confessions of an over-the-hill drama queen

am i pretentious or am i not?

what am i?

who is god?

where do babies come from?

these are a couple of questions ive never bothered to ask myself or for that matter any other person.

why.i repeat.why do we need to know the answers to these questions?
i mean its not like im gonna go "holy shit.THATS GOD! wow i wonder if he'l be my friend." or "ok.im neo-liberal blah blah blooh blooh.woohoo.now that i know,i can join the club!"

if i'm pretentious,well,theres not much i can do about it,and if i'm not,well, woohoo.

why are people so worried about stuff that doesn'affect them.like other people getting mixed up between affect and effect.

if everyone chilled out a little more.things would be so much better.

do your bit.and then crack open a beer.dont worry about the result.thats my motto.
now if only i could live by it.

i really want a swiss army knife.not a small piddly one.one where the knife is actually scary.man that'd be cool.my dad has one.hmmmm.

i get on peoples nerves.thats why i have bery few friends.but trust me when i say this.the friends i do have,like the really good ones,the ones who like me even though theyve witnessed me being a pain in the ass,will stand by me through thick n thin(ive never figured out which is the bad thing- thick,or thin) and those are the people for whom i will do everything in my power to help.

i read this book once.its called "who moved my cheese".very famous.i thought it sucked.what sucked was not the idea.but the book.

thats all for tonight folks.

no.no more i say.there shall be no more capital i's,sentences begining with capital letters and no more extra spaces.i mean really.fuck that shit.it takes more time to do that than actually type.or maybe thats just me.so anyway.yaaaaaaay.let anarchy reign.

AN-AR-CHY!!!!
AN-AR-CHY!!!!

WOOHOO.

doesn't anarchy suck?
i mean people who dig the idea of anarchy,or genuine hardcore anarchists piss me off.iv never met any.but still.id love to meet one just to be pissed off at them.
there are some aspects of anarchy i love.but others,i hate.why do i hate them?well.lets just say i like my security,my sanity,and my beer.in that order.
and dont try telling me that anarchy can be good.it can't.and thats that.

Ok.So i created an account.
Now what do i do?

I mean all the cool kids do this right. So fuckin what.now the whole world can read my thoughts. Whats the big fuckin deal about that?I mean,I'm not exactly shy about speaking my mind,and do I really care about what a 47 year old burnt out hippie in wherever-the-hell-he-lives thinks? All the people who matter to me,know what I think.

I mean, I even know people who do'nt give out their blog adresses. I mean seriously,how retarded is that? Have these people never heard of notepad or word or even faithful dear old diary?

Seriously.WHY DO PEOPLE BLOG?

WHERE HAS THE WORD BLOG COME FROM?

WHY AM I TYPING IN CAPITALS?

Ok. I'm calm now.
The love of my life claims that this is a really smart thing to do. She claims that employers scout out these pages off the net and go through them before offering you a job. YA RIGHT. Now I want to show those guys exactly what i think. Ha. Nope. Never. Nevaaaaah I say. If those guys can't figure out what I'm all about through a 20 min interview and a gruelling written test,I don't deserve them (hehe).(noooooo.i really didn't mean that kind sir,please hire me.oh please please please *in really squeeky voice*)

I know I'm a little late, and the blogging craze has kinda died down, so this makes it a perfect time for me to make my entry.

I know I know. You're wondering why im thinking of even pursuing this activity considering I think its worthless.

I'l tell you why.
Hold your breath.
Wait wait.
Big buildup.
Drum roll..................

1) I need to increase my typing speed.

Ya.Thats pretty much it.

So don't be surprised if you see pages filled with "i love my house" and "my dog is pretty fast" here.

Oh,btw (ya.i just learned what that little abbreviation means)


i love you.
muuaaaaahahahahahahaaaaaaa.only someone who really likes me would be kind enough to read all the shit I'v written. I also assure you that I shall help you waste time in the future too.