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Tuesday, July 6
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SO THAT MUST BE WHAT IT'S LIKE IN BAGHDAD
News reports say that a new, large scale "no tolerance" can on fireworks dramatically decreased the number of illegal fireworks this year. Man, they're fucking morons if they're only looking in West Hollywood. This year's "4th" was loud. Very, vey, big and loud. Annoying, even. That HAD to be THE LOUDEST, MOST OBNOXIOUS 4TH OF JULY OF ALL TIME. THOMAS JEFFERSON WOULD BE VERY, VERY PROUD.
Wow! What an e-mail "surprise", John Kerry! I've signed up for both John Kerry and George W. Bush's e-mail newsletters. If THAT'S not fair and balanced, then I don't know what is. Special "K" Kerry wanted to do something "new," so he chose to announce his Number 2 via e-mail. That e-mail came this morning, just as I started working. Cue the applause; Now that's revolutionary.
I was relieved. The coverage on "OMGZ WHOZ IS GUNNA BE?!!" all over the news was getting rather annoying, especially when they kept on insisting that Kerry's an idiot and was going to choose Bill Clinton's wife (also known as "The H" in our underground dance circles) as his running mate.
HELLO -- If anyone has a clue out there, the only person a presidential hopeful will pick as a running mate would be a person who would "balance" the ballot, per se. Kerry's from yuppyville, the Northeast. He needs the Nascar vote. And when I say needs it, he NEEDS it. It's the southern vote, where the vast majority side on extreme right or are roadkill. That's why he picked John Edwards, a native southerner with an authentic twang -- Not Gephardt, Vilsac, or any other power players in Florida. Florida's an important state, but the South as a whole is MUCH more important than Florida itself.
I would've preferred Gephardt; he has a HELL of a lot more experience and many years branded on his skin from working the system. Edwards barely started in the Senate in '99. Honestly, I do not think this man will fare well as Vice President. I hope I'm wrong. But then again, this is the only thing that'll get the current administration out of office, and I'm willing to have that at the expense of having a newbie VP in office.
Like one of my teachers said on the phone many, many years back, thinking none of her students would hear her: "It's not like the Vice President does anything anyway."
Gosh, even I as a 6th grader knew that was fucking stupid. What a twat.
In the back of my mind, all I have the image of John Edwards in his underwear, eating ice cream and smiling at the thought of, "OH MAN, THIS BITCH IS MINE IN 2012." Scary thought. Eeh.
So this is it. Kerry/Edwards bumper stickers. I'll take three.
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Recently, a pal of mine told me that I fell into the hole of the corporation because I listen to soft rock while working (KOST 103.5 -- KBIG 104 -- THE WAVE 94.7 -- ALL PUSSY ROCK AND JAZZ, ALL THE TIME). Then I realized, "Fuck. He's right." So I switched up the rock and progressive shit, blasting the distorty Weezer, immature Blink 182 oldies, classic Ben Folds Five, Sha Sha (need I fucking say more?!), Art of Noise, Huey Lewis and the News, Radiohead and so much more! I have 6 days worth of music to keep this place bumping like Studio 53.
There WAS no Studio 53, dork.
I am a backup freak. I am paranoid about my CD collection. I have more than half of my collection stored away in a Public Storage garage in a nearby town (Bellflower) with all our family's other stuff. Pristine condition. Never touched or bothered or tampered with. The beauty of MP3s let me conserve my collection.
Thanks to this kick ass paying job, I can now afford to buy more crap than ever! But my next purchase, oh no no no, it is not crap. It's an investment. Yes, it's a pricey investment, but it is SO mine. WOW I'M ASSUMING YOU'RE REALLY EXCITED TO HEAR ABOUT IT, 'EH?
Well, put the paragraphs together, smarty pants. I have to get back to WORKING UNDER THE MAN. I say "No!" to "sticking it to the man." The Man pays me. And I better keep on working under him until I get an internship this fall, capiche?
Then again, maybe not.
Things are happening so fast lately, I don't know where my mind is anymore. I have SO many things planned, so many plans and (I'm sure) many ditches along the way. The world's in my hands! No more high school bullshit, I'm free to steer my life in whatever way I want (and with my parent's support, which is great.)
Sure, I'm not leaving off to a great university in the fall or having lame parties or leading any hedonistic lifestyles, but I'm surely enjoying myself. This summer's already shown me all this "responsibility" and "doing stuff to get stuff" adult-y nonsense ... and, well, frankly, I'm very content with it. I've been waiting for this for so long, and I haven't hesitated in grabbing life by the balls and soaking up every job and music opportunity I get to do something for myself. I keep my eyes, ears and head open. I find that this works -- very well, might I add.
Ironic that I, a former high school slave with an overall GPA that is equivalent to the value of Pi, is doing something more with my life than you (you know who you are) will ever do with a perfect report card. What? What do I have that you don't? Oh that's right -- skills and drive! Ohhh! I knew they'd come in handy!
Oh, the reality kick! I knew it would always come around and kick you all in the faces sooner or later. I love watching you assholes fall (again, you know who you are), and openly realizing that your 4 years of pathetic cramming and ass-kissing would only get you a ticket to a pretty school. Good job! By the way, what's your major? Oh you don't know? It's because you're LOST and have NO IDEA what the HELL you want to do. AS OF RIGHT NOW, YOU'RE USELESS TO THE FUTURE OF THIS WORLD. Hey, let me shake your hand again, the hand that you've been masturbating and taking money from your parents with. Congratulations!
Confused? You should be happy -- I'm not talking about you.
As for "you," well, hmm. What should I say? Have a great two years trying to figure out what the hell you're good for. I guess being on top of the high school realm isn't that prestigious after all, eh? You're a miserable person. Say "hi" to the devil for me.
Good day!
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