Stories of my Daily Life

Stalking old highschool crushes

2012-07-24T06:29:00.000-07:00

I'm really not trying to be creepy or weird, it's just life is so short... and I thought it be quite cool for some women to know how I felt and really... I was hoping for them to answer back positively. You know, like how I would love to have loved them back in the day. Really, I'm not the social type and high school was crazy, I was doing a lot of shit on my own at home away from school and I never mixed both education and business together, it was unethical. I've overcame a lot of obstacles and fears, and I stand here today a new man, a changed man. A healthier man.

I don't really mean to creep, stalk or fill anyone's head with nonsense, I really mean the things I say. Like when I wrote Molly, I meant every word. I was naive, huh? Well, that's fine. There were so much going on at school that I never took part in when I had the potential to. Besides sports, like hanging out with all the sluts and jocks. I could have done that. But on most days I hurried home to hang out with my older brother, Samantha, smoked dope and drive around into B-town. God, if I could just go back, I could social engineer myself into a lot of women's pants but that's not even what I want.

I just want to have that one moment where you feel unstoppable.

Where you stand on-top of the world and look down at everyone else for once.

Knowing you got the girl you liked , and you're the luckiest guy.

See, if Jenni had been apart of Colchester High School, my time at school would have been a great time, I'd have no regret. Samantha, she was a fucking loser. She'd puke after every meal just so she can lose weight.

She dropped out and did nothing with her life. My parents helped raise my daughter. I always gave Samantha more credit for raising my Daisy but the truth is, Samantha didn't do shit until she got a settlement from our divorce. It was a small settlement and I was losing everything as it was, so I couldn't win custody over Daisy. Something else I regret. God, having a child at such a young age could really screw up all of your plans. Jenni, man, if she had been there... I'd probably be much more popular. Jenni really does out class me but when me and her started hooking up she was getting high, wasting money on booze, cigarettes, and pot.

I always thought, if I had brought my drug life into my high school life, I'd also be very popular as well. Known as the student that deals pot, dirt and ecstasy. But only the big dumbass losers at Colchester were potheads though. I didn't really care for those rejects. They were a bunch of inbred faggots and to be quite frank, those jackass couldn't even afford it. All they did was go around breaking into people's lockers and stealing shit to trade for cigarettes. Immoral bastards. I made a vow to beat the fuck out of that Cody kid who stole my precious iPod , 50 dollars and my driver's license.

Who the fuck steals people's ID? Really? Fucking faggot. So anyways, 2010, I beat the shit out of Cody in Colchester, and he cried like a bitch. Grown ass man crying. Was the most filling day of my life. Getting that sweet revenge. Of course, he never saw it coming. And nobody ever caught the culprit. ;-)

Anyways, back to my problem.

I've messaged a few girls from back in the days and I wanted them to understand me, to give me a chance to prove my worth. Lo and behold, I was finally given a chance. Met up with this girl (Amanda) and she was smoking hot, or rather beautiful. She was a nerd's dream. But when I met her, she brought her boyfriend along so I ended the date in like 20 minutes. Made up this retarded reason that I had to go because I was supposed to record Gossip Girl for my "girlfriend" and at the time I wasn't with anyone XD

Couldn't let them know that I watched Gossip Girl. People in Vermont are boring assholes with no taste or sense of fashion. All bleeding imbeciles.

No worries. I dated this underclassmen for a while. Lena , she was hot, just not really my type. I don't get it. The girls in my grade, are flat out shallow and fucking stupid but the 08 class of women are actually smart, fun and down to earth. They couldn't careless if I was 10 years older or 10 years younger, they enjoyed my company.

Anyway, I'm telling you all of this because, well, I finally ran into a girl from my grade, we sat and chatted, we had a blast, had many laughs and shared a great moment together. I saw her at Ben & Jerry's. She told me I was cute and funny back in the days and how I was the class clown, and she wished I had been more noticeable outside of school. Was I really a ghost?

I mean, I drove a nice car, I wore nice clothes and I was the only gook in Colchester, how could I go unnoticed in a small country town?

Well, to wrap things up, fuck this weather.
I'm just trying to get some coffee and it starts pouring rain. Fuck that.

So here I sit, at Starbucks on my dying laptop , waiting till 1PM so I can head over to Computers for Change and see if the guy ordered me that 12cell battery yet. I got this new HP laptop but the battery duration on it is crap.

So I figured I'd pay this dude 60 bucks to get me a 12 cell, so I could sit here at Starbucks longer and type longer useless unread blogs.

Enjoy the shit filled rain.

Women with shit for standards

2012-07-17T08:08:00.001-07:00

This post is inspired by this annoying fat bitch from facebook that I reluctantly added out of sympathy, she kept liking my posts and trying to start conversations with me so I thought it be polite to accept her friend request.
First off, she's an ugly fat looking Mexican chick, alright. She's maybe 19 years old, give or take from Detroit. Why am I talking to someone four years younger than me, I don't know but I'll soon remove her , especially after she reads my blog. I will link my blog to my status when done.

Alright, two months of reading my Facebook newsfeed and this is all I read from her.

"grr moms a bitch made me wake up at 8 am to walk my brother then i woke up my brother and he took me to mcdonalds"

-Bitch, you're already fucking 500 pounds, the last thing you need is greasy fucking fast food. Get a fucking clue. Avoiding much needed exercise with tainted greasy nasty breakfast from McDonalds.

" dis boy likes me, wants me happy, my parents likes him, hes got a job and a car but i dont know why i dont like him :/"

-Cause you're a stuck up bitch trying to lose your virginity to some wannabe thug rather than chilling with a nice young gentleman. You ever wondered why you're single and why you talk about hot boys all the time rather than being with hot boys? It's not because you're ugly and fat. It's because your standards are shit.

"Snap Backs, Tattoos, Piercings, That Shit is so sexxxy (;"

-No it's not, you dumb bitch. Only fucking boys and jobless assholes who can't get over high school dress like fucking douchebags. I stopped wearing those retarded Snap backs in like Middle School. They're fucking stupid. Hats are meant to keep the sun from blurring your eyes and or to cover hair.

Tattoos, god, I regret mine. I'm going to try and laser them all off when I get the money. Tattoos aren't cool and they're an excuse for your stupid dumbass to fit in with a bunch of posers. Piercings? I don't mind dudes with their ears pierced. I have mine but I take them out frequently. However, dudes with fucking facial piercing are faggots. The nose, the lips, the eyebrows, wherever the fuck else, it's just stupid. Nothing sexy about boys who haven't grown up. I also bet that 95% of assholes who fit this description probably don't have jobs and still live at home with their mothers. Get real and get stability in your life, otherwise be miserable and live the rest of your life with regret, I don't give a fuck.

I don't mind that she's fat or ugly, I don't really care how women look, because as a man, I respect women of all type and colour. I honestly do.

But when women are fucking morons that's when I want to bury them in my neighbours backyard since I don't have a backyard. Oi.

This woman I've been talking about isn't the only one that has shit for standards. There are millions of you women all around the world but mostly in the United Kingdom , America and Canada. Everywhere else in the world, cultures stay true to tradition and the Countries like Australia that doesn't have tradition for getting two people together. Aussie women are real laid back down to earth types that will hang out with you if you lie and tell them you play the guitar and surf. I used to fucking pretend to be Australian and I got so much E-pussy it was unreal.

Anyway, English women are fucking brats and they all think they're princesses.

I mean, their fucking country and nation is led by a fucking 90 year old bitch that has the same routine every fucking day. tea, crumpet, pet her puppies and more tea and biscuits. Also English women get raped like at least twice in their lifetime. They're weak and they're dumb, will take any drug you give them. I could go to England and collect about a dozen women in one night with roofies , drug them, rape them mutilate them and rape their mutilated corpse. English women are stupid and the only smart ones are soulless gingers that read too much shit and superstitious.

American women, are the biggest fucking turn offs. They're unbelievably dumb and obnoxious. Of all the women in the world, they are the biggest fucking brats I have ever encountered. I don't mind the outdoorsy type women who like hiking, biking, swimming, reading but everyone else except for the nature-loving women are fucking imbeciles. Molly Pepper is a great example. This is probably the 5th time I've mentioned her in my blogs. She's a total fucking race traitor, and a disgrace to the white race , not that I care but a girl that goes down for the brothers is a girl without care. Why I endured the agony of being in love with her is beyond me but I realise now it was a waste of time. She dates fucking douchebags that are 24 years old, still wearing fucking snapback hats sideways and wears sport jersey everywhere they go. Kids with no sense of style, no sense of direction, no sense for that matter. Just fucking losers. Not all American girls are like Molly but they are becoming more bold and they are breeding much more now with the niggers that were brought here to be slaves. Now they fucking run our Country. Ironic twist of fate, if you ask me.

Canadian women, god, don't get me started.

They have fucking Canadian Idol, yet like half of Canada watches American Idol. Not that this is relevant but just something I wanted to vent. I've loved two Canadian chicks in my life. Jamie and Shannon. I lied to them both because we all know women who live in Canada are all stuck up bitches too. Only difference between Canadian and American girls are that Canadian females are much prettier. Literally half of the fucking female models today are women from Canada. Pam Anderson back in her prime, right from Canada. Trist Stratus, that Wrestling Diva, god she's beautiful. And pretty much every hot female Actress in Hollywood as well. Anyways, Canadian women are dumb and they don't know what they want. Jamie, or however she spelled her name, she was one of my finest love. I lied to her which I really do feel terrible about because I ruined and wasted a lot of her time for my reckless lies and bullshit. If I could go back, I'd probably hijack someone's car and drive up to Canada and be there for her Birthday party like she wanted me to do. I would have spoiled her if I knew how much I'd like her after she left me.

I take too much shit for granted and I promise, in another life I'll make it up to all the people I've forsaken.

Oh, and emo girls are straight up, fucking ugly and retarded.

Stop with the Rawr and the cupcakes and go back to cutting yourselves.

My name's Thanh Praiwan Mai and I live in a boring fucking town with boring fucking people and I am surrounded by douchebags that can't hold a job if their life depended on it. Uneducated fucks.

