| To all you ass holes out there! |
[Aug. 14th, 2006|09:15 am] |
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Stop giving money to that ass hat, Will Ferrell. Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby should not have been #1, let alone for 2 weeks in a row. |
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| Ye olde school ranten... |
[Jun. 2nd, 2006|02:40 pm] |
Sorry I've neglected you my pretties, I have truly missed you oh so very much.
Right now I am at a weird fuckin' place in my life, I am so fuckin' bored but I am too lazy to do shit aboot it. I just want to go away. I want my own place and so I can sit and do the shit I wanna do all day and not turn into a different person when other people come home.
I wanna go to Ireland. I've never been off North America in my life and I wanna go see Europe. I've been checking out prices for aeroplanes and hostels and food. I've been trying to create a budget. I think I'd have enough with meinen tax return, but that is all I'd be able to do. I'd have no more "emergency moneys" just in case at some point the proverbial shit hits the fanny fan, I'd be figgity fuct. But just the romantic thought of going to another country all by myself and sleeping in Hostels, eating sam'miches in pubs. Well my brain kinda releases the dolphins if you follow me...
Then schools gonna be done here soon too, and that has me filled will all sorts of fuckin' fear. I don't wanna grow up just yet. I wanna learn more! I wanna go to school to be a radio DJ and I wanna to go to school to get a PhD. in biology! I wanna be a Doctor! I wanna to learn everything before I become an adult. I don't wanna work for no one but myself, doing the shit I love! Being able to say, "hey there I think today is a smashing day to go to Ireland." and then just get up and go! And come home to make a movie, do my radio show and then do experiments with some animals to see what I can do to help them live longer. Especially dogs. I'd give up a life of happiness with a wife if I could have a dog that could live for 80 years. Then I'd help some kids that are in desperate need of help.
I don't wanna go look for a freakin' job. I don't wanna get up at 5:00 in the fuckin' morning. I don't wanna slave away the next 10 years of my life at another place that doesn't treat me right or any of the other employees. I can't take that for the rest of my life, this monotonous, ending rat race. I just want to be able to do what I wanna to do. And answer to no one but myself. Yeah I got up to get more coffee and I lost my momentum that I started this post with.
I can also bitch at the fact that even though I stopped drinking everyday I haven't lost any weight at all. I missed bein' sexy. |
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[Feb. 28th, 2006|02:33 pm] |
Well thanks to the tattle tale Cinesomething I have to post like a little girl because I was told to.
Well let's see...I've been working and going to school. I'll be quiting my job this month whether or not I gots a different job. And School will be done in June.
I hate the new NEWS paper theme. It's supposed to be "back to the basics" and we are doing everything old school...like PUNK ZINES. Yeah sounds good, but in all honesty it's better in theory but not so much in execution.
Went out with peoples last night for some karaoke. It was Leslie and Jay's birthday. And bless there hearts they both got birthday kisses. Hope they didn't need a birthday hotel room! Just kidding...
It was a lot of fun, I think the thing that makes it the most fun is all the sexual tension in the air. Nicole I told me to dance with this one chickie and I had no idea that she was in a polyamorous relationship with a guy and a gal that was there too. I know I had to make them mad, I wouldn't have done anything if I knew anything. They left in quite the hurry. Shame too, the little chickie has a Rory thing going on. She could so pass as a 13 year old girl.
And then there was another gal there that was 4 foot 8 inches and Mexican. Again better in theory but not so much in execution. She liked me and was hitting on me, but I was blind. Her friends told me the score and I've never been one for the one night stands. Half the time it takes time just to warm up to chicks.
