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[04 Feb 2007|08:55pm] |
dear vagina warriors,
recently, I discovered that you subsist on "yummy vaginas." if you're aiming to curb violence against women (namely sexual abuse), I'd stray away from the emphatic mentioning of a women's undercarriage.
i might write to the Daily Wildcat about your lack of tact.
- robbie
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[13 Nov 2006|01:21pm] |
Take a look at Sam Harris's "Letter to a Christian Nation."
It'll knock your socks off.
www.samharris.org
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[09 Nov 2006|02:31pm] |
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This higher min. wage stuff could be very bad.
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[10 Jun 2006|01:20pm] |
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anybody know the definition of libel?
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[05 Jun 2006|12:42pm] |
Evidence (perhaps, the smoking gun) to reinforce your feelings on Coulter.
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[18 Mar 2006|07:46pm] |
Uhh.
Halo 2 has consumed my life. It's gotten to the point where it's physically making me sick (not to mention angry) when I play too much. But it's impossible not to play a lot on Xbox Live.
So many people talk shit about how good they are at playing a video game. Do they realize it's a game...?
P.S. -
If any wants to play - send me an invite at SURFREAK44. Don't ask about the name 'cause I didn't choose it. I'm actually getting 5 months of Xbox Live for free because of some fluke; I bought my Xbox used and some kid forget to delete his account. Too bad for himmm.
Oh yeah.
And no. I'm not good yet.
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[28 Feb 2006|01:16pm] |
Dear Women of My Workplace,
I am not your bitch nor are you mine.
You, yes you; I don't interrupt your unbusy time at the desk and ask you to put air into my tire, do I? When I moved out, I didn't call you and tell you to move my shit into my new place, did I? But I conjure up that fake smile of mine and complete the ardous, banal tasks that you love to instruct me to do, don't I?
If I wanted to work in a job that involved carrying shit around, I would have applied for one.
If I wanted a job where I change light bulbs, I would have applied for one.
If I wanted a job where I listened to women bitch about each other behind their backs, I would have went to a church function.
Another thing, don't talk to me like I'm stupid. Just because I'm half your age doesn't mean that I cannot manage a copy machine. I also don't give a shit about what, "...she said to him." while you were eating lunch.
However, I do respect the men of the house. They are saints for putting up with the incomptent women who are in their presence (and happen to think they're somewhat intelligent). If you are so smart, why are you in the place you are right now?
Stop treating me like I'm your maintance man. In a few years, you'll still be at that same desk; I won't. Keep running your mouth...'cause someday I'll be closing it.
I just saw a Wal-Mart Documentary; thank you for my job.
Sincerely,
P.S. -
Yes, I'll help you dust the office on Friday.
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[10 Feb 2006|03:15pm] |
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Dear Kanye West,
I'm blowing the whistle on you.
Ever since you evaded death 3 years ago the arrogant comments that you fire off have become unbearable. The whole "intelligent" portrayal of yourself is a little shoddy. But if you still want to, you might want to remember a few things first.
For example:
- You are a college dropout. The only way to get around this is to maintain that you were too smart for higher education. If that fails, pull that card out of your wallet entitled: Race.
- You dropped out of 3 colleges. One of which was was originally a speech college for women in the late 1800s. But if you're still knee-deep in bullshit from rebounding from the previous accusation, slap down the race card like you just called Domino at your cousins birthday at a park in Atlanta.
- Research before you speak publicly about anything...especially politics. "George Bush doesn't care about black people"? Com'on, Kanye. If you're gonna say shit like this at least back it up with some information. No, not what you saw on MTV News. Say something like, "USA stated in a recent article that, 'His relations with civil rights groups are rocky; he is the first sitting president since Warren Harding (1921-23) who hasn't addressed the NAACP.'" You know what the NAACP is right ?
Whatever the case is you're pissing a lot of people off.
But I will give you this: you make some catchy, ridculously marketable beats. Just stick to the politics of music, bitches, and bling.