Math class's top student.

2012-07-11T11:39:00.002-07:00

Wasn't me but I sure was the brightest, believe it. Teachers always told me, if I had written down how I solved the equations , I'd be an A+ student in math classes. Well, that's too bad, I always had the right answers but I never worked them out on paper. I really solved everything in my head. That's how I go at math problems. I would sit in class with my hoody and listen to my iPod while cranking answers to silly equations out like Matt Damon in Good Will Hunting.

See, I didn't go to school for the grades or for any special attention. I went to school to learn and to keep me occupy throughout the mornings and afternoons. I was always giving my teacher trouble. Especially the English teachers and history teachers. I remember correcting my Math teacher and giving him a new formula to solve for X, he tossed me out of class and I pissed under the crack of the door to the classroom. Got suspended for five days, not bad. Creative Writing teacher would give us the most retarded assignments and I always done them on something that was raunchy, racist, explicit and obscene. I've had to rewritten about 50 papers because of the topics I discussed. Normally about drugs, addiction, Hitler, Racism, and niggers.

I really did love school, I loved everything about it. Where you stand , where you fit in and where you don't. It was like a game. Like all schools, we stereotyped our classmates and we separated apart from them at the lunch tables, in the yard, in gym. But in Math classes, everyone came to me. Honestly, I don't know why people came to me. Maybe it was because I could solve their equations or answer their questions. I literally gave all the cheerleaders and whores answers off my paper. They always complained because I never showed them the way to solve it. They ask if I had a special calculator that solved equations for me and I never answered. That's what my teachers were concerned about that I was cheating. I never cheated in my life except for Science and Chemistry. Biology too. I fucking hated that shit. When it came to their formulas, I knew them in the back of my head but I hated building projects or even worse, I hated presenting my projects in front of the classroom. Science really isn't my thing nor is tech.

By my senior year, I only had like three mandatory classes that I had to attend. Classes in high school are roughly around an hour and a half long, so I had a lot of time off from school senior year. In fact, I rarely was seen my senior year at school. I'd drive to school at like 10:30 AM for my first class, Advance Writing and Philosophy, Poetry and this one math class about learning how to write checks and other stupid retarded shit like stocks and I guess that's it. In that senior year math class, they held a competition for all the seniors in the state. Some stock and share holding simulator and the top five students that made the most profits would earn like 500 dollars and recommendation for college if we ever wanted to major in stock holding , business and whatever other shit. I honestly, didn't care for any of that. I just wanted my day to end as quickly as possible. Well, bad news. They assigned us a partner. It was a two student partner competition and I had this new chick who moved from like Arkansas to Vermont and she had a lot of zits on her face but she was at the same time really pretty and down to earth. I would have asked her out if I wasn't dating Becky at the time.

When the project started, me and this chick I think her name was Amanda, I'll have to check my Year Book to find out but who really cares anyways? Amanda and I exchanged numbers and she would always grab the morning papers and read the stock market to me, mostly we did this in the cafeteria but some times I'd grab us bagels on A days when we had this math class together and we'd chill out in my car. She wanted to plan everything out with me together because she knew I didn't really show up in class much, haha.
Well, I already picked the five-six businesses that I wanted to buy thousands of shares from. Microsoft, Apple and at the time McDonalds was doing their whole Monopoly boardgame thing again so I bought a bunch of shares for McDonalds. She wanted to buy some car companies , some oil companies and the ones she picked fucking ruined us. I bought a ton of shares for movie production companies as well because of major box office hits, and the retards in my senior class were too stupid to think about product and merchandise release and the hype and attention they would draw. All of those idiots bought shit for like Beer Company, Sports team, and shit that appealed to them coming off as "cool."

Well, Amanda said she refused to work with me on this because I was in control of everything and that I was a control freak who despised her or some crap. So the teacher split the both of us up and she was working on her thing and I was working on mine. I told her, she should have stayed with me because we were already ahead of everyone in earnings by a large margin and still she refused because she wanted to buy fucking girly girl products and the whole music industry shit that appealed to her and the media loving faggots.
Well, 90 days of this went by and finally they announced the top five students and teams, and well, I was number 1. I had won and crushed my competition by a couple million dollars. Each student was given 10 thousand dollars to buy stocks and shares. I made 10 thousand turn into 14 million dollars in three months of navigating the system. Don't believe me? Ask my former teacher. She's a total slut that drinks regularly at Mike's pub on Main St. I'll look up the number but you can call the place at any time from 9pm to 10pm and ask for her. Fuck, I honestly don't even remember her name it was something crazy like Ms. Schuzpow12873467124jdgfash. Exactly. I'd think up a better story to tell if I was in the mood for lying.

Amanda made the teacher force me into splitting my 500 dollar earnings even when I presented evidence that every stock that Amanda purchased, I sold the day after she left my team. So, out of generosity I gave her 250 dollars and she still felt like she was something special, like she really tried to claim credit for my victory. This is why I hate doing projects with other people. I sit and do all the fucking work and later, they claim credit for shit they barely put any effort into. It's a fucking mockery and a damn insult.

By the way, Amanda has two half black half whatever the fuck she is, some freaky zitfaced conniving bitch babies and she's chubby, single and unemployed. I pay taxes, and some of my tax money goes to this bitch so that she can continue to live. Such fucking bullshit. The government, the feds, the whoever can do anything about this should go fucking put a bullet into her head and dump her nigger babies into the water and let them drown.
It's fucking disgusting how we let losers, fucking lazy nigger loving pieces of shit like her live and we must pay taxes for them to fucking take up all of our resources. I am fucking heartless, so the fuck what? When you get a fucking job, have a family and must pay taxes, you will understand what I am going through. It's not even like I'm complaining about taxes and niggers this time. I'm complaining that everyone who fucking graduates high school should be more than capable to get a fucking job and do something with their life. I know a kid who dropped out of school sophomore year just so he can work full time to support his family and his own drug addiction. I couldn't give a shit about his drug addiction or how he spent his money but at least he did something about it.

I hate lazy fucks who refuses to make a differences in their own life.
People who sit around waiting for others to do something for them.
Fuck you. I'll fucking shove a graphing calculator up your fat fucking ass and ram my entire arm up through your anus and grab your beating heart and crush it in the palm of my hands. I have a lot of rage buried in me and one day, one of these fucking losers will feel my wrath.

Yours truly,

The Brightest Math student of Colchester High School.

My PO wants me to work at the Boys and Girls Club

2012-07-10T07:10:00.000-07:00

I laughed in his face when he offered me a new day job at the Boys and Girls club, here in Burlington. I thought he was joking but he was serious. He said I could quit my job at the Hotel and work with kids for shit pay. I always thought my PO knew me better than most people did. Like he understood me.

Let me tell you all the bad things and reasons why I will never work at the Boys and Girls club.

1) It's all fucking African kids who can't speak English and the only words they know how to say is food and hungry followed by a motion of belly rubbing to show that they're starving niggers.

2) I'll probably influenced the children in a bad way, teach them bad things.

I'd probably make all the white and Asian kids racists, form a cult for children and brainwash them into believing niggers are vile savages. Fucking primal criminals and AIDs infested apes.

3) The pay is a fucking joke. It's $8.25 per hour. I'm not looking after a bunch of wild niggers for eight dollars. I have taxes to pay thanks to these niggers and the nigger of a president, Obama. I have taxes, I have a family now and I've just started getting my life together. I make more than twice that at my current job where I work with friendly down to earth potheads that play poker all night and drink whiskey from a water bottle. Fuck that noise.

4) It's fucking summer, and I rather not be stuck inside all fucking day watching children in 90-100 degree weather. What's fucking wrong with you?

Who would even take such a fucking shitty job? I walk out at nights in the garage parking lot, and I get a uniform with simple tools for the job.

Why would I trade that for a shitty Boys and Girls yellow tied-dyed shirt that says staff on the back? Really? At least have a fashion sense, right?

My woman loves my black uniform and how I wear my NY Yankees hat with it with the belt showing just enough to shout swag. I come home and unzip my pants and drop my trouser and turn my woman on. I can't go home with some ugly fucking yellow shirt. Fuck that in the ass.

Anyways, I love kids and all, but niggers, no thanks.
Hell, if I saw a nigger boy drowning in 5 feet deep water right in front of me, I wouldn't move a muscle to save his fucking ass. I'd stand there and laugh as he watches me in his final seconds struggling to swim. I would then drag his dead weight body out from the water and cut gills into him and throw him back into the water and laugh as I think to myself he would emerge from the water slapping his feet together swimming like a dolphin. That's what I would do. Then a bunch of real dolphins will swim up to him and kill him.
No such thing as a nigger dolphin. It would offend them greatly that a nigger ape would disguise himself as such a beautiful elegant creature such as the Dolphin species. I hate niggers.

Some chick I cybered.

2012-07-07T09:21:00.002-07:00

Yeah, I had cyber sex. Words went in my butt and came out my dick all white and sticky. I'm actually not trying to poke fun of cyber sex, it's actually very creative and it takes a wonderful imagination to receive the full climax of it all. Trust me, my imagination is wild and vivid. In fact, I could say that my dick erects harder when I imagine sex than when I watch porn. I could lay in bed and just imagine taking a girl's ass and slamming it through the mattress.

Anyway, this is less about cybersex than it is about this chick.
This was about three years ago. Her name is Jessica and she was really hot, I loved her and I fantasizing about her because everyone in this forsaken homosexual, nigger infested state, Vermont, is all fucking ugly. At least the white women are. They're all fat and being skullfucked by 12inch nigger dick, which really is disgusting in all senses. Jessica, now, she was beautiful but she was much younger than I, she was like 6 years younger, I believe. Maybe not, let's see.

