So I hate this idea that companies have of making spoof commercials for their evil corporate goals. So what the fuck, America? Who told these jackoffs that they could make fake TV shows? I sure as hell never told them it was okay. Also, there’s no original TV anymore. Fucking boxing movies are a thing of the 80s. I’m not even going to look at the screen anymore, I closed the screen so that I can keep watching Drawn Together… Huzzah! Whoever the fuck invented that word? I don’t even know if I’m in the middle of a sentence…. But who gives a shit anymore? Unless you’re not going to read this, I don’t know why I’m even bothering to do anything… Fuckin’ kill live action cow… I wonder if comedy writers have ever just had a bunch of people say and then they base the story around what they say….. oh my god oh my god oh my god… what are dreams anyway? Can we really control what goes on in our dreams, or are they just the random images created by unwarranted stimuli in our subconscious that have no bearing on our daily lives? I always seem to get déjà vu when I have had a dream about the thing I’m getting deja vu about… I don’t know if that made sense, but look at it this way: I tend to get more déjà vu about things I’ve dreamed about than things I haven’t dreamed about. Also, imagine if you had a daughter and she was on girls gone wild. What would you say to her? It would be especially awkward if you actually bought the DVD and you were watching the uncensored edition… dear god I don’t want kids. Wow. I just opened the screen and noticed that the spell checker put in the accents in déjà vu… It’s sad to think that someone had to program the program to do that. Also, no, I won’t use Cat Genie. Fuck that shit. I bet it gives you cancer or something. Wouldn’t be surprised. Uhrgh…. Awkward situations … man, once you get into an awkward situation it’s ten grillion times harder to get out of it than getting into ot. I think that was an o instead of an i… oh well, I think I have a virus that makes my computer play random sound files that I can’t find. Fuck shit piss… I’m so afraid of losing things that are important to me… god damn it, why am I so sentimental when it’s late at night? I can’t seem to find a reason for anything I do anymore. I like to think that I’m all impregnable or whatever, but I’m actually very susceptible to change. I don’t know why I’m watching a moonspell video… I don’t even like them anymore, and my like of them wasn’t that strong to begin with. I guess they would be better if they weren’t so fucking Portuguese… their singer sounds like the biggest pedophile in the entire universe… and that’s why I stick to folk metal for the most part. I don’t really like goth metal that much as a whole… moonspell does have a pretty cool logo though, but that’s not making up for the fact that they’re too slow for my tastes, and there’s too much empty space in their music. I actually never intended to listen to them, I just thought that someone was talking about moonspell when they were actually talking about moonsorrow, but I don’t like either of them. Moonsorrow doesn’t have a good vocalist and there’s nothing extraordinary about the rest of the band… it doesn’t help that they only sing in finnish, either… it’s a lot more accessible when the singer is in your native language. Random note here, I don’t know why, but I hate when people have really short hair. It seems like a slight against our nature to cut hair so brutally short that it hurts to run your hand over it. It seems like humans were born to have beards and long hair, otherwise we wouldn’t feel the need to “anti-conform” to our nature and cut our hair. The only problem is that since so many people decided to cut their hair once the 1800s started, it became the common culture until it became an aberration to leave your hair growing to its natural length. I haven’t cut my hair in about three years, and I have no problems with taking the extra time to wash it and comb it, as long as I don’t have to worry about wind reaching my ears. I really don’t have a reason for growing my hair long like it is, but I guess I started out doing it just to make a statement and then I got used to it and never cut it. I don’t think I could go back to having short hair, not after having pale ears for all this time. I wonder what the official definition of metal is, because there are a lot of bands out there that are really pushing it. I mean, that’s what metal was originally all about, but now bands are in it more for the whole edgy “I’m fucking brutal as all hell” image and not for actually being fucking brutal as all hell.
