It seems that the crap tank has died again. But more importantly Hogarth has died. Mourn for him.

First off, what the fuck is so great about beer? Why do little prepubescent fucktards go to such lengths in a poor attempt to buy it with obviously fake ID's that they don't even take the time to memorize!? FUCK THEM ALL. Note this. If I catch anyone that I know and they know I know them try to buy beer from me at Dairy Barn (like Chris Polaro) you will forever be labeled a fucking idiot by me and I will want to kill you seven different ways.

And now the real reason I am furious beyond comprehension is people. Who the hell do people think they are. A few hours ago a family came to the door at work. A happy family. A bunch of little girls no older than eight, and two or three boys, their parents and the dog. They wanted to buy paper towels and egg. And that is when some dead man (if I ever find him) decided what a funny idea it would be to speed down Broadway and hurl an egg at them. Probably the same cunts who attacked me a while back. They hit the wall thankfully but the little girl was covered in yolk and shell from the impact. It hit like three inches away from her head. She could have really been hut.

However these people astonished me. I seemed to be the only one there that was blind with fury. They laughed and shrugged it off. Even made a joke about wanting bacon to go with it. Perhaps it's just my history with scrotums like that that made me so mad. Or maybe they were taking it lightly for the girls sake. She couldn't even wear her coat home.

Ha. Tonight was pretty slow at work. But I managed to pour about three gallons of hot coffee all over my leg when I was emptying it out. Bravo!

Things have been going well lately. I love not having school. New years eve was a lot of fun.

Marisa and I tried to go see the movie where Ben Stiller slaps Robin Williams monkey. But when we got there it was sold out. Damn old people. Get lives! Resurrect your dead friends and party with them instead of filling up the movie theaters. You remind me of yellow packing foam. From 1976! You know the smell of it. They don't smell like it but they certaily do make me think of it. After we left we tried the other theater but they didn't even have it. All we saw there was Kevin Manor eating gross nachos, marisa's brother, and learned that plastic knives are sharp too.

We went back to her house after finding things on a map for no reason. The Breakfast Club should have had more frosted flakes. I didn't see any at all. And that guy had square hair and It depresses me that even if I found him now I couldn't touch it because it's most likely not be square of of the same texture at all. Why don't people dance really really close to each other on railings in real life to pass the time. And why didn't the high school have a statue of a second floor in it. Fucking scallywag people who designed that high school.

My camera doesn't work anymore. OH WHAT A TRAVESTY!

I bet someone on earth right now is singing hot cross buns.

Christmas went pretty well this year apart from a few things.

I got Itchigo's sword (the last one thats long and black.) Kadaj's sword and Twilight Princess for wii. Oh how happy I was to find that one. there is but one serious problem with that gift however.





I don't have a nintendo wii. :(

That was a kick in the sack.

I love when costumers call me boss. It makes me feel like the leader of the yakuza. With like all the ronin and swords and such. Sweet.

On a similar note, my supervisor never came in to talk to me when she said she would to talk to me about the whole me saying fuck you to a customer. So I think if she cares at all she is going by the story that Christina told her that I didn't say it at all. Cool.

Oh my god!

Yesterday was funny. Work went so long but it was amusing. A horribly obese woman known only as "Mumbles" came in last night. I was packing her stuff into her bag and I said something like "I'm doing so bad tonight" and she kept smiling at me and laughing (like she always does when she sees me) and she said "I want to be bad too." I sincerely hope that that wasn't really an attempt to hit on me.

Later on some bitchy costumer gave me a pamphlet which read "Hellfire. Part of divine justice?" I first laughed at this fora few minutes then started to read it. Turns out she was a Jehovah's whiteness. I hate her. Don't try to push your ways unto me!

Then today I went to the bank to cash my check at the bank and activate my debit card. As I was getting into my car I closed my hair in the door.

~fin~

This is why I hate my family.

I was sitting in my room doing nothing more than talking with people on AIM. Both of my parents walk in asking me what I have for homework and what finals are coming up. When I tell them I have only two finals and I wasn't told what I need to do for the computer graphics one yet they don't beleive me. They are calling me a liar and mydad looks at the computer ans sees vampirefreaks on the screen amd is nw acusing me of being a devil worshiper. The only thing I said in response was calmly "no it's not." and i minimized it. then here we go. "OH GOD DAMN IT RYAN STOP BEING SO FUCKING SENSETIVE ALL THE TIME. IM SICK OF YOU. WHY DON'T YOU GO GET A BETTER FUCKING JOB AND PAY FOR COLLEGE YOURSELF. JACKASS!" Then they went downstairs.

My mom comes up a minute later, without knocking of course, and starts rummiging through my desk looking for scotch tape. And once again not beleiving me when I say I don't have any and I never have. Then when she is aboutto leave she sees a bag of cheetos on the ground and starts yelling at me about not eating what she cooks. By the way she never cooks. And when she does it can kill a horse.

So I have done nothing and they treat me like shit. ok.

Yes today was fun. I woke up far too late though. I was late picking Laina up from school and such but then I was able to open up my own bank account so I have full access to all of my money and a credit and debit card will be sent to me within a few days. Woo. Later I met one of Laina's friends Sarah. She was cool. Apparently I have a really cool voice.

Then we went to get Marisa and met with Lucy at the high school for a play that made no sense and sucked. There was this kid there who had an old guy from Florida ass and I couldn't help but laugh at him whenever I saw him. Oh the hugeness of it. How can a toilet support him? He must hang over the side a lot. Marisa kept holding me down when I tried to go up to see if they had their scripts on the table. Eventually I just stopped trying.

I learned to kick myself in the head even it doesn't seem like a very useful talent. Um... I'm tired and don't really feel like typing anymore. So the rest of the night was good too. THE END.