She was like 15-16 3 years ago, yeah?
Three years ago I was 20... So yeah, I'm a pedophile or just a normal man, with the lust to bone one girl younger than the age limit permits. That, my friend is called love. I did love her too, I constantly thought about her and dreamed of giving her a beautiful luxurious life. Before I was arrested three years ago, I had it all, living with my older brother, moving from places to places, exchanging cars for cars and traveling the world, my pockets were never empty. I thought about Jessica and I didn't know much about her other than the obvious. She was a super fucking slut. Hell, she even dated this nigger named Chase or Jase, whichever. It was a suitable name for a nigger, right? Niggers are always on the run from authority, whatever, you got the pun I was trying to make. Anyway, Jessica was beautiful, the woman I desired but everything about her I hated. And fuck you, I'm not shallow, she really got me thinking about her a lot. Which was odd, because at that time I was also dating another girl. You know that Usher song, "You Make Me Wanna"?

Let me tell you about Jessica.

She's a fucking loser, a down right fucking whore-ass retard.
When I first met her, she thought she was a smart cookie, but I fucking knew she was dumb. She was "home schooled" but we all know that means you're a dropout fuck that works the corner avenue while your mum works the strip pole. But seriously, when I met her, she lacked ambition and knowledge. Knowledge that could actually get her a smart boyfriend, she was the type of girl every fucking nerd fingered their butts over.
She had an adorable voice too, I masturbate every time I talked to her on the phone. I think she caught on after a few phone calls when I started squealing like a pig and moaning like a whore. I don't grunt, by the way. That's just retarded. You ever seen the faces you make during sex , during the climax?
Right as you come, you make the most retarded face, I've seen it. I have mirrors in my room, and it's one of my little fetishes, to watch myself fuck.

Well back to the topic, Jessica was a dumbass when I first met her.
Her grammar was way off, and she tried to whore herself into every conversation that was taking place in the chatrooms.

Guy 1: no fuck you troll
Guy 2: lulz u mad bro
Guy 1: ur mom is mad troll
Guy 2: lel your mums a whore i've fucked her
Jessica: fuck my mom too hehe
Guy 1: shut up bitch
jessica: make me with ur cock
Guy 2: goodfight aids and stds
Guy 1: dont want your used gapped puss bitch
Jessica: brb fingering myself

Jessica had all these piercings on her face, it was kind of ugly , and the only thing about her appearance I didn't like. Besides for tiny nipples, piercings stood out more. I hate those kinds of girls that thought piercings were fashionable. They're made for your ears and only for your ears.

So, Jessica was a dropout , unemployed whore that stayed on the internet 12 hours a day, mostly on Flixster and myspace. The more she and I talked, the harder she tried to impress me by acting smart. Remember above, how I said she had no ambition and she was a loser? Well, that loser told me she wanted to be a paramedic. Who the fuck wants to be a paramedic?
Why not be an escort whore? Go to parties and stand next to rich guys and get paid for looking sexy and making the lonely dumbass without a lover look good? All if not most, people who hire female escorts, are lonely assholes who think of themselves as playboys , tailor-maid faggots, you know.
Jessica could be one of those, if only she had bigger tits. God, damn.
She has the tiniest titties, like 5 year old undeveloped baby tits.
Which now that I have her tits on my mind, I see no future with her at all. She couldn't breast feed if we had a child together. And I'll be dammed if we had a wet nurse.

Let's see the list of wrongs about her so far.

Small tits.
Major slutbag.
Facial piercing.
Nigger lover.
Dropout with no education.
And by the way, she dropped out Freshmen year.

Anyways, she started to turn herself around.
She took out her piercings, she improved her grammar and she left Chase the fat nigger with dreads rolled up on his head. He was a major pussy too. A soft as nigger that carried AIDs inside his penis. God, why of all places, would you want to cyber-date a nigger? I understand the crave and desire women have for big large fat dicks, so you close your eyes and pick a nigger at random in some bar, hoping he'd take you home and fuck your pussy loose.

Here's the thing, people.
Niggers don't have hard erected dick. I've seen more porn than you've breathed oxygen. My life's dedicated to porn, or was. And niggers have large soft dicks that just curves down. That's why they like to fuck chicks from behind because a woman laying on her back couldn't feel the pleasure of a nigger's dick going into her pussy while the dick curved down. So she'd have to change her position to get the most out of a nigger's dick. It's a fact, retards. I've studied sex, alright. I have sex, every night with different women, till I met Jenni. I promise. Hell, I had so much pussy back then, I had pussy falling out my pocket. Watch your step, yea?

There's nothing to niggers that's attractive or desirable.
They're all savages and criminals. They all carry AIDs from a long line of breeding and ancestry. Descendants of Africans who had 20 wives, and they had no condom to protect their wiener. Raping women from their tribe until they got shot in the face with a blowdart and snagged and shipped over to America a divided nation at the time.

God, I hate niggers so much. It's hard to keep on subject when everything I blog boils down to my rage and anger which is hatred caged inside of me.

Anyways, after I got out of Jail, I contacted Jessica immediately, I told her I loved her, and all that. She was a whore, so she didn't understand love and I probably was confused about it too. I really did masturbate in my cell all the time while I was in jail. Just shooting loads thinking about Jessica.
I dreamt that her tits were bigger and that she was older and that we'd be a happy couple, always boning and every year it would seem we'd be reproducing by mixing our DNA into a baby sperm that would later grow inside her. That was my dream, my thoughts, my way of letting myself know that outside these prison walls, I had a girl that I loved and was waiting for me to rescue her from her whore-life of disappointment. So we cyber dated.
I know, fuck off. Love isn't a luxury and it's complicated.
We didn't last longer than a day before she broke up with me. XD!

But we were like this on and off for the next couple of months, getting together and than calling it off. She definitely was a troublesome young whore, that my mind kept thinking about. You know what else she is?
A fucking thieving lying whore. We said we'd write letters to each other and shit, and I did, I wrote a cheesy letter and sent her a photo of me pissing my pants standing at this railing where I saw Santa for the first time in some mall in California where I first lived. That fucking bitch never sent it back nor wrote me a letter. After that, my thoughts about her progressed and every thought was violent. I wanted to beat the legs out from under her, she'd have to slide and crawl on the floor muscling her vagina to inch herself across the floor. She'd be a legless walking vagina. I wanted to beat her so bad.
Even my little brother at the time wanted to beat her. His idea was to slice her tiny nipples off and take a 14inch blade and saw through her vagina slicing her in half from the vaginal region up to her waist and chest, then he'd fill her insides with candy and sew the split half bodies back together and make a

piñata out of her.

God she kept breaking my heart at the time, I finally gave up and dated this pothead chick i slept with once at a party. Her name was Lena. She's the exact opposite of Jessica but Lena was boring as fuck. I didn't want to spend another dime on weed just so the two of us could spend time doing something together. Everything we ever did together cost money. Like we can't even walk down the beach without her asking for like 20 dollars to buy ice cream or some pot dealer she saw at the beach. Haha, Lena broke up with me because I didn't want to watch Dear John with her when she rented the movie.

Jessica would never do that.

Jessica would break up with me because she found some other nigger on the internet that made her laugh. Jessica was a major whore, I hate her so much.

I just about then, me and her kind of parted ways for a while, I got arrested again, and for the three months I sat in the hole, I never once thought about her, she had hurt me pretty badly. Crushed my dreams and gave me no chance of hope for the future. I served my time and I came back to my old self, having sex with every walking creature within a five mile radius that had a vagina.

A woman like Jessica is nothing but trouble.

She's the kind of woman that if you yell at, she'll yell back and threaten to slit your throat while you sleep then fart into the cut, blowing the blood that would gush out from the hole, back into the stream and flow of the veins, she'd prop you up and take a nine iron and start swinging at your head, so that you'd be alive to feel the pain. She's a psycho and it's because nobody loves her truly for who she is but only for her body. Fuck that. If I had known her titties would get bigger, I would have tried to work it out with her. Fuck Jenni. A Jessica with titties is a Jessica for me but she had none at the time!

Honestly though, I'm actually happy for her, she's working now and probably has her GED. She's talking to me again and we're on good terms.

I think she's happy for me too. Wonders how things work out between two former flames. Though, I'm sure she never liked or cared about me as I cared about her but she's doing well, looking good and her tits got bigger.

Or maybe she's disguising her small tits with some socked stuffed bras?

I'll have to investigate and get some psychical evidence, right?

Oh and the lesson of the day is,

Stay away from breastless girls with tattoos and dropped out of school.

They're whores and they are psychos that will kill you in your sleep.

And never write to any of them, pen pals are done and over with in this generation. Also, don't send them money, photos, or anything that means anything to you. They'll never send them back, let alone write you a letter.

And a when you have cyber sex, be creative, and let them know affirmatively, that your dick is hard and it's slapping from palm to palm right now, with the thought of her. They'll totally love you.

Dudes and cellphones.

2012-07-06T10:43:00.003-07:00

What's the big idea, bitch?

I'm taking a stroll from Sea-Side parking lot, where I park my car to walk to the library every other day or so . On two different occasions, two different fucks bump into me because they were looking down at their phones, texting. I swear to god, and I posted this on facebook, too. I will fucking punch the next guy that bumps into me looking down at his phone like a fucking faggy piece of shit. There's really no fucking way to explain how mad I am. I have a phone, a blackberry and recently, Jenni bought me an Android.
I've probably made about three fucking texts in the past 6 months. I have about 90 people on my contact list and probably called over 200 different people from my phone. And in all that time, this year, I've texted three times give or take. Sure, I used to tweet from my phone but never while driving or walking on the sidewalk where I may crash or bump into people. Fucking retards. Pick your nuts up, seriously.

Only girls and women are the exception for their texting addiction, because women are fucking dull and having chats with them over the phone are boring. If you're a man , dragging your feet while you walk looking down heavily awaiting with anticipation or jamming your fingers down at your fucking keys, while you should be looking to see if someone is walking in front of you, then you deserve to get yourself beat. Fucking nigger was staring down at his fucking blackberry walking crisscross, fucking taking up the whole side walk and bumps into me and says "dawg............" Fuck you, nigger.

