So my parents thought it would be nice to get me U2 tickets. I love them for thinking of me, but I hate U2. However, this will give me a chance to shoot Bono in the face in an attempt to knock off his ridiculous sunglasses.
I’m sitting in the north endzone. I’d better bring a scoped rifle.
such as a C#, I will be making a blog called “Time Capsule”. It will be exactly as it implies; A time capsule that I post in only once a year. It will contain posts with that years main everything. Everything significant, what was popular, huge things that happened, music, movies, television, fashion, toys, video games, food. EVERYFUCKINGTHING.
I will need help. In December, I ask, that you submit anything you think was significant enough to be added into the time capsule. If I deem it worthy, added it shall be.
“Music, when I’m singing or fronting, it’s definitely not coming from me, it’s coming through me, like the way if water has to go through a rusty pipe it comes out a different color. On the way through, I get some of my bits in.”—Iggy Pop
"We must stop pandering to the pornographers and the perverts, who seek to target our children and destroy their lives. I didn’t march in the gay parade parade this year — the gay pride parade this year. My opponent did. And that’s not the example that we should be showing our children, certainly not in our schools. And don’t misquote me as wanting to hurt homosexual people in any way; that would be a dastardly lie. My approach is live and let live. I just think my children, and your children, will be much better off, and much more successful getting married and raising a family. And I don’t want them to be brainwashed into thinking that homosexuality is an equally valid or successful option. It isn’t."
Now, I’m not gay, but, FUCK YOU CARL PALADINO, YOU WILL ROT IN HELL.
Rosella, today I took one of your shifts. It was really fucking busy and unpleasant. I missed a lecture from one of my favorite people, Douglas coupland, and also missed my mums return home. And guess what? I didn’t count anything.
So, I’m kinda peeved right now, because sustainable development was in our sights, and was even almost achieved with the new Sun Chip bag. It was great. Biodegradable, no more expensive, and didn’t harm anyone or anything.
Except you. You bastard who called and complained because it was too fucking loud.
I’ll show you loud.
If I ever find out who it was who wrote that damn letter, or picked up that fucking phone, I will pack up my drum kit and park it right on the strip of city owned property in front of your house. And I will play.
Perhaps my inability to study stems from the fact that I can’t believe that my entire future as an architect depends on one test for a stupid human geography class that has little to do with Architecture. However, this test turns into the next test…
then the next test…
then the exam…
then I fail. Look at that My GPA is really fucked now.