I forgot I had one of these. Then I was reading the fartjoke's blog and I remembered, then forgot, then remembered I should write another post and then forget about it for another year and a half. Looking back on my first post, I remember how much of a whiny little bitch I was, and to a degree, still am. Now I'm a mellowed out stoner, who think he's exceedingly superior to everyone. And yes people (by people, I mean the one person who is going to read this), this is all going to be about how much I hate myself. Wrestling did suck and I'm glad I quit, people getting that close to my balls is gross, I'm not *bleep* (at least refering to my sexual orientation). (Bunch of asides in this post, eh?)(Maybe I should just make it all in parenthesis)(How the hell do you spell that word anyway)(Oh well, I don't really need it) Im actually almost 17 and I don't have a job, or a girlfriend, or any real ambitions at all. More self-hate, eh? Oh well, I'm off to for... something or other. Oh, and i forgot about the snow until this recent edit. I checked and I have 26 inches of snow that I have to shovel through because it "builds character". That, or my parents want me to die outside because I don't have time to put real clothes on. The real man's way of shoveling snw in a snow storm, a cutoff t-shirt, sweatpants, and slippers. White supremacy is just reigning all over my character. I've been out of school for the past three days as well, which was cool for the first day, but now my *bleep* is so incredibly sore from carrying my manhood through my other manhood so many times. I think I should leave now, *bleep* isn't really the sign of great writing.
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