You know those fucking boys who think they're tough shit when they're sitting up at 3AM in their bed texting their other boyfriends asking what they're doing? I mean besides what every other person besides your own lonely ass, we're all sleeping. Yet you think it's a brilliant idea to send us texts.
That's the only reason I keep my phone off when I'm sleeping. That's also why I don't give out my number to just anyone. I did that once, gave my number to a kid I met and he blew up my phone with texts like a fiend.
Fucking A. I wish they'd just keep phones simple. Now people can sit at park benches and browse the net on their phone while texting and being a complete faggot all to themselves. I just hate the idea that men are succumbing to such feminine activities such as constant texting and living your life on a phone.

Has this world become so distant that we all fucking text and tweet down everything rather than using what phones were made to do, like calling the person? How low has society fallen?

In other news , my sister is back in Jail.
My brother and I made about 2grands in a couple of nights roaming the streets. I won't get into too much details but I do have a new laptop and iPod. He's got a rifle and a hunting knife, yea.

Probably the biggest news is that I'm going to have a son.
Yeah, bitches. I thought it'd be longer till find out but Jenni went in and got examined and they saw the fetus and he definitely had my dick, that baby had a 2inch erected boner slapping against Jenni's belly. That two inch will only get bigger with time like his father. Yours truly. In seriousness, it's a boy and me and Jenni are spending the whole weekend together trying to come up with a traditional Vietnamese name with meaning for our boy. This is truly the most wonderful time in my life. I get off paroles in two months if not less, and Jenni's due in Mid September. My child will be blessed with perfect health and great looks, taking after his mother, really. He's going to rock a mohawk, believe it, assholes.

After this baby , we're going to take a few months off to prepare and start our family then at the end of April, we're getting married. So I expect a bunch of fucking gifts from all of you. I have really turned my life around. It took two years and a felony charge but honestly, who could say that my life sucks right now? My girlfriend is fifty times more attractive than I'll ever be or get another of, she's irreplaceable and most importantly, she believes in me.

So does your mum and aunties, you faggots.
Have a good weekend, yea?

Pissed Off!

2012-06-25T07:57:00.001-07:00

It pisses me off how internet forums and chat rooms have gone to shit.
Every community I've visited is filled with festering fucks who think they know how to troll or think others fail, as if repeating the same fucking "you fail" line makes you any better. I can't have open arguments and debates with anyone, it's impossible to find serious threads without some moron referring to trolls, umadbro, and you fail. Since when has the internet sucked so much ass? It's the same shit with retards who listens to Lil Wayne and says he's poetic and he's swag and balling.

First off, I'd slam dunk over Lil Wayne.

Secondly, there's no poetry in any of his shit.

Finally, he doesn't even write his own lyrics.

I can't find a single fucking community that doesn't consist of retarded "trolls", fucking nigger lovers and homosexual supporters. I just want a community without gay fag supporters and dumbass trolls. I don't even care if I have to tone my language down a little. I can control my aggressive nature simply if I had to and I would just only if I could find a respectable community. Also the moderators and admins would have to be logical and not big fucking power hungry cocksucking fucks.

I've only ever been apart of like four communities, really.

Flixster.com Chat rooms and forums.ha

Powerbot.org IRC, Flame section and Random section.

Myspace Forums L&R , R&P , and the Anime section mostly.

RuneScape: Castle War Community.

See, Flixster, that was an original and a great community once.

I've gotten at least 20,000 post counts there,and I was known everywhere.
If I could take back some of the lies I've told on flixster, I would, trust me.

I've done and said some pretty shitty stuff that makes my stomach twist to this day, just thinking about it. At least on flixster there were a ton of cute and adorable girls. Some whores too. I loved Flixster but I guess me and Shane helped ruin the Chatrooms with all of our trolls that got a bunch of kids crying to Admins. It didn't help that I spammed a bunch of porn from trannies to gay men. Then some asshole by the name of Rob took over and he had his ideas of making Flixster less social and more based around movies. He led the whole Flixster Expert project. That one time, I hacked Flixster to redirect users who clicked on their profile, they got redirected a Keylogger and Malware viruses. It was the best and most notorious day in my life. I even met the owner of Flixster in California, though under terrible circumstances.
Soon after, the forums got destroyed. We were no longer able to post HTML, no photos, no bold letters, no large letters and no links. Forums were coming to an end and everyone knew it. Everyone joined Facebook, created groups and pages, the whole she-bang. Anyways, I met some of my best friends from Flixster. Shane and Richard.

As for Powerbot, used to be fun. Used to be filled with infamous troll phrases. It was the first community I joined that allowed posting of porn, gore, bloody nuns and allowed us to talk shit to each other with little to no consequences. I got hooked in the Flame Section, of course, post counts there didn't exist in that section, otherwise I would have had thousands of posts. I shortly became a moderator there when I had my own personal RuneScape service. I had so many vouches, so many views, so many orders and I was stealing everyone else's orders. I had cheap and the fastest time done for Torsos. Of course, I was a member of Barbarian Assault Addicts, and our clan finished games within 20 minutes, and we had secret methods of accumulating max points per round. Being apart of Powerbot, I became more honest about things, about myself in particularly.

Myspace forums were the best. My older brother used it too, so I could see what he was up to. He met a few chicks from Myspace, and scored with them. He's into that shit, meeting up with strangers and fucking them. Some of them were hot, some cute, but none I'd fuck, personally. I'm strictly Asian girls only now. Again, he used the forums, I used the L&R (Love and Relationship) forums everynow and then but mostly, I used Religion and Philosophy. I earned my first forum badge from R&P. The Loyalty badge and the Protector badge. For users who are active and for users who defend their religion and such. The Anime forums were cool until it became less about anime and more about the retarded nonstop drama that escalated throughout all the other forums with the random invasion and shit. Anyways, I used Myspace for stalking my school crush. Rebecca and Molly.

RuneScape, CWC: Was the best. Cal, Aaron, Josh, Robert, Daz and Jarred.

God, CWC was the best. I became popular and famous instantly when I first joined. No, I was introduced and by Cal whom I met playing Castle Wars. He was helping me learn the roots, the fundamentals of the game. Advance tactics and everything else he knew. Shortly, I joined a real Castle War Clan and that's when everyone knew me from W52 on the RuneScape servers. I was the ladies-man of the forums on CWC. Since everyone who played Castle Wars was Asian and Belgium, I was one of the better looking Asian guys.

But of course, I was still young and foolish, I took advantage of a bunch of the girls and exposed their nudes to my other guy-friends. They were all "Yo come on m8 let's get dem nudes pls I'll pay 10m" It was like free money.

Anyways, I got hacked in the end, lost everything, was betrayed by friends and I had no interest in those Asian girls so I gave up, and leaked all the nudes I had and made fun of Jarred's cancer. He was a bald 17 year old that used cancer to guilt women into internet dating him. It was a hoot, sitting around watching him go up to girls on runescape and asking them out. He ALWAYS mention cancer. "Oh hey. I bet you're cute and pretty in real life, I can tell from your pixel that you have a wonderful personality, I don't know if you have a boyfriend or not but I'm single, and you seem really wonderful want to date me? I got cancer and I may die at any given time, which I hope you don't mind, I suffer a lot from trauma, abuse, and people who make fun of me. But I'm strong, and I won't hurt you, I promise. " So fucking epic.

But yea, I used to guilt Jarred into giving me bucket loads of gold, he was rich on runescape. He must've had at least 50b from staking and hacking all of his little girlfriends.

I miss these communities but I won't return to them.

I need somewhere new, some place where nobody knows who I am so I can alter my attitude to adjust in with an entirely new and active community.

teenzforums, rsportal, runedream, tekkennation, yugiohforums, 1channel.ch, fucking Maruku's shitty site, forgot what it was called... they even banned me.

Every place I go, I'm neither welcomed nor appreciated for my honesty.

These kids, they want to live in their make belief world, in their shitty dicksuck community for ranks and popularity, rather than learning and being told the truth, expanding their intellectuals.

Clearing some things up

2012-06-16T07:39:00.000-07:00

Fuck, my class of 07 reunion is today. I can't go because I've made promises to Jenni that today I'd spend time with her family over some tea and egg rolls. Fuck you guys. The English have tea and biscuits. The Irish have beer and Lucky Charms. Us Asians have tea and egg rolls or dumplings but I'm positive they made them though.

Anyways, the real reason I want to attend the reunion now opposed to prior to today is because I had a dream last night... OK, before I tell you about my dream, let me tell you what happened last night between me and Jenni.

Ahem.

She was flexing her ass in front of the TV and I happened to walk by and say something that I would regret. I said to her and I quote "Flex that ass bitch!"

That was mistake number one, Jenni hates being called a bitch. She thinks it degrading and misogynist. She's one of those who believes in sisterhood and women's right and equality. So, I tried to play it off as a playful act leading to foreplay but that wasn't happening on Jenni's watch. Every time I've called her a bitch in the past, she walks her pussy in the car and locks the door.

She doesn't even drive away. She wants me to know that she's in control.

She responded, "Oh god, shut up, I'm not in the mood for it tonight." I said, I was sorry and I just wanted to spend tonight with her. She said "my parents want us to see them tomorrow" I said, "Sure, whatever. Not like I wanted to go to my fucking 07 reunion down at the bay anyways, with a bunch of clingy fucks I despised for being lesser than me." She said, "Oh I forgot about that, and didn't you want to see your high school crush with her new boyfriend?" then she gave me a sarcastic wink. It pissed me off, and I wanted to grab her by the throat and slit her breast and beat her legs off her pussy." I hated the fact Molly ignored me after high school, when ever I've tried to contact her, she blows me off with her bullshit. So instead of grabbing my woman by her throat and slicing her tits off, I tried to gently jab her in the arm with my fist. Just a gentle jab, nothing hard.

Second mistake, and this mistake kicked the shit down the throat of the first mistake. As gently as I punched her, she shouted in my apartment, and minutes later an officer came up and through my door. But before the officer came, this is what took place. My Fiancee, Jenni, got punched gently, though she claims it hurts. It was a soft dead-arm punch. She was totally over-reacting. Or maybe I'm just a bad motherfucker but trust me, as much as I love fighting, I don't hit women with any intention of harming them. Normally just a small dap in their upper arm to shut them up. She gets right up to my face and says "Hit me in the face if you're so fucking tough." I was wondering what made her over-react like this. I know Asian women have the tendency to yell and swear at a high volume but this was just a gentle jabber-dap. She flipped out and started screaming more retarded shit that made me want to beat her teeth down her throat but as a gentleman, I said I was sorry.

