I used to always prefer friendster to myspace. I don’t like how the setup of your profile looks. It’s like they went out of their way to make it different from friendster but really all they did was to make it akward. But then again, friendster doesn’t have blogs. I do e-mail correspondence like a journal. I’m a blabbermouth on the keyboard, but I feel like my words are a little bit wasted on just one person. I used to do speed a lot and oh man, one thing about that is that the other people that do that drug can be so fucking obnoxious as I’m sure you already know. They keep on talking and talking and oh man it’s so pointless. I used to have this roommate who I did speed with when I was living in Austin. He talked incessantly and it used to drive me nuts. I used to throw pen and paper at him and tell him to write it the fuck down and stop wasting my time! If it’s important enough to say out loud and waste my time with it then it should be important enough to write it down. But he wouldn’t because really, it wasn’t important enough to write down. His mouth just wanted to move. All he would talk about was about people we knew. It seemed pointless. It was funny: we used to live near campus and he would constantly get arrested for trespassing on campus. I couldn’t figure it out for the life of me. It seemed so severe to me that they would just arrest him for being on campus, and then finally I figured it out recently. This guy was gay, right? So, he was probably cruising the bathrooms trying to suck dick or something. Does that sound homophobic? So, anyway, I’m excited about writing a blog. I have a lot of shit to say. I have a very active mind. I’m almost always deep in thought except when I’m shit-faced which is a lot of the time too, but even then, I’m at least daydreaming. I’m very self-absorbed, and sometimes, I get the feeling that it turns some women off from me, but I’m so self-absorbed that a lot of times, I don’t even notice until way later. oh well, you know? What’s the point of it all anyway. I mean, it’s really important to investigate what it really is that you’re seeking from the opposite sex. and a lot of times, it’s truly pointless. Seems like we’re just trying to feed our egos most of the time. Of course I don’t think this is the case all of the time. But, I’ll save this subject for another blog entry. Sincerity is my god. I absolutely worship it, and even if I sometimes say the wrong thing, it really wasn’t the wrong thing because it was just coming from the heart, and my theories, philosophies, and standpoints are always up for review. I think it’s wrong to judge someone for what they say. Everyone should be totally free to say whatever they want because it’s only by doing that, that you end up finding how you truly believe and feel. It’s nice to have the freedom to tinker with your thoughts and your feelings until you discover the truth, you know? You know how there’s a lot of people out there, and you can easily say something that will totally offend them and then they don’t want to have anything to do with you? Well, they suck and when people are like that, Ild rather them stay away from me. The following used to be the “About Me” section of my profile but I decided to put a completely new one up so here’s the old one: When I was young, whenever something hurt my feelings, I would always respond in anger. That’s how I coped. I got tired of being angry, so now, I just embrace the pain. I’ve learned to actually savor it. I’m a raging alcoholic. I don’t know anyone who drinks as much as I do. I probably drink more than even alcoholic bums because I can afford it. I love death and destruction. I’m fascinated with the tsunami of 2004. I’ve always dreamed of tidal waves. I love desolation too. I love things that are abandoned. There’s something so mystical about it. I’m scared of ghosts and I always feel like I’m being observed. I occasionally practice random acts ot total, complete hostility towards strangers. I detest christianity. If I were dictator, I would conduct a reverse inquisition to eradicate it. So, anyway, I’m going to wrap this up. Look forward to these future blog entries: 1. Sex and Staring: What in the hell? 2. drugs, Houston, and meaninglessness 3. my dead granma (done) 4. The government is watching me. 5. Apocalypse: total genocide except for me and all of my friends 6. the nonexistence of selflessness
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