*CB radio static* Breaker-Breaker, sidewinder! This Here's the Rubber-Duck. You got your ears on, Sidewinder? over. Do you copy? over. I got Bears sniffing around my tail, and a pack full of muled hogs, over. c'mon back if you could use a backrub, sidewinder. DO you REEAD!? OVER! *CB radio static*


Watched the road warrior for the umpteen-trillionth time. Still the greatest movie I've ever seen in my life.

I am rather strong in the ways of the force; no question about that... unfortunately, I fell prey to the dark side. But that's ok, because I have force-lightening. I'll end up killing the Emperor in the end, disbanding the sith; and destroying the jedi. that way there will be no sides waging war. those adept in the ways of the force will either help others or help themselves. their choice. I'm tired of being judged to be evil by all these damned Jedi...bunch of douches... well, I would've killed the emperor, except I just thought about it, and he knows all that we know.....so....now it's kind of screwed up. fuck it. I'll do it later...I need to go pants shopping....

I've never wanted anything for Christmas before...but this year I'm feeling rather greedy. I want socks. also, I would REALLY fucking love a wool Jedi or Sith robe. ...because I'm really fucking cold...all the time...and I would be SOOO COOL. or the Yoda backpack....that'd be fucking badass too....I dunno. normally, I can't ask anyone for anything, nor can I accept charity of any kind. but this way I'm not asking anyone directly, so I'm guilt free

This rain is not nice. This rain is not my friend. This rain is cold and thin. It's soaking through to my skin. then through my skin, to my lead-coated bones. then through those to my soul-cavity (I had my soul exhumed from my body so I could trade it to Matt Freedman for his chocolate milk). It's almost made it's way to my tiny, shrivelled, crusty, black heart. that's how fucking cold it is....stupid rain. I hear there's a drought in parts of Australia. Seriously, I would kill for a drought. I don't even drink that much water...like maybe a glass every few days... I'd be fine!

I've made an executive decision to no longer be gloomy about anything. ever. Sadness can go suck my nutbag.

nobody would sit with chad today. He thinks it's because he's overweight. and you know what? He totally is. but I'm sure it's not completely his fault. I suggested they didn't sit with him because they fear him.
he said "How?"
to which I replied "perhaps because you resemble Babar, KING of the Elephants!!!! " as I said this, I stood up and clenched my fist dramatically.
he agreed this is why they don't sit with him.


he's a cool kid. but I have a hard time talking with him, we have nothing to talk about...


I've had the Babar theme stuck in my head all day...


Mel Gibson's a badass. If I had ink in my printer, I'd print out all the badasses I admire. all in black and white headshots. and hang them on my wall in a grid. I have specific reasons why I admire each and every one of these people. It'd go like this:

-Mr.T
-William Shatner
-Captain James T. Kirk (Not Bill Shatner)
-Tex Avery
-John Lovits
-John Pinette
-P.D.
-Nikola Tesla
-Mark Twain
-Woody Harrelson
-Hugh Hefner
-Danny Trejo
-My Dad
-Bruce Campbell
-Burt Reynolds
-Flava Flav
-Clint Eastwood
-50 Cent and G-Unit
-The Archbishop 'Magic' Don-Juan
-Grandpa Kidd
-Skip Engblom
-Stacy Peralta
-etc.

There's probably more, but I don't feel like listing them out.



*CB radio static* Sidewinder, This here's the Duck, You seem t'got no ears, over. I'll catch you on the flip-flop, little buddy. YEEEEE-HAAAWWW!!!! *CB radio Static*