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[31 Jan 2006|11:29pm] |
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I bought two books today:
The 48 Laws of Power and Bird by Bird.
From the very little I read of the first book, a breadth of knowledge is sure to ensue; or at least a different perspective on the game of life. It's extremely Machavellian in concept with it's unorthdox views on gaining credibility and maintaining reputation. It certainly is dark.
The latter is something I wanted to revisit from my last semester in English. Our class was given an excerpt entitled, "Shitty First Drafts" (from Bird By Bird). The piece completely changed my views on writing because before it I could have sworn that good writers had no use for multiple drafts, only a final one. Then I realized that I didn't suck as I thought, my editing skills did also .
I emailed some of my last semester professors for possible reading lists. This whole gaining knowledge from T.V. thing is okay if you do it properly, but I fear it's too late to take corrective measures.
P.S. - I am overtly struggling to find my style. Until then, I'll have to stick through the thick and thin of bad rhetoric so that I may come out of this a better writer.
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[30 Jan 2006|08:08am] |
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Christ, these week night television shows are infectiously funny.
Namely, Two and a Half Men.
I had intentions of sitting down and writing a lengthy [insert anything here] but those hopes faded quickly; as do many things while the T.V. is on.
Today, in ENGL, my teacher made the class do some "free writing" on the topic of persuasion. Now, I'm sure people interpreted the assignment in various ways but I took as a chance to vent my frustration with the princesses at the UA.
"Is that a french manicure I see? What you forgot to realize is that it looks like shit when you have hotdog fingers."
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[27 Jan 2006|12:36am] |
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I guess if you want comments on your LiveJournal Posts you have to have material that's contextually funny to high school kids. Or post gossip about the girls you date, hate, [deleted] (It's true, rape really doesn't have much comedic value). No one comments on Kendall's posts and they're the most subtly interesting narratives I've read thus far.
Why's everyone's so secretive about the subjects of their posts?
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[26 Jan 2006|05:58pm] |
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Fuck you, Tucker Max.
I recently discovered these sites while lurking a friend’s facebook profile...and now wish I wouldn't have.
Shameless self-promotion.
If you were unaware, www.tuckermax.com elaborates on the sick-dick adventures of this fucker we call "Tucker Max". I assure you this is his actual name. Sounds like a porn name, no? Quite fitting considering the great amount of sexual escapades under his belt - no pun intended.
Seriously, I don't know how to remove the stain of his well-written filth from my brain. And him having a stupid Economics degree from The U of Chicago, which I found was on of the "...top 5 marketable degrees, along with engineering/comp sci from MIT and maybe one or two Harvard degrees." You know what? Fuck off you self-proclaimed asshole. I hope you procure some incurable disease that not only eats away at your crotch but bitch slaps the four lobes of your brain.
Yes, of course I am jealous.
I wish I could make money off of an uncanny ability to find whores willing to give it up in the name of interesting literature. Hats off buddy, looks like you found your lucrative niche.
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[25 Jan 2006|09:45pm] |
I feel I've gotten the wrong idea about this whole LiveJournal fiasco.
I mean, it's nothing like Myspace (which I hope goes to hell) considering LJ promotes the use of words.
Fuck. Basically what I'm trying to say is that I need to start writing again so I don't lose what I have left of my dwindling skill...bitches.
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[11 Dec 2005|09:21pm] |
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Final Fantasy VII...Advent.Children.was.so.fucking.sweet.that.i.want.to.cry.
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[05 Nov 2005|10:25am] |
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Jarhead wasn't as good as I thought it would be, but it was still good.
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[11 Oct 2005|01:35pm] |
Dear Journal,
A few days back I created a facebook. And a few days back, I lost respect for myself...
Despite my lapse of judgement I feel that I may be able to pull myself out of this depression with the help of some cognative therapy and return to my life before this henious act. To my friends, I apologize. I vividly remember back to what a addict said in a documentary on the use of heroin...he looked into my eyes and said, "Everyone thinks that it will never happen to them. I never thought I would be here, using [facebook]..." Damnit...how could I do this?
