the inevitable




so much to compress i guess, so much has happened...it's been three months, since the last time i posted,i think. i stopped counting the days, i guess....i just stopped paying attention. it just blurred all together, i didn't have time, for anything. or anyone....for those i left outside, i'm sorry. it wasn't personal, i swear. i mean, jimgrind GAVE me a really powerful computer, and i just now got a chance to use it. i feel kind of behind, in some ways, you know? there's no time to watch t.v., there's no time to listen to music, or play games. just enough time to work, shower, and be with becky. and i love it. but now things have happened that let me do all of that AND be with becky, and i'm loving this too. i mean, to illustrate how behind i am, i JUST now saw the first four episodes of aqua teen hunger force. i am ashamed, i am behind, and i swore i'd never be behind.

"books, television, film,these things matter. call me shallow, but it's the fucking truth."

not to say that i haven't done a lot of incredible things without t.v. or videogames....
i mean, the thing we're working on now would of never come about if we had been just watching tv this whole time... but, whatever brah,

i'm fucking back.

and i just wanted to gripe, about a couple of things, because i fucking can.

one: predictions, dude, predictions. this year everyone will pay attention to a shitload of bands they've ignored for years, and in turn said bands will become the biggest joke. ("i LOVE har-mar!!tee-hee" yeah, you stupid bitch, where were you when sean na na needed your love?) and no, i'm not talking about anarcho bullshit like "selling out" or being popular...i want the bands i love to enjoy the benefits of being popular, and i don't want any of them to work shitty nine to fives. but i don't want them to be only remembered as a belt, or a hat, or some other accesory that's only worn for a season or two. they mean more to me than that, and if you say you like them, they should mean more to you as well. you know who i'm fucking talking to, bitch. you had never heard them before you came into my store, and i showed them to you. i wish i hadn't, because you're the first of a plague.i should of fucking known, i should of known. only unholy demon harpees such as yourself would not know who the fucking velvet underground is. (and no, i didn't show her the velvet underground, i asked her if she had heard them, because it might make it easier to explain the rapture.)

(coincidentally: the rapture are playing up here on the 13th of february....since it's an 18+ show, becky can't go. does anyone want to go with me?)

also, nelson. thanks for showing me the walkmen such a long time ago. also, WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THEM BEING IN A CAR COMMERCIAL? that's just too weird. you suck, moby.

two: this is what i have to say to the straight edge culture, as it stands now: QUIT NECKIN' ON ME, YOU FEMME. you stink. you're a fucking joke. and guess what. i wanted to break up with you two years ago, when i realized you were shit. but i couldn't. i had made a commitment, and i tried to stick to it, regardless of what a giant joke it was becoming. then i just said, "fuck you, you're a lie, and you don't give good head."look around. every shithead you see now, that has anything to do with XXX or sXe or any of that shit is a complete moron, and a fine example of why stupid people shouldn't fuck. now, before the youth crews start tossing their x watches, or x belt buckles, or x hoodies or x toilet paper, or whatever at me, hear me out. i know there are some of you that really understand the underlying idea. there are some of you that are really committed, to it, yourselves. not commited to it, like some of these shitheads are, like it was a race, and "i must have bigger X's tattooed on my balls than the next guy" mentality reigns supreme. it's funny how i had only x'd up once in my life before a show, and considered myself true straight edge for two years, before someone, Who Will Remain Nameless showed up to a show, someone none of us had seen before, who must of been fifteen at the time, with GIANT black X's on his hands, and ready to fight everyone in the place that was smoking, or drinking, and not bothering anyone. and you opened the floodgates. and an idea became a little religion, and zealots ruled. i still don't drink, for health reasons. and i don't smoke or do drugs, because i'm not that bored. but fuck closing my mind off, and fuck closing out people that do these things. they're not all hippies, they're not out of control. they're human beings, and they deserve to live their lives, and do whatever the fuck they want.

you can bet that i will always have drinks in my new apartment, for my friends that drink, and i'll let them smoke around me all they want. and every once in a while, i'll act out that turning leaf commercial, and cook becky an exceptional dinner, and we'll drink some awesome chardonnay.

are you still reading? well then, what about this:

kurt cobain, lou reed, the locust, kevin smith, wes anderson, the beatles, peaches, har-mar superstar, etc, did/do drugs, smoke and or drink.

weird al, on the other hand, does not.


in conclusion, i hope you feel better, bexx. i'm sorry you're hurting right now, but it makes you feel any better, you look so beautiful when you're asleep. i love you more than anything.

see you in the car. love, milhouse.


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