i'm deleting from my myspace. whatever. don't worry about it. worst day of my life, whaddaya think? yeah, my friend mark says i should never speak to him again.
I hate - August 27, 2008
people who hate diversity.
conflict seekers.
people who have to live on a schedule and that's it.
smokers.
people who think doing drugs is cool.
people who drink because it makes them cool.
people who do anything just to fit in.
people who think they're the greatest thing since sliced bread.
attention whores.
whores who are attention whores.
internet creepers.
irl creepers.
being cold.
poor spelling.
poor grammar.
living in a day-oriented society.
windburn.
people who try to force their beliefs on me without scientific evidence.
people who judge without understanding.
people who assume things about me.
people who don't appreciate the earth.
people who can't listen to more than 30 seconds of a song.
the simple-minded.
people who breed.
ignorance.
people who do it all for the nookie.
people who can't deal with being by themselves.
rpgs.
slobs.
people who bitch and moan and do nothing about it.
people who complain no matter how often they get their way.
the closed-minded.
emos.
people who think they're always right.
people who force advice on me even though they're RETARDED.
racism.
dirty dishwater.
dave matthew's voice.
gerard way's voice.
people who never shut up but have nothing intelligible to say.
people who think talking about my heartbreak will make it better.
people who would do anything for a little sympathy.
people who can't say sorry.
noobs.
October 19, 2008 - Thanksgiving is coming.
Some of you may know that I worked in a vineyard a couple of summers ago. During that time I became very close with a certain someone...a certain turkey. Every morning I would do my rounds out in the field - tying, clipping, pruning. Next to the vineyard was a little farm, and that farm had a rebel. A turkey had fled the farm, and had built herself a beautiful nest underneath one of the larger riesling plants at the far end of the field. It seems she had become rather lonely, though, because she would follow me around everywhere I went. We spent hours together on those mornings. It was just me and my grapevines, the morning dew under the rising sun, and my turkey. But, she still kept her distance. I wanted to pet her, but if I got too close she would ruffle her feathers and coo at me. But that was okay. Her and I...we really understood each other. I wonder if she still lives out there. When you eat your Thanksgiving turkey this year, I want you to wonder how much it may have meant to some fool like me.
P.S. This isn't supposed to be a vegetarianism propaganda thing, it's just a story.
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