It has been quite the while since I wrote  a decent length blog. Well here goes nothing.

You know how a while back I told you VIA FUCKING CELL PHONE TEXT… That I was going to get myself a new Netbook in a few days? Well that few days turned into a few weeks… But it will happen sooner or later… hopefully sooner, because I Don’t know how much more I can take of this shit. I mean, with all the awesome bits and pieces happening in the world right right, it frustrates me to know that I can’t just log on and blog about it. I mean, I missed THE MEATIEST FUCKING pieces about British “Fuck up the oceans…” Petrol. I fucking missed it!

And the other stuff like Sandra Bullock’s breakup? Or the Bachelor break up? I mean son of a bitch!  WTF is happening around here that I can’t get on regularly to insult or praise the fuck out of the worlds greatest screw ups? And this sis to say nothing about VVC, cause I still have some words of wisdom for you little bastards. The Campus Cops… not the students, they’re awesome… except for a few individuals I’ll name sooner or later.

Oh well… Anyways. last night or the night before, I forget which, i walked home from the mall and updated my status like crazy. Why? I felt like it, and it passed the time as my battery was doing its best Ron Jeremy like endurance run. And trust me… I put that sucker through the friggin ringer. and here they are:

I am just passing riteaid on my trek home. Updates in 5min intervals. On my way home from the mall on bearvalley rd.

Passed food for less and approaching 5th and bear valley.

Passed third and bv rd. Also passed a funeral home next to a auto shop. All i can say is wtf.

Passed by the desert valley medical center, and aproaching a CVS pharmacy. Actually a pretty nice night out.

Tis 9:56pm at time of sending. Just passed the foundry and foundry a watermelon.

On peach. Following this till i get home. That watermelon hit the spot.

On fresno street. My pants are falling down. Never truly know how big this place is till you walk a few miles. I am only a few houses away. Need to feed horses.

Also, the mystery of the happiness level concerned bartender shall also be put to rest. Her names Becka and she really does remind me of a woman I knew way back when. It’s almost a little interesting while I was there. Didn’t talk much, though I got four to six glasses of water out of the whole ordeal. So I guess I’m pretty happy about that.

Also, I kinda made the mistake of flirting with a woman that I thought was in her midtwenties to early thirties… but was infact around thirty years oldeer then me. Wow. If that don’t scream oh my fucking mistaken identity, I really don’t know what does. What else is there? There wasnt really much to say to her. And apparently I have a few new subbers? Welcome to the group… lemme check here….

For the new guys:

Bernardmupe and Twi-hards… interesting names…  anyways, check em out when you get the chance to, because I’m sure they are friggin awesome.

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Now for those of you who have lost patience with my lack of posting stuff up here that actually had an effect on your morning deposits into the latrine god of shit, I missed you. The other four hundred of you can fuck off the happy Rainbow Of Death. Seriously though, a lot has gone on while I was away. What with the oil spillage, Gary Coleman kicking the midget bucket, and of course, Goldman and Sach’s claiming resposibility for both the failed bombing attempt, and of the veggie tales death threats.

Life has sure become a lot more interesting. Oh yeah, I’m making good on my promise a while back to write a short with the prophet Muhammed.

One day the Prophet Muhammed walked into a bar with brightly flaring sunglasses, a “I love America” t shirt, and an arm full of crack needles.

The end.

That being said, I feel somewhat better about the circumstances of things. I don’t know how long I’m going to be on this little kick I’ve been on, but rest assured those of you that are left, I will be back in full force. in other news, I’ve taking some interesting vids with my flip. Fun stuff there. and I’ll come clean with you all.

I live with my folks, but that seems to be the trend happening now a days, so why actually fight it? With progress on the book becoming zilch lately because of some… ahem, rather off color remarks I’ve made regaurding a certain someone who shall remain nameless (NOT HAUPTMAN111, THAT PIG FUCKING BITCHWIG!). My parents have decided to simply limit the oppertunities I have in writing. Which affects the progress at which I complete the 10 chapter book, which also affects you the reader, who don’t get to enjoy my little tidbits of wisdom. Trust me… I don’t like this anymore than you do my friends. But I guess we’ll just have to wade through this temporary set back untill things calm down.