On a lighter note: you aren't cool because you party with your roommates. Actually you aren't cool at all.
Also:
As a general rule webcams are creepy. I don't take kind to the thought of people watching me while I sleep. But if you somehow feel closer to someone else - despite the obvious 300+ mile gap between you- more power to you. It's not cute, just creepy. haha, you fuckin' people.
P.s. (some random thoughts)
If you wanna drink, drink. But don't get all up in my grill or purposely speak loud so everyone knows how wasted you got on a tuesday afternoon.party's suck.im tired of seeing sorority girl's with their sun-damaged skin, bad roots, and frayed clothing. in now know what synaptic gaps are.webcams are ridculous.
you won't be with the person you are in a relationship right now...sorry.
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[01 Sep 2005|10:20pm] |
[50 Cent]
Ya, let's take em back
Uh huh
Comin up I was confused my momma kissin a girl
Confusion occurs comin up in the cold world
Daddy ain't around probably out commitin felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing ch-check out my melody
I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope for a fo-finger ring
One of them gold ropes
NaNa told me if I pass could get a sheep skin coat
If I can move a few packs and get the hat, now that'd be dope
Tossed and turned in my sleep that night
Woke up the next morning niggas done stole my bike
Different day same shit, ain't nothing good in the hood
I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could
[Chorus (50 then Game):]
Hate it or love it the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stop
Go head' envy me
I'm raps MVP
And I ain't goin nowhere so you can get to know me
Hate it or love it the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stop
Go head' envy me
I'm raps MVP
And I ain't goin nowhere so you can get to know me
[Game]
On the grill of my lowrider
Guns on both sides right above the gold wires
I'll fo-five em
Kill a nigga on my song but really do it
Thats the true meaning of a ~ghostwriter~
10 g'z will take ya daughter out of Air Forces
Believe you me homie i know all bout losses
I'm from Compton where the wrong colors be cautious
One phone call will have ya body dumped in Marcy
I stay strapped like car seats
Been bangin since my lil nigga Rob got killed for his Barkley's
That's 10 years I told Pooh in 95' I'd kill you if you try me
for my Air Max 95s
Told Banks when i met him imma ride
And if I gotta die rather homicide
I ain't have 50 Cent when my Grandmomma died
Now i'm goin back to Cali with my Jacob on
See how time fly?
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
From the beginnin to the end
Losers lose, winners win
This is real we ain't got to pretend
The cold world that we in
Is full of pressure and pain
Enough of me nigga now listen to Game
[Game]
Used to see 5-0 throw the crack by the bench
Now i'm f**kin with ~5-0~ it's all startin to make ~sense~
My moms happy she ain't gotta pay the rent
And she got a red bow on that brand new Benz
Waitin on Sha Money to land sittin in the Range
Thinkin how they spend 30 million dollars on airplanes
When there's kids starvin
Pac is gone and Brendas still throwin babies in the garbage
I wanna know what's goin on like i hear Marvin
No school books they use that wood to build coffins
Whenever I'm in the booth and i get exhausted
I think what if Marie Banker got that abortion
I love ya Ma'
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[22 Aug 2005|01:21pm] |
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Today was my first day of college.
...the first day of my adult life...
...the first day of my own choices...
...the first day of my evolution into a man...
...the first day of me SMOKING SO MUCH WEED AND SNORTING LIKE SO MUCH COKE.
Nah just kidding about that.
Overall it was a good ...first day. Luckily, and amazingly, I have classes with people I know.
Like:
Matt Chambers
Brett Yeoman
Stephanie Porter
It was pretty bomb. (thanks lindsey)
"To a new year." :toast:
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[21 Aug 2005|07:28pm] |
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Holy shit. I just watched the season finale of six feet under. That was the best ending I have EVER seen in my life.
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