She kept going though. "You preach about men respecting women but you treat me with no respect at all, you're a fucking jerk. You think it's playful or a joke to hit me? It hurts you fucking dick. You call me a bitch and then hit me. You're no different from the niggers that you hate, you are a nigger and I fucking hate you." I quickly tried to silent her by saying, I loved her, to assure and ease her to relax. She was totally overreacting. If the blacks downstairs, didn't hear her than they are deaf monkeys. I tried to hug Jenni but she slapped my hand away and said "Don't touch me, you fucking dick."

Boy, I know through experience from living with my own parents, typical Asians. They yell all the time and every other line is a long line of cuss words stringed together. Like "fucking dick fag, buttcrunching boobie blower, go pour salt in your asshole" Shit like that, and Jenni was starting that shit which irritates the fuck out of me. I grabbed her this time and right then the Officer comes in. So fucking inconvenient. Because grabbing a woman is assault, and assaulting a woman is automatically five years and a felony record. Fuck off. Officer calls in his radio and says we've got a crises upstairs in apartment B1. I told him to fuck off, which is terrible idea and mistake number two. Which kicks the shit out of my first mistake. The officer was like melodramatic. "What did you fucking say to me , kid?" I repeated myself, because I was being irritated by Jenni and at the same time, simultaneousness, Jenni says "Fuck off, and he's not hurting me, we were playing a game, so kindly leave, because our clothes are coming off." Officer looks at me, and I look at Jenni, surprised but at the same time, I know she was down for me. She'd never allow me to go back to Jail. Officer said to me, "Watch your tone next time, kid. Thank your lady, I didn't bust your ass down." I shouted back, knowing he was already down the stairs, "Fucking retard. Don't come in my apartment again, could have caused a heart attack, you perverted fuck" He looked back and said "With your tinydick, I'd die laughing" Oh, you! I swear, I fucking hate that officer. Always getting the last word in with me.

I turn back and walk back into my apartment and Jenni stood there, growling, like a puppy, or something. I was confused. She said "I'm going home, and you have to decide whether or not you're attending your reunion or spending time with my family." I hate her, I swear to god. She knows I want to spend time with her but every time she brings up Molly, a girl I grew up having a huge crush on, even while I dated Samantha, I always looked and thought of Molly. Anyways, Jenni packs her shit and heads out. I followed her and she cracked her window down in the car and I said "Come back upstairs baby and shake your ass, I can't sleep without cuddling you and I don't have work, come back up. I'm sorry, I was wrong and out of line. I won't hit you again, even lightly, because now I know you're a major sissy girl. Anyways, I promise to see you and your family, and we'd go see my family tomorrow evening."

She giggled, apologized then she said she couldn't spend tonight with me, she had to go help her parents prepare for tomorrow's date.

So, I'm alone in my bed last night and if I remember correctly, my last thoughts were of Molly, and then I dreamed. I dreamt that I was going to be the father of Molly's baby, that Molly replaced Jenni in my new life. That Molly and I were happy. That I had a success on the debut of my first rap album. It went platinum. I made millions. I was already requested back at the studio, I was somebody. I was due to appear on MTV. I lived a fantasy but with a girl that I long cared for. But I woke up at 2AM and started wanking randomly, and walked to my kitchen and grabbed a few beers and sat down on my couch. I starred at a black TV Screen I then thought to myself that tomorrow, I'd attend both the family meeting and my reunion. It was a chance to confront Molly. It was my chance to change my life. I thought it was something I wanted, but this morning, I had myself another few beers and here I am at the library, writing this blog, as if it meant the world to me and it does.

Some day, I'll confront Molly, and some day, she'll understand and believe what I told her over facebook were more than words. I have tried so hard, to express my feelings to Molly. It was even before I dated Jenni, but Molly always blew me off. How is it that you, a beautiful white woman can date a dumbass nigger, a dumb redneck douchebag who doesn't know how to dress himself and date a fucking retard like Justin, and not give me a chance to explain myself? Do you think those guys felt the way they do about you for as long as I did? Whatever, I don't want to ruin what I have with Jenni. I've already made the mistake in proposing, I'm engaged and bond to a pact I made with her, with a holy pact, you ever break that bond, you'll go to hell. As God as my witnessed, I already vowed I'd always be there for Jenni and I don't plan on going back on my word or going to hell for a silly high school crush. In fact, fuck Molly. Seriously. If she hasn't learned by now from all her past boyfriends, that she's only being used , I have no goddamn sympathy for her. I do wish her the best, I do wish Justin was a little more careful and had more manners and respect. It would make me happy.

Anyways, so that dream is in conflict with my promise to Jenni.

So, after I shutdown from here, I have to make a few calls, and download a few things then I must go home and bathe again, clean up, shave and be ready for embarrassment. Once the baby pictures are leaked, I'm doomed for.

See, I have this one picture, well, many pictures of this one day.

This one day, I went to see Santa for the first time at the Mall, and this was in California, when I lived there as a child , I went on Santa's lap and pissed myself. Santa didn't know it, nobody knew it, till I got up from his lap. My fucking shorts were soaked, and Santa's lap was all wet. I was embarrassed out of my mind and scared to death. Alright, I was a kid, an Asian kid, I never fucking heard of Santa and my mum was pressuring me to get my picture taken with that fat red and white fat lard piece of shit. And the fucking long white beard didn't help, alright. And I had long hair as a child, it was embarrassing as fuck. Also, I'll probably just delete this part of this blog post in a week so nobody can remind me of my Santa pissy pants day.

Catch you on the flip.

New fetish, please understand there's no hard feelings.

2012-06-13T14:40:00.001-07:00

Lately, I've been getting into this new fantasy of things. A new fetish perhaps and it's going to offend a lot of people. I get excited when I pretend I'm beating up a nigger. Wait just a minute. I got this black punching bag that I decided to hang at my mum's place, because, there's really no room back at my apartment and I don't want the savage niggers that live downstairs to tear it open. We all know how primal and violent blacks are, since they evolved from apes and chimps. They have no manners, no respect for nature. Hell, if you roll a banana in a turd, the monkey would still eat it.

So I hung this black punching bag up at my mum's place, and you know, I got real into this whole new kickboxing thing that was a new way for me to bulk up and tone my body, to get ripped like Bruce Lee. My fucking idol, you know. That man was more than just a stunt ass kicking martial arts expert, he was a philosopher as well. And boy, when I started kicking and backhand punching the fuck out of that black punching bag, I couldn't help to think that my bag, was a nigger who was standing two feet in front of me. I jumped up and did this spinning wheel kick shit right into the heart of the nigger.
I propped the fucking bag up, and held it in my hands, looked directly at it, and fuck, I lost myself in the moment. I shouted at the bag.

I fucking shouted at the punching bag. No damn lie, no fibs, no tall tales, no jokes. I held it up, and shouted "You mother fucking lazy ass cunt, go get a fucking job, you no good for nothing coon muffin cotton pickin monkey nigger, AIDs infested cocksuckin' booty hole dickbouncing Jewish nigger."

I said all that then released my posture and allowed the bag to swing back once, then right back at me, and then I just gave it a fucking uppercut and walked into my mum's house and drank some kool-aid. It was grape flavored.

I bet that bag, was pretty damn beaten and jealous of my grape kool-aid.

So, I've had my punching bag for about two days, and in those two days. I've spent about 5 hours total beating the fuck out of it, and for at least 4 hours and 50 of those minutes, I imagined a big tall dumb ass looking mother fucker standing in front of me. Big fat purpled lips just fucking waiting for me to make my first move. My first would be my last, cuz if that Punching bag, punched bag, it'd beat the fuck out of me before I could land another punch. Damn man, though I pick on niggers for being pussies, cuz they have to form gangs and go around piling one man because they afraid to fight man to man, I know at the bottom of my heart, a nigger, a full bred nigger raised into this earth as a crack baby, growing up in the ghetto, that kind of bred nigger would drop my fucking ass. And I'm not afraid to admit that I'm weak compared to gorillas.

In my mind though, I could take the beating and still come out victorious.
Man, I'd love to fight a nigger for once, but everytime I'm face to face with a nigger, he either has fifty of his coon berry friends there with him or I am strapped with a gun. Yeah, man. Back a few years ago, I had to carry a nine with me. Hell, my older brother had an automatic in the passenger seat.

But now, I really want a nigger to one day just start some shit with me, I'd really fuck his shit up. I'd quickly run and make his stupid raging monkey ass chase me. Knowing how fast he was, I'd probably have to do some shit like spit a huge lugie in his face, maybe right in the eye. Then I'd run like Forest Grump, no looking back, just run into an alley and you know when you spit in the face of a nigger, they'd fucking find you and rock your shit up. No problem. Find me, you dimwitted retarded gorilla. I got a brick waiting around the corner for your stupid ass. Take that brick to his fucking face, pull my knife out and start cutting into his ankles. I'd probably snap it back a little, and just jump on it, praying that I break a few bones. After that, no nigger will be standing no ten feet tall on my ass, I'd lose the brick and start practicing my Tai Chi shit on his fucking ass. Whoop the mother fucker up.

Man, I really do wish a nigger would come fuck with me.

I'ma train and become a UFC fighter, that's the whole deal these days, you gotta train for UFC fighting or else you're nothing. They are the elites when it comes to ass kickery. I really do need those Sodas to fatten up so I can tone and turn fat into muscles. Jordan, you gotta ship me those fucking Cherry cokes, man. Then I could really get my Brock Lasner on. No fucking joke, man, that guy is a fucking beast. Even though he made a very terrible decision by going back and joining the WWE, it still doesn't change the fact that he was one of the most fierce mother fuckers to step into an Octagon.

Just try it guys, just try fucking with me. I'd roast your black ass to crisp.