On the flip side of this, I have a girlfriend. yes… again. get over it. her name is savannah and i adore her very much! i also love her very much. shes different than my previous irlfriends. we dont have many oppertunities to get together, so we’re both waiting for the stars to allign and give us some reprieve. were in contact with each other everyday, and thats a ood thing.

i guess its mainly a test of patience for us. which im sure well both better off for it. after all, good things come to those who wait right? right…

lets see, story progression wise… hrm thats a toughy. because ive been running through hundreds of potential avenues that would allow me to go back and either add to/ finish previous chapter that i wasnt able to before.

also, a few days ago i posted something to vvc. mind you vvc, i still dont care that ive been banned. i really dont. in fact, im better off for it because lets face it, any problems that i had WHILE i was going there, are in the past, semi poisonous, and no longer really affect me anymore than say, a hen pecking at my hand in the morning when i feed them.

seriously, did you think i would be all boo hoo and shit? lmao. wrongo. but like i said before, things written online, WITH NOTIFICATION THAT THEY ARE FICTIONAL, to somepeople, are just words on a screen. if i gave you some reason to worry that id bee going all psycho on yall asses. dont worry about it. not gonna happen.

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in all of existencel ife has thrown us curves balls that smashed our faces in with the simple explanation of “no, you cant do that.” and yet, we seem to push on, finding these ever present “shortcuts” as it were. in truth, your doing nothing but expanding the amount of work that needs to be done. recently, there has been a reemergence of two such instances. you all know them as hauptman111, and twistedwood. yes, these two seem to think that everything has a short cut. and through ignoring their taunts and vicious attacks, deleting their comments, and generally not paying attention to them. can we truly ever achieve what we set out to do in the first place.

do they know the hard work we all go through to produce what we can? are they truly wary of their own misgivings both offline and online? can they actually be trusted with their own thoughts about whatever actions they commit themselves to commit? these are just some questions that filter through the everyday presence of life. but these questions dont just apply to these two e-stalkers in particular. they also apply to you as well. yes you, the one who is reading these very words. can yo utruly absolve yourselves of any tiny indescretion? are yo uruly aware of yourself? are you aware of your own mortality, the simply fact that one day, you will all simple drop dead, to put it simply.

the reason i ask about mortality, and the ever present curiousity surrounding it, is simply this: reguadless of whether you, or as im now calling them, twistedhaupt111, know it, all our clocks are slowly but surely running down to a particular date. like the grains of time we will all eventually fall through the smallest part of the hourglass called life, and land in the ever growing pile of dust known only as death. morbid for a first post, aint it? of course.

you see, twistedhaupt111 are two people that are the most prevelent annoyances i have to deal with. ive stopped visiting hauptman111s site, simply because its the easiest thing to do. and then whenever twistedhaupt111 start commenting on my stuff, i simply delete their comments. this is the first rule of protecting yourself from e-stalkers. if you ignore them long enough, they will simply go nuts and figureo ut ways of grabbing your attenion. if you counter these methods, then they will eventually run out of ways to grab your attention, and therefore, move on to other pressing matters.

much like a dogs mind which simply go from barking at a mailman to chasing a ball if there is a treat inside of it. e-stalkers (twistedwood and hauptman111) will simply disappear, never to be heard from again. the other method is to simply give them too much attention, there by freaking them out into just leaving you alone to your own devices.

thats the approach im taking with this new blog. any time they comment on my blog, ill simply copy and paste their comments in here, and to put it in the ironic wording “put them in their places.” after all, that is what twistedhauptan111 wants me to do. put them in their places. like the bad boys they are.

folks, this is the alternate ending they get for simply not leaving me alone. and beleive me. i can play hauptmans game very, very well.

and just for the fuck of it, im not editing anything put here. so remember, im putting them here, in their places. where they can rant and rave all they want, and no one will give a damn. also, just for fun, ill put their comments in short story format. evil luaghter all around.

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