You know what pisses me off?

AC/DC tribute singers who wear the wrong fucking hat!! Anyway, expect a full review of the AC/DC tribute scene in a few days, I'm serious this time.

And now for something completely different:

I've had it. There is no one (female) who will accept me for who and what I am, no society that will ever allow me to succeed, and no one will realize what they were missing until I am gone, if at all. It's 12:36, I'm going to sleep, and for all I care, the lot of you (with a few exceptions) can die.

The Super Mario Brothers movie is quite possibly the best film ever made.

A challenge:

I declare that I can use Adolf Hitler and his deeds and life to support any argument.

What a weekend!

Non-stop partying, my god. If you weren't there, I pity you. Anyway, I figured that it's about time for a bad poetry update, in honor of how shitty all the poetry on the internet is, but I"m not going to do it now, because I can't think that well.

Just for the record:

There is a need to post hate everywhere, especially when dealing with one so evil as Sylvia.

I was reading amazon.com and...

It turns out there are hundreds of Michael Jackson fanatics out there, with the zany delusion that he some kind of god (unlike Elvis, who was clinically proven to be divine) and completely innocent of the molestaion charges. I hate topical humor, but I just figured it was necessary for you all to get the scope of this. On amazon, they have a MJ sauce of sorts. I won't ruin the fun for you, but trust me, it's fucking stupid. Now, my message to any Michael Jackson fanatics:

SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU PATHETIC LOSERS!!!! HE DID MOLEST THE CHILDREN, AND HIS FACE IS FALLING OFF!!! IT'S JUST BBQ SAUCE, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES!! HIS MUSIC IS CRAP!

Granted, no fans of his ever haunt this webpage, but on the off chance that one does, you may well see a stupid outburst.

[Oh, and read the reviews on the product]

Ask, and ye shall find:

This is a rip-off of one of Elan's posts, but since no one reads that garbage, I don't care. Furthermore, mine rhymes so it's better.

Ask of me questions numbering 3
I will try to answer truthfully

A bold declaration:

The '04-'05 school year is now officially "The year of fucked up relationships", both in the verbal and adjectival senses. (I don't care if adjectival isn't a word, but I'm better at English than any of my readers, so I get leeway.)

Ok, the final word on the matter!

After a civil dinner at Silver Spurs (biggest fucking hamburger I ever ate), the whole Faith/livejournal matter was laid clear, with even a special message from Faith herself beforehand. So I guess she didn't realize my original comment was satire, and alledgedly, I spurred John on, and his comment really got things going. I've probably said this already, but you can FUCKING read it again. There was probably some more stuff, but that huge burger is sapping all of my brain-blood, so I can't remember a lot of things. The point is, Faith isn't nearly as bad as she was, and this was all just a misunderstanding. Oh, except for you, John, everyone hates you now, if they didn't before. Although I'm pretty sure Elan did. Anyway, the point is, that was a huge fucking hamburger, and if any of you decide to fast for a day only to realize what a fucking moron you are for not eating, go to Silver Spurs Diner on 9th and broadway and get yourself one of those colossal sandwiches.

I lied.

No updates for any of you, leastways regarding the trip. Hate, Rant, Unfounded opinion and so forth. I'm just tired of it all today.