Yours truly,

Angry Asian dude.

So I've been reading a lot lately,

2012-06-11T07:50:00.001-07:00

Since my internet went out at home and nothing I can do to resolve that but go to the local library. I started reading, my fiancee's idea and now I'm having trouble thinking clearly. The novels and stories I've been reading are all about rape, murder, kidnap, abuse and crime. All of these books are effecting my daily life but I cannot stop reading them. I know most of my readers don't read novels. They read funny blog skits about the shitty life of a blogger.

Alright, in the past two weeks, I've read these books.

Along Came a Spider by James Patterson
Kiss the Girls by James Patterson
The Dying Game by Beverly Barton
The Murder Game by Beverly Barton
The Devil's Teardrop by Jeffery Deaver

See, these are all suspense, murder, crime, mystery and intense page turners. I've read each of those books within two days or less. Though, I've read Kiss The Girls at least four times now. The rape, the suspense, the kill and the immoral acts are just too much to ignore. Like as if it ignited a spark inside of me. Maybe I was born to become a serial killer-rapist. Just maybe.
These afterthoughts when I get through these books are intensified by a million once I start walking in public. I look at people and I judge them for who they are and my judgement are rarely ever wrong. So many people I pass everyday walking downtown , I could easily murder and for all the right reasons. Douchebags that break people's car to steal GPS, to sell for weed. Stupid pimpledface sluts sucking cock at the bus stop for 5 dollars.
I wish to myself, that I could stand up with the courage and end their pitiful lives but I don't like the consequences that comes with it. Back in the 50s, I could kill a nigger and nobody would care. I could beat and rape a whore and nobody would take her word for it. I could beat the fuck out of my sister and start the first worldwide trend for emos, by accusing her of cutting and beating herself because she's an insane fucking retard.

I think that would be neat. If I could go back in time and start one of the world's biggest trend. I probably wouldn't do the whole emo thing, that's not me. I don't cut, and if I said my sister did it, and named it, my sister would get more credit from you lifeless gay self loathing fucks than I would.
Nobody cares about the guy who came up with the name. They care about the subject. The doer. I guess, I'd start something rad like. . . Hentai or Rap.
Find me a 1949 rapper or shut the fuck up. I will be the one who starts rap, alright. Rap would become huge in China, and all across Asia. Niggers like Tupac and Biggie wouldn't exist. They'd just be street rats mugging people for dope and shit. Like the lazy niggers that they are. Speaking of niggers, there's a nigger sitting five feet to my right.

This nigger, just sitting here, to my right, five feet away. No books, no laptop, nothing. Sitting there looking stupid with his arms folded onto his chest. Sitting there in his torn Reboks, stupid flat lids hat, baggy fucking black jeans and a pewter-ish coloured shirt. Just looking around, sitting there like the homeless nigger that he is. He's probably no older than 22.
Hell, I'm not surprised he's a homeless fuck. Why on God's Green Earth would a mother want someone so disgusting and so much of a disgrace to take shelter in their home. This nigger is fucking clueless, and if he took one glance at this blog, which I wish he did, I'd knock his ass back and shove a How to Get a Job for dummies book down his fucking throat, or up his ass, which ever helps him get the message. I fucking hate niggers like this.

Speaking of this blog, this blog needs more followers, more views and more attention. I've put my heart and soul into this blog recently. Though, I could take more pictures. Maybe I'll start doing that, posting photos of myself and my surroundings so you get a better idea of what I'm blogging.
Though, I can't really hold my phone up, taking snaps at coon monkeys at a public library. Hell, if I got kicked out and banned from using the public library for beating a nigger to death, I wouldn't be able to update this blog.
Maybe if he goes into the bathroom, I'll follow behind and lynch his fucking ass in there. I've always wanted to give someone a swirly, and how fitting would it be if my first victim was a nigger?

Now for my daughter, there's a reason why I am including her into this blog post. She made her first racist remark this weekend when I had her over to watch Peter Jackson's King Kong. She said, "daddy is that why people call black people monkey cuz they are hairy and black like king kong?"
My dear princess is all grown up now and ready to indulge on daddy's secret fantasy. I want to tell my daughter all the bad things about black people but I don't want her taking this stuff to school. I know my ex wife is a racist. She hates niggers but I'm not sure how well and affective she passed that trait down to our daughter. I really want to teach my daughter about all the incriminating acts and primal ways that niggers act and why she must live her life, dedicated to eradicate them. I want my daughter to grow up and become a successful black hunter. She'll be known as the Nigger Huntress.
A well known Assassin of negroes and would kill any nigger from David Ortiz to common street thugs and all the way up to Obama. She'd be like Haku or a female version of Zabuza. If you don't know who either Haku or Zabuza are, you need to go eat a dick and fuck yourself, you stupid uneducated cunt.
Zabuza is a rogue ninja of the hidden mist village who took Haku under his wing that has a special kekkei genkai. Ice style.

Yo, so did I just threw some Naruto bits into my blog? What the fuck.
Hahaha, I've recently been able to watch the past three episodes that I missed, finally, remembering to bring my own set of headphones with me this time. Normally I forget them in the car or I misplace them somewhere.
You should see the inside of my car. It's a fucking mess. Hahaha.
In the backseat, there's soda cans, beer bottles, shoes and clothes everywhere. The passenger seat, at the bottom, filled with fast food wrappers and again, bottles and cans. I think one of my main priority for today is cleaning my car out which I'll tend to once I'm finished here at the library. Going to find a nice romantic novel with tons of sex, and killing in it.
Something only Beverly Barton could write.

Here's my list of activities for today.

Cleaning out car,
Going home to shower and a couple wanks,
Watch a few episodes of Gossip Girl,
You'll probably be mad , but I'm watching Glee too. That show rocks your socks. I swear to God, I watched like five minutes of that and started masturbating. How many of you have wanked with a sock on before?
I came inside one of my socks one time...

Oh right,

Cleaning out my car,
Shower,
Watch TV,
Make a few calls,
Pick up Jenni,
Get my penis licked,
Head home and watch more TV,
Listen to slow jams, Order pizza,
Masturbate some more while she's studying,
Then drive her home,
Drive myself home,
Watch some porn I downloaded at the library...
Ejaculate in one of my old work boot I leave laying under my bed.
I'm going to have to maneuver swiftly if I want to jizz into my shoe while being too lazy to pull the shoe out from under the bed. I got this technique, I just wank and ready to release a load, having it bounce off the bottom board of my bed and landing straight down into my shoe. Too much?

Goodbye.

My sister is a retard.

2012-06-09T09:49:00.003-07:00

So yesterday, I went to court representing the "responsible adult" on behalf of my mother whom was probably playing black jack at a casino in New York or Canada. My sister, you see, doesn't tell anyone her situation so everything is last minute with her. Nobody was able to prepare to stand in Court so she decided to ask her attorney at the last possible minute to call me and ask that I stand in so that she doesn't end up going to jail.

Fuck. If I knew my sister would go to jail if I hadn't stepped in, I wouldn't have picked up a random caller's call. But I felt so damn lonely with my fiancée being at her mother's for the day and I had nobody but niggers downstairs to talk to, I answered the phone and this Jewish fuck asked me directly , if I'd be able to come down to the court house, and step in and represent the responsible adult for my sister.

The judge had quite the sense of humor.

The state representatives were two fat ladies.

My sister's attorney was some handsome fella that looked like he just came out from law school.

I didn't trust either the state or my sister's attorney. He was too young to understand justice.

Hell, I hate pretty much all attorneys. They're all assholes and unrighteous dickwads.

I hate the justice system, first of all and secondly.

I believe in the death penalty and I believe all niggers are guilty till proven innocent

See, us Asians, we don't commit any of them petty crimes.

We don't fucking mug people. We don't rob liquor stores and we certainly don't steal unless it's at a garage sale. And trust me, we're quick like ninjas , you wouldn't see us pocketing your shit.

When it comes to Asians and crimes, we commit trafficking crimes, murder, and occasionally we rape a white girl or two. You know how hard it is for Asian men to find white girls to love and be attracted to them? I say them, instead of us, because I have no problem attracting white girls. Yeah.

As I was saying, it's hard to get a white girl to fall for an Asian man. I've never seen an Asian with a white girl in my life, man. Never once. I've seen some trashy Asian wangsters get with hoochie nigga bitches.

What's even more rare is an Asian fella with a hot Latina. Man, I remember growing up with this guy I called "Coolie" he was a big bad Asian thug, and he was also a very close friend of my family.

Him and my brother would go out at nights and hold guns to people and steal their wallets.

But Coolie, was and is the only Asian brother I know that has ever and is still with a hot sexy latina woman. This bitch came straight from a Hollywood Picture, I swear, she had them nice big tits, and that ass, holy shit. Jennifer Lopez except less trendy and nicer tits. I've seen her tits too. I think I tried to milk her once.

Anyways, what I'm saying, is my sister is a retard , and I hate public defenders who get paid shit to represent guilty criminals who would rather lie their way out then to accept responsibility for their actions.

Let me tell you what she's being convicted for.

Two counts of simple assaults.

One count of aggravated assault.

This is how it went down, OK.

Two, simple assaults were on these two other bitches that I'm sure that I know, well, my sister's nigger boyfriend cheated on my sister for these two other girls, at both different time. My sister found out through searching his facebook and "signing into it" , because her boyfriend is also a dumb sorry country ass slave monkey that saved his password onto the computer so that anyone could access it. So my sister beat up these two other monkey bitches.

Second case, she beats up this little middle school girl.

WHAT THE FUCK? You're 18, 19, and you want to beat up a girl that's barely 13.
What the fuck is wrong with you? Have you no shame? Why on earth would you feel the need to beat up a little girl? And you know what else? I knew that little girl. Whenever I drop my daughter off at the elementary school, I'd see this girl there standing at the bus stop to catch the middle school bus.

My sister's reasoning was "That little bitch was saying shit about my boyfriend and called me a slut."

