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| Who gives a fuck that this man smoked a lil weed? In what way does that take away from him winning more Gold Medals than any other person in HISTORY?!? You whiny self important bitches, the guy is 23 and he can swim like a fish, so what he smoked. Your new fucking president openly admitted to smoking and inhaling because "that was the point". Where's your outrage there? Where's your indignation? "But my kid looks up to him as a role model" so the fuck what? A. You should be your kid's role model, stop trying to pass your job off on somebody else. B. If your kid is that brain dead that he thinks smoking pot will make him better at being an athlete, or if he runs out and smokes because Michael Phelps did, then I want you to do something for me. Go to your kids room, drag him/her out of bed, and do the gene pool a favor by throwing them into traffic. Then jump your own ignorant no parental skills having ass off the nearest bridge. This pisses me off that people are calling him a loser and questioning his judgement. You prudish whores. Where the fuck do you get off? "Let he who is without sin cast the first stone". To be honest, your lucky that you can't swim like a dolphin cause if you did you'd probly have people dragging up pictures of your "sins" and throwing them all over the internet calling you a loser. "But it's illegal" SHUT THE FUCK UP! I'm not even going to get into my legalization issues, because I'm not trying to rally stoner's around a common flag, I'm trying to get people to leave a college-age guy at a party with a lil reefer alone. I don't give a fuck if he smokes 3 blunts a day, so long as their not putting snacks at the end of his pool lane, his winning continues to be amazing. If he gets hammered drunk, and drives a car into someone's house, then we'll talk. Until then just let the man swim and respect his right to privacy by closing that hole in your face that smarter people occasionally refer to as a mouth you ignorant fucks. Thank you.
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| Sometimes it just makes me feel better to freestyle out something, no editing no real stopping to think about what i'm saying and most definitely no deleting except to make maybe minor spell changes. I just had a birthday and I feel kind of old, not even in the sense that I'm that old age wise but I should be about to graduate college in may and i'm not...may graduate in december but idk about that either. In addition to all that i'm pledge dad for my fraternity and i'm just hoping that I don't mess things up. I've got a good group of guys though, so it shouldn't be too bad. Not to mention on some other things I can't tell if I'm doing the right thing or not as far as my life is concerned. What to do what to do? I live every day of my life just trying to be as happy as I can for that particular day, but my happiness doesn't carry over to the next day so I spend most of that next day figuring it out from scratch all over again. I seem to spend most of my day waiting for something...a phone call, a text, a visit, a trip next week, an event on this saturday, when I get off work, etc. Plus I've spent several years of of my life waiting for summer to come so schools out, then I spend summer waiting for school to start. What do I do when I don't have that anymore...get a big boy job...jesus thats scary. I just hope I'm doing what I should be doing...(p.s. this isn't really a depressed blog, cause I'm actually doing pretty good)...goodnight | | |
| Why are you reading this? The title clearly says not to, I even put in two exclamation mar...what? Curiosity? Hmmm....ok, well as long as your here you rebel you I might as well give you something to gaze at. Xanga is an odd place for me, I write things here because I know that most likely nobody will read them and yet I feel an odd desire to tap them out on my keyboard and make them public...and by them I mean the hazy thoughts that drift around in my brain protector. Enough bread, into the meat of this verbal sandwich. I can't stand when people have to act "hard", you know what I'm talkin about. "Nobody tells me shit, do you know who I am? I'm mothafuckin so and so from this place and we don't take no shit". Shut the fuck up, your slightly less impressive than a school yard bully tooting his (or her) own horn to try and convince everyone including himself that he's (or she's) a badass. I hope I'm there the day you step up to someone just as ignorant and slightly stronger than you so I can watch you get your fucking teeth kicked in. But that fight would never take place, because you conveniently direct your insults and badass-ery at people smaller than you. In my personal opinion, if you've never had your ass kicked that doesn't make you "hard" it means you don't fight the right people you punk bitch. Onward, don't talk to me about politics, and don't try and make me feel bad for not voting. I feel bad for you voting, let me tell you whats gonna happen. Mccain takes Arkansas, along with most of the southern states and he gets Alaska because of Palin. But Obama still wins because A. Republican Bush White House has pissed off alot of people B. he gets California and that state has like 500 million electoral votes vs. our handful. Hooray for the first black president. The economy is still gonna suck, the war isn't gonna stop, and weed won't be legalized. Side note, fuck you street preachin fucks who drag your 12 year old kids out to stop light corners and squeal through your megaphones against whatever fuckin things your screaming about. Save energy...turn off your A/C. Your clothing choices do NOT make you different, just part of a different group. It's late, I should be asleep, goodnight :) | | |
| I wonder what you really think...deep down, where nobody but you knows the truth, i wonder what you think. I look and I see what I want to see... uncertainty...nervousness...I see those things because I both understand and experience those things so they are common place to me. What if it is something much better...what if it is something much worse? What if I'm merely an amusement, sort of like a car wreck, interesting to watch but ultimately unimportant unless you know who's involved? Just a year left, what if I'm missing out on something important merely because I'm afraid to say a word..or two..or even a million. Some things can't be explained...but there are some things that I wish I could know the end in the midst of the game, but maybe that would take away the fun of playing. Gotta grow up soon...I miss pee wee basketball and how good it felt to play, same thing with poker, I miss knowing how it felt to kick it without a drink or two. I wonder if life really is more complicated or if we merely make it that way on ourselves the older we get. Blah, I'm done for now...good luck to everyone who still reads this, hope school/life is going well for you...except for you on the off chance you still read this...you have no soul...if you read that and wonder "was that about me?" then it wasn't, if you know it was about you then congrats...it probly was, goodnight. holla at me, i prolly miss talkin to you gangsta fab | | |
| I have had my faith in the goodness of people restored. My truck ran out of gas today and someone stopped, happened to have a gas can, went and bought me gas with their money, and then held the funnel while I poured it into my truck. 2 very nice people by the names of Debbie and Dave. If you pray, toss them in your prayers cause they are good people. Sometimes I wonder if life is really complicated or if people just make it that way on themselves. I'm pretty sure that I was born in the wrong time period. I should have been a hippie in the 70's, a bank robber and bootlegger in the 20's, or just a traveler in the days before fences, cars, skyscapers, bombs, etc. I've decided I hate relationships and the way that they make people act. I wish people didn't move away, I miss them so much when they're gone. Hmmm....I'm kinda ready for school to start and afraid for school to end. It's my last semester as a student. Does that mean I have to grow up in a year? I hope not, I don't know if I'm ready... | | |
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