There cinemahag are you cool with this entry? Does it lack anything? |
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| BLUE!!! That's gay. |
[Jul. 12th, 2005|12:52 pm] |
violntferretboy
1.) Copy and paste this into your journal:
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| THE DRIEST MARTINI RECIPE |
[Jun. 1st, 2005|09:36 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  dry... | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Your mom screaming | ] |
Taking 6 jiggers of gin and while drinking stare at a picture of Antonio Benedetto Carpano, the inventor of vermouth. |
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| (no subject) |
[Apr. 20th, 2005|04:11 am] |
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| |  Stinky Ferret | ] |
| [ | music |
| | I love you too---Rainer Maria | ] |
you know what would be sweet? A big ass bowl of Green M&M's and a fluffer...and a martini. |
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| "Ferret Loathing" |
[Apr. 17th, 2005|08:23 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | beyond pist | ] |
| [ | music |
| | me humpin' your ma | ] |
I can't do this school news paper/magazine any more. It just seems that they don't know what is what. My feelings are so hurt that I don't even know what to do. I used to love doing everything for that damn paper, and slowly stuff was just taken out from underneath. I was doing covers, mastheads, movie reviews section. I just felt like a part of the team, but for the first time an important part that really was making a difference. Slowly things were stripped from me, and I'm sure I would have lost them sooner if I didn't bitch as much as I did.
So I think it has come time that I quit the paper. I've given my two sense for free for far too long. I haven't liked where it's been for a while, it just isn't any fun any more. I thought I'd try to rekindle my love by becoming a independent studies student again, but I am glad I didn't. That would have went terribly wrong terribly fast. I most likely would have gotten physical this time when Scott said something stupid again...he's good at that. I may have won, I may have lost, but two things would have been "mos def" 1. I'd get the first hit in (first punch 3000 pts Street Fighter Style). and 2. kicked the hell out of school (not very nice precious).
This whole thing makes me feel like I just broke up or found out that my gf is cheating on me. My shtick is always been a kinda k'vetching/pseudo Gonzo journalism style of presenting situational fiction. Stories and rants. I have made it abundantly clear that I love Hunter S. Thompson. I have been writing a story for the last year on "Violent Ferret Boy in Las Vegas." And now HST kills himself and it is my time to pay homage to my inspiration, and getting a real fucking story...and then I find out today some bastard (same bastard that took my job) and he is doing a piece on HST and Gonzo Journalism...tacky.
So the one thing he's got on his side is that he did ask for it first. But for heaven's sake that still seems like a hands down situation. If there is something to be said about something on a subject that one of your team mates are knowledgeable, or an enthusiast, or at the very least trying to capture a similar iconic type status...the very least one can do is be warned that such things are a foot.
I don't care how damned melodramatic it seems I'm being. Somethings in life just make fucking sense. You don't call a fuckin' plumber to fix your wiring problem...and you don't call pest control to babysit. Why the hell would any one pass this up. It would have been gold. I'm keeping Scotts comic book of HST. Fuck him.
Ellie, I don't blame you. I just think my ideas were unrealistic. I really wanted to keep up that person I used to be in the paper. But the fun has been drained out long ago, and I put way too much time, energy and love into it for free, just for WHAT I FEEL has been wrongs done on to me. Time and time again I had to fight for things and explain myself for little reasons. I love being apart of a team. I am team player as long as everyone is one the same page. I didn't know what I was supposed to do any more. The way I felt was like I was doing everything wrong..."maybe it's time to wave good bye, now."
And I don't want ANY ADVICE FROM ANY ONE. I AM VENTING. I ain't looking for any answers or insight. You either read it and leave or don't read it and leave. those are the only two options. |
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| (no subject) |
[Apr. 7th, 2005|03:09 pm] |
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| | PIST! | ] |
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| | shit in my head that won't let me go! | ] |
God I am so freaking sick of reality. Why does life have to be one kick in the nuts after the other? I can't stand over dramatic wishy-washy shit. I am so sick of everything and their brothers.
I just want to feel good for a change, and even when I get close to that, always some ma'fucker to take me down a notch. Well I say fuck them. Why can't we sleep forever? Why can't I be trapped in the dreaming like some neil gaiman book? And I mean his earlier stuff, not that shit he was defecating at the end of his high point.
Things suck, people suck, reality sucks.
And I hate idiots! |
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| (no subject) |
[Mar. 25th, 2005|12:39 pm] |
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| |  uncomfortable | ] |
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| | ye ma | ] |
Maybe I will get better at this as I go along. I don't mind ranting, but I don't know if I will have an audience her or not. Maybe I'll start slow. Only on here cause of jojotdklown, he likes it, and I like his icon. |
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