First off, you are a slut and your boyfriend deserves to be dissed about. He's a dumb unemployed retarded ass pot smoking cock sucking rat. Ten feet tall snitchin' ass nigger. And my sister hasn't grasp the realism that is, her boyfriend pretty much broken up with her. Derp.

You know, with my ties in the Asian community, I know a lot of people and I've gain a ton of respect among the older men who have daughters, kids and wives of their own. They know I'm starting a family again and that I'm going to be getting off paroles, and finally returning to the Public Asian Community. PAC. Just made this up. Pretty catchy if you're not Asian because they would pronounce it as Paa! Weee paaa!

Anyways, everyone of these older gentlemen and ladies fucking hate my sister. They all think she gives Asians a bad name. If war ever broke out between the Asian Community and Niggers, my sister would be over there sharing all sorts of STDs with niggers, and firing back at us. She's the biggest goddamn race traitor I have ever seen. I hate my sister and I'm glad that she's tied down in a straight jacket getting raped by 500 pound guards who probably get no puss, other than from mental crazy retarded bitches.

Get raped, whore.

As if I'd ever support your stupid ass.

Showering in a public library bathroom?

2012-06-07T08:16:00.001-07:00

Go fuck yourself. I came from work, and decided to check facebook for updates on my class of 07 reunion and I had to take a leak. I hurried to the bathroom, and there I saw a homeless fucking hippie with like five fucking bags, a straw hat, a fucking vest, and smelled like a seventy year old dying fuck who barely showers. But that's exactly what this dumbfuck did. This dumbfucking hippie was pouring water from the faucet to his face and body. He was shirtless under the vest, which I suppose could be a water proof vest. But what the fuck?

OK, fuck that asshole, OK. I ignored the douche, took my piss and washed my hands. As I went to wash my hands, he backed up behind me and gazed at me like some starving vulture preying on a small rodent. This motherfucker asked me "Hey, do you have an extra shirt I could have man? I'll give you a smoke" Fuck you, asshole. I don't smoke anymore and I don't have a damn shirt.

Do people fucking carry extra shirts with them when they go to the library to use the fucking internet? NO! I am so mad right now. I've been sitting at the library downloading a bunch of Sega Genesis ROM for myself to play and I was downloading more My Little Pony episodes for my daughter when she comes over and play because I don't have cable and my daughter loves Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash. She said to me once "Daddy if Rainbow Dash was a boy pony she would be my boyfriend , she is the coolest pony in Ponyville." My daughter is adorable.

So anyways, I've been sitting about, waiting for my downloads to finish and what not, suddenly, someone called me, I stepped out into the stairways to call my friend back and there sat the fucking homeless hippie wreaking of cat piss and foul body odor. He was topless this time, reading what seemed to be an biography of Mark Twain. He sees me and says "My vest is soaking wet, don't mind me." I replied and said "Get a fucking job, asshole."
Not even going to return the phone call until I get home. Not stepping out there, with a shirtless-homeless-faggot-smelling of piss.

All this goes back to the 50 year old nigger that ruined my internet access at home for getting caught. Hurry and end the fucking investigation. Nobody in this home even uses the internet as much as me. So nobody else has child porn but that damn nigger you threw back in prison. Fucking hate the feds.
I hate everyone with authority and abuses it.

Abuse of authority, that fucking fat piece of shit, Chris. Aka Wei Su.
That kid banned me because I took five extra seconds to search and find an archive thread. Boy, I bet he feels like a fucking jackass. Stupidest kid on the planet, and he doesn't even have morale or an ego. He's just a dumb lonely gay fuck that sits around on skype, playing retarded games with kids from powerbot. Go ride your bike, and get hit by a car, asshole. Fat piece of shit. I bet you smell like shit too. Fatass too lazy to fucking shower and brush your teeth. Your teeth are probably fucking yellow when they're not covered in cake frosting you fat fuck.

Speaking of lazy asses. My fucking sixteen year old brother got released from Juvie after serving a week, he was locked in his fucking room for 20 hours a day and not once did he chose to brush his fucking teeth. What is up with that shit? I am certainty not the only person that cares about dental hygienes, OK. You aren't going to make a great impression kissing a lady with a mouth that smells like a public gas station rest room, OK.
I fucking brush every day, every afternoon, every night, and most of the time, I just brush right after I eat any form of meal. My girlfriend has a habit of brushing her teeth all the time now, which is probably one of my favourite traits about her. She barely smokes, and every time she wants to kiss me, she remembers to brush her teeth first. I refuse to kiss a bitch that doesn't have nice breath, mkay. Like what makes a fucking person so damn lazy that they can't take five minutes out of their day to brush their fucking teeth?
You can sit on the computer for 20 fucking hours, but not brush your teeth for two minutes, twice a day? Fat fucking loser. Get fucking cancer and die, you worthless dirty piece of shit.

Speaking of cancer, I asked Jenni what she would do for me, if she knew I was going to die next week of cancer and she said she'd do anything for me. She said, she'd ride my dick, with a cowgirl hat on, pretending she's riding an electric bull. She'd rob a bank with me if that's what I wanted to do. She said we'd go out like Bonnie and Clyde. Boy, did that make me feel good.
But I don't believe a word of it. She's a mega pussy and riding my huge cock would probably end up poking the fetus in her belly. HAHAHAHA!
Really though, Jenni's a big o'fraidycat. She won't even stomp a spider.
And any creepy critter, scares the shit out of her. I really love her for that, ladies aren't supposed to be stomping out bugs and picking up slimy eight legged hairy fucks with pinsir-like arms and legs. That's why she hooked up with a man like me. I go fucking berserk on them spiders, yo.

Speaking of Spiders,

Isn't Spider-man like the best fucking New York Super Hero?
I'll let you think of a better New York Super Hero, but hands down, Spider-man would rock his fucking shit. Web to the face, and kicks to your groans.
Cya, faggot. Game over. Kill yourself.

Quick catch up.

2012-06-06T07:01:00.000-07:00

You ever gone somewhere so frequent that the bar tender knows your order no matter the mood you're in? I went in for a drink and to watch the ball game last night before heading to work and it seems I caught the post game show, which is fine because I don't care to watch Sports unless it's Gymnastics or the Olympics. When I can, I try to catch some Tennis series too. I like Tennis and Gymnastics. I don't do them, I like watching them. Ever seen Andy Roddick serve a fucking 150mph serve straight at your cock? It's impressive. And Gymnastics, my god, that is probably my favourite sport to watch and it has nothing to do with women or skinny petite girls in leotards. They are amazing. Uneven bars and floors is my favourite event to watch, really a truly spectacular thing to watch. Hell, I wish Gymnastics was on TV 24/7, I'd sit home and watch that all damn day. You probably wouldn't hear from me again.

Anyways , I came in and found out the bartender, (Michelle) got fired because she didn't card a bunch of kids. So some new dipshit didn't know that I drink Heineken till I got drunk. Let me tell you, Heineken is only like 7% , but I love the taste so I drink it casually. Hell, my fridge used to be filled with deli meat and Heineken. So this dipshit limited me to one beer and kicked me out because I was "loitering" , dumbass fuck, I come here almost every night of the week to watch ESPN and drink like 20 beers. I didn't want to make a scene so I told him to fuck himself and flipped over some tables and took off in my car. No I really didn't do that but I would have if I had cancer. I'd blame cancer for all my problems. "Your honor, I was scared that my cancer was going to kick in if I didn't have my fill in beer, so I acted out of raw emotion and fear of death and flipped over a few tables." Or I could plea under insanity, that would work. "Your honor, I'm a fucking fat autistic faggot that has no control over my thoughts. I like to javacode and have gay sex, as you now know, I'll suck your dick if you take me to the chamber."

Yeah.

So lately, the past week or so. I've been dreaming about different girls.

My dreams varies from erotica to genocide. Just raping and murdering all Asian and Latina women to marrying someone else I had a crush on in high school. I always wondered if I could look at my first wife and be able to love her like I love Jenni but I can't. She's white and Jenni's Asian. I contradict myself and hypocritical in all senses when I lash out at interracial sex and mix breeding because my god, my daughter is half white and half Asian. I completely blame myself but I love my daughter and it's not her fault.

Man, if I ever dated a girl I went to high school with, and wanted an everlasting relationship with one of them, I'd have to say I would have it with this girl named Molly. She's like the first girl I spoked to in middle school and god she was so fucking adorable. Had the sweetest voice too. But that's really a hypothetical scenario, in reality, she dates douchebags and morons.
That's why I hate going to my reunions. I see her with some dumbass that I see everyday working at Dominos Pizza, fucking pizza delivery driver. While she's banging out a job that pays good, with an average education.

She rather date retards with 8 dollar per hour jobs with barely a G.E.D.

By the way, she looks a lot like my first wife, just skinnier. Molly is skinnier.

Just to clear that up. Don't want her to stumble upon m blog and think that I'm calling her fat or some shit. I bet she is fat now though.

Her boyfriend bringing home Dominos Pizza every fucking night. Hahaha.

I really shouldn't bag on Justin, he was pretty cool in high school.

But what happened to him after school ended? Can't be a jock anymore if you're into partying every night like a dumb douche, right?

So yea, besides dreaming about girls from high school, I also dream about killing Mexican women. Doesn't stop there, I kill Asian women too and the Blacks. I don't even take the time to rape the black women, I just kill them.

AIDs can kill you these days, you know. AIDs originating from Africa, and lazy whites bringing them 10 feet tall starving Africans over by the ship-loads, just spread AIDs all around America over-time. Like why the fuck would you bring over a bunch of niggers then wage war over the freedom of them monkeys?

That's why I loved my American History classes, they were the best.

I could sit back, crack racist jokes and laugh at the white students with the guilty look on their faces. Why even feel guilty about enslaving blacks?

Look at how Blacks have ruined your white community, you fucking assholes.

And you want to sit back and feel bad for putting them their hard labor and stripping them of their freedom? You fucking brought AIDs over to this country, asshole.

I don't even feel ashamed about hating on Blacks.

How many niggers you think wrap their dick up with a condom?

None, they never protect themselves. That's why they all have fucking AIDs.

