beep

I am cleaning my room. A task. A task that ends up in me making a bigger mess and than concluding with the thoughts "well if i hate the way it looks maybe i'll be more inclined to leave it." which is a fools game.
Anyway, suddenly I am thinking about the Pussy Cat Dolls song "beep." and wondering how did we get this to this place. Was it the thong song that broke the damn and allowed just shit to invade our world? I thought the thong song was pretty hilarious when it came out, annoying but of no real consequence and i will acknowledge that part of the responsibility. but now there are all these shit songs on the TV and radio (if anyone actually listens to that archiac device anymore), that actually admit to knowing better but still being caught in this primative fixation stage. "i know you got a big brain but I'm looking at your chest." eat a dick will i am, is what i say.
Except for the work of a few such as Michel Gondry music videos have never really been on the cutting edge of any deep thought, or real change but they are so pervasive in society that they could be.
"What are you going to do with all the breast all the breast inside of your shirt." I am going to punch you in the throat you fuck!!!
And I know it can be so hilarious because it is sooooo stupid, but while you are laughing I am dying inside, and is that funny?
FUCK YOU.

What Would Meat Loaf Do?

Apparently anything. Like sing on American Idol with Katherine McPhee.... er or whatever her name is.

















and a shout out was found for the meatloaf fan club: what would meat loaf do?

fun with photo shop and 3 x 1 - 1

deep shit

Warning, parental advisory disclaimer. some bad words coming up from an angry surly kid.

"Tell my female fans I am single and ready to party." - richie sambora

Richie Sambora you dog! Is the guy single or are he an Denise Richards thinking they are fooling people. She is sooo totally going on tour with Bon Jovi! It's the most unsightly couple ever and i just feel they are thinking that deep down they have got the better of their exes by finding some trashy replacement. I think Heather Locklear got the worst or maybe best of it by shacking up briefly with David Spade. WHHHATTTT! yes. NOOOO. yes. WOW.
White people.

the famous poet that i am....

Dylan Thomas! You scored 66 Demeanour, 63 Debauchery, 54 Traditionalism, and 70 Expression!

Man! Do you love to party or what! If it's not fun, you probably haven't done it in a while. But that doesn't mean you're not serious about some things. You are a person with deep passions and a respect for beauty and craft. The world is a better place for having you in it. Too bad you won't be around that long. Drink up! You're masterpiece is "Under Milkwood".

what famous poet are you quiz


The best part abot this is, little known fact, Norm MacDonald's favorite poet is Dylan Thomas. He even named his son Dylan after him, cos he thought it was such a cool name. Unfortunately that was also the year everyone else named their sons Dylan 'cos Beverly Hills 90210 was on TV.

call it a day

"...if that look in your eyes was your way of saying good bye" - the raconteurs

i wish that i believed in fate, i wish i didn't sleep so late... i wont fuck us over...

why do i always fool myself into thinking the split crow's power hour is a good idea? At least on this night it ended when i hit some one in the face with his own guitar. unfortunately he was not a member of what ever crappy cover band was playing blue rodeo and celtic medlies and just a victim of my draft fueled bad sense of humour.

"...why can't we give ourselves one more chance..."

I think I am going to start writing chick lit. Watch our Shop-a-holic series!

She was drunk and singing along to songs about the last chance for love and just than, at the very moment, she really fucking believed it.
She didn't remember coming up with the idea and so she couldn't possibly think it over, but suddenly she saw him, Colm. He appeared out of nowhere. It was unlikely that is was nowhere, probably the bathroom, explaining why he was drying his hands on his pants. But unknowingly he was venturing too close the small area that had just been designated by her to be the dance floor.
She was there. In his arms before he could even realize where he was. She was young so this sort of whim could be understood and tolerated, and when she would get older she would wish it could be that easy again. But there are some things you can only do once and than they lose their spontanity and fall victim to cliche. Even the simple things like jumping into some one's arms.



He was surprised but he didn't drop her. Her was breath was steeped in gin and so potent he almost swooned. Stress and little sleep had him rapidly deteriorating mental and physically. A couple of pints and he was feeling his head swimming, but still he didn't drop her.

He laughed because that was all he could think to do, besides kiss her or drop her.
He laughed and her eyes slowly opened. She stared at him and than slithered out of his arms and disappeared into the thick of the small crowd.


She was not physically far away he could catch her. She could return and catch him. But they did not meet, not even half way. Instead they would circle each other, and never admit each other's presense. She would search her mind for words that would amuse him and never say them and she would hope that he was doing the same but admitted that he most likely wasn't. And he would continue on always the same. Always looking so untouched.

you fuckin' love it

I was the little jock that could, well really couldn't. Couldn't play so good, couldn't fit in at formal or non formal functions, couldn't get lost in how the whole set up was too silly to believe in.
But it was fun as fuck sometimes.

catch phrases i miss

these catches phrases annoyed me when they were incessent but now i kind of miss them.
- it's all good
- fuckin' eh
or
fuckin' A

well that's about it.