I bet my sister has fucking AIDs. I should trick her into getting tested.

I would bet my life, that out of the fifty or so niggers she has fucked, that 49 or so of them carried AIDs. Bet me in real life, I'd totally win.

If by some chance, she hasn't contracted AIDs yet, I'll give it to her myself. I know a few homeless niggers at the library coughing up their hearts and organs sitting there reading the news paper.

And you know, at the same time... All of my friends and homies are Blacks.

I have like 7 ride or die brothers that I know from my days who are true brothers. They date true sisters, the independent, getting in yo mother fucking face black women. Them ladies are hard to please.

I would know, I dated a black girl once. Shut the fuck up. I am allowed to be a hypocrite to myself, OK. And I wore a condom. But the thing about black women that I love so much is that they have a personality and they laugh at shit. White girls, they're fucking obnoxious and materialistic and plain stupid.

Asian women are fucking loud and snobby, the sex is boring because they don't know how to straddle and ride from atop. I'm always in control when I'm screwing Jenni. But me and her, we role play and shit when we get into the mood. We literally own every fucking merchandise from the sex shop except dildos. I told her, I will not accept dildos in my house, that's just a no-no.

So, as I was saying, my most trustworthy friends are blacks, with street code. They don't snitch, and when cops ask them shit, they don't know nothing. That's the way it is, and that's the way they are and I have the most respect for them. My fucking Asian friends would snitch me out, because they think they'd have more lucks scoring the Asian girls with me out of the picture.

When I was serving three months in Country Prison, I had more females visited me than my Asian friend have for cousins in Vietnam and there, everyone is cousins with one another. I'm a very confident man, I may not appear so, but goddamn when i want something I get it. I'd write these sweet little letters to these girls, asking them to come see me and they'd invite their sister and their best girlfriends and I'd have three girls sitting in front of me while I was cuffed and shackle. No, really. I never had a visitor though when I was in jail because I was thrown in the hole, isolated from population for most of the duration I spent in jail. Was busy getting gassed and sprayed for popping sprinklers and refusing to hand back my lunch tray, which I used for popping out the glass window in the cell door. Was hilarious and worth the week of scratching and itching from all that gas. Fuck the police, right?

Some of you may have seen me show my arm on tinychat before, some have seen photos, well, I have tiger strips tatted on my right forearm down the palm of my hand. My daughter calls me Tiger some times when she's in play-mood, she'd call out "daddy tiger! daddy tiger!" Thank God, she has never seen Winnie the Pooh. She would be calling me Tigger. Such a sissy name, man. Thinking about getting stripes down my right leg and ankle some day.

You know those fucking kids that wear shirts that are either too fucking big or too fucking long, that hangs down to their fucking knees. I am talking about shirts that just goes down far too long. What's up with that? Is that some sort of new douchebaggery fashion statement? It's not even gangster. Looks fucking silly. Here's an example. Like really, what the fuck is this?

I get slacking your pants down a little to bag them out, that has been around for the past forty fucking years. But long ass T shirts, are you fucking kidding me? This is an example of what kind of guy Molly dates. A douchebag that wears long ass t-shirts or basketball jerseys everyday. If only I was uncontrollably violent like I used to be, I'd knock the fucking shit out of all of these fucking bums. How do you even expect to throw a punch with a shirt like that? Get your elbows caught up in your shirt. I assume anyone who wears shirts like this is a kid, because really, if you're a grown ass man wearing this shit, you clearly have no dignity or self respect, you fucking low life piece of shit.

Here's the last part of my skit for today.

Poetry night at this Restaurant I go to once a week , it's actually a Thai Restaurant with white owners and they've got this really nice lounge setting and they do bands and poetry, other shit in there. Real classy. My girlfriend keeps egging me to do one of my slams on open mic night but I'm not sure if I want to in front of a bunch of hippies. Only times I see brothers there are when I invite them to come see Poetry night with me, and have a few beers.

I don't like rapping for hippy ass white folks, they wouldn't understand the life we go through, struggling in strife and having it hard knock. I'm going to go tonight just to listen to some of the poetry, and nice soft music, with a beer in hand. I'll prepare something in case I want to share but nothing thug-matic, nomsain.

See you guys next week or something.

Where have we been?

2012-05-31T09:44:00.000-07:00

Well, I'm terribly sorry for the delays in my blog sessions, I've been on quite the adventure of my own. Not too long ago, actually it was this past Saturday that I proposed to my girlfriend Jenni and she said yes. After six months of dating and being five months pregnant, I've found the girl to settle down with.

My Casanova days are over.
Sorry ladies. XXX

Now that I got that out of the way
There's a list of things I want to explain.

I hang out at the library twice or maybe even three times a week. My internet is out at home, due to some pedophile fiend at home abusing his rights. He ruined all of our internet privileges, so I'm just going to the Library for a little bit after work to hang out. I stay till I'm tired or till my girlfriend calls. I don't do much here. I just download music and other shit I may need while I don't have access at home. Download some games, whatever, you know. Always a nigger there to ruin everything for people.

I met this girl named Ashley at the Library, she's homeless, and she's beautiful. She's really down to earth. I'm trying to help her fill Job Applications online and shit while I'm here, doing a deed for someone in need. She's real cool, she plays Call of Duty on PSP and sleeps at the library. Haha. But yea, we're friends and I buy her food and drive her around to drop off job applications. I hope she can get a job soon. Even without luck, she smiles at me like she knows every thing will work out for her.

My daughter killed Kyogre on my saved file of Pokemon Sapphire.
Not sure if I should be angry or happy. Because on that file, I intended on capturing it but at the same fucking time... SHE KNEW TO USE MAGNETRON TO KILL KYOGRE! She said to me "Daddy daddy, I used Spark like fifty times and killed the big blue kiger!" Love her.

Church on Sunday, yea, last Sunday the reverend congratulated me and told me in private, that the confessions I make from now on better not be about committing adultery. He's a good man. Father Thompson.
He said he'd love to baptize my child when it's born.
Can't wait. Going to be a happy Christian family.
We're going to live in the country and if I am blessed with a son, he's going to become a town hero. Grow up to be successful in all sports he plays in High School. Every girl is going to want to date and bang the fucking brains out of him. He's going to be fucking smart and sexy.
I bet Kyle Shappley just popped a boner imagining my great legacy.

My High School reunion is coming up. It has really been like two years since the last reunion. My school is pretty clingy and I'm not excluding myself from this theory at all, I'm one of the most fucking clingy ones there are but I don't ask for reunions. I get invited to them though. I really love and miss my high school years. I'd give everything to live those years again.
I beg god to let me indulge in my past memories of high school moments.
I'm so grateful, for my friends, families, and God, who gave me a second chance, my Sophomore year. The year I lost weight and grew tall, tripping on my own swag, and was already on a fast track of becoming a man.
Anyways, it's going to be embarrassing showing up at a reunion , especially if it's a Hawaiian fucking theme party. Can't wear shorts to reveal my goddamn ankle brace. Fucking GPS will make me look lesser than everyone. Only like two people from my High School knew I was arrested on drug charges and shit. Kind of looks like it's weighing between Hawaiian theme and just bar hopping town. Would much prefer to Bar Hop but I have work and other responsibilities. God, I went to school with a bunch of redneck drunks.
Probably why I drink so much, growing up , partying with all of them, having my first drink , being absolute vodka, and still to this day, I fucking drink that regularly. But I'm not an alcoholic, I just love the taste and after affects.

Speaking of High School, I hope none of you guys who read this ever take high school for granted like I did. These four years, are going to be the most memorable four years of your life. Not a day goes by do I not ponder the thought of going back and reliving those joyful moments or moments I didn't take advantage of. I could have been the greatest fucking pitcher to come from my school but I got into drugs, and gave up on my dreams of being a pro athlete. I was like Hideo Nomo but sexy and less chink looking.

My dream house. I've given my fiancée the task of finding us a home in the country area, where we can settle down and have our family and maintain our career. Seems like my career will be a fucking security guard and she'll become a school teacher. This will be so fucking hot. After she finishes school, she's going to apply to be a special ed teacher, to help students and gradually grow into a spot at a local school and become a teacher. That's her dreams and goals. Mine, I just want to make more than 15 dollars an hour.
Minimum wage is $7.50 here and I make $18 an hour working third shift.
I don't know why people don't apply for more third shifts. They're the best but I guess people like to sleep at night and wake up to a beautiful sunrise. Fuck them. It's all about making money and they offer so much more to people who work the third. Oh right, I was explaining my dream house. Let's try again.

My dream house. I'm trying to have my lady find us a home with a nice large backyard in the countryside of this piece of shit area filled with faggots and niggers. I want to go back and live in Colchester and raise my child, maybe even children there. Somewhere by a nice large lake, so I can buy a boat , somewhere where there's little next to zero niggers. It's possible, trust me. Just find land next to farms and cotton fields. Niggaz be runnin' from dat shit.
Anyways in the back yard of my home, I'm going to recreate the Garden of Eve. There's going to be an Elysian field, filled with apples, plums, peaches, and grapes. Exotic flowers that I haven't even heard of will grow here.
Roses and tulips that will grow 20 feet high.
A backyard with a sandbox for my children.
They won't be like their father who stayed in and played Pokemon all day.
I mean, they will play pokemon, but they're going to be playing it outside.
I'ma have a projector built in my child's bedroom, that'll stream Pokemon and other awesome cartoon series such as Looney Toons , Rugrats , Doug and Hey Arnold until they're 9 years old. They will become Pokemon masters in their own rights and when they are both 9, they will prove themselves, who is the better Pokemon Trainer by having them link battle each other. That's assuming I have two children with Jenni. Once they've made their father proud, they will continue on that journey and become athletes at their school.
I'll take the fucking gameboy and smash it if they don't practice and work out.
I want my kids to be the best at what they do. If I have a daughter, she's going to be an Olympic Gymnast. If I have a son, he's going to be a goddamn Basketball Player, since Yao fucking Ming is a big goddamn pussy.

Thank you for reading, that's all I've got for today.
Until next time.

Thanh