Oh what a weekend on the way...

 

Nothing to report really, I'm just writing this blog on my windows live mail to see how it turns out.  This WLM is pretty cool, a lot of features including the transfer of any other email account that you may have to THIS main one.

Hope you have enjoyed the last few blogs... gave ya a good one about shooting Santa in the penis as well as a more in depth, emotional blog. 

I'm working the entire weekend, including new years eve...but only til 5 o'clock.  Nonetheless, it still fu@king blows...no weekend for me!  Looking like a long sluggish weekend, with me, my xbox 36o...and vasoline.

"Kick Rocks" as a friend of mine would say, take into account she's not all that bright :)  Sorry hun, I HAD to!

BIG MOUTH!

The "______" inside... I think I found it.

I just finished watching The Kingdom…a war movie basically outlining the ongoing war effort, happening right now as I type this blog. Right now my head is a mess and I have too many thoughts to possibly put down on paper.

Minutes before the movie ended, I found myself crying…about this war. It continued for quite some time after the movie had finished…an incredible hurt from the inside…it all seemed so clear, the pain so vivid, of families mourning their dead, families forever changed, sons and daughters watching their mothers and father being killed. There are husbands and wives struggling to sleep through the night… parents outliving their children. And not just for the “good guys”…but for everyone who has lost someone they loved due to these circumstances.

Everyday, for years…being bombarded with this war…the news, the pictures, the propaganda…Realizing that it was rotting me to the core…making me miserable inside. Disgusted with myself for dismissing the real picture, the fact that WE as people are killing one another, brothers and sisters…no matter the race, religion…I feel for those who would even want to kill me if I were to step foot on their motherland…they too, suffer loss.

I don’t care about who is wrong or right, I don’t even know what the fu@k is going on “over there” anymore. All I know is that people are dying, people like you and I…people that love their children, love their families… people that would do anything to ensure that their loved ones have the best life possible. Think, for second…how many kids have been slaughtered, really think about that….think of something you love, full of life….lifeless, now a lump of tattered skin and blood that you cant even physically hold.

Well that is what we have done, and will continue to do…til everyone just snaps out of it. The real picture, we are ending one another’s lives.

It so easy to go to war, its so easy to GET the bad guys…not taking into consideration the innocents that suffer the most, no matter what side their on. We all suffer loss.

If a bad man, killed your child…you would be filled with hate, and you would probably want to kill that man; but answer me this, if you could have that mans child in front of you…would you pull the trigger.

I know I couldn’t … so why is it that we do this to each other now.

David.

The night that I killed Santa Claus...

It came upon a Xmas eve, that Santa came to town…
He popped into my chimney, and gingerly he came down
With milk and cookies waiting for him, on the kitchen table
When it came to Santa eating, he was willing and was able

In the distance I hear some footsteps, tis the middle of the night….
Cautiously I creep downstairs, receiving quite the fright
A holly jolly Santa Claus, as real as he could be…
Letting out a HO HO HO, and looking right at me.

I said, “Hey there Santa, I’m so happy that you came…
I have a bone to pick with you” …followed by,
“There’s something I must explain.”

“I’m really mad at you Santa
For I’ve been a good for years
But every time I ask for shit
Its like there’s rocks between your ears”

“I want an xbox 36o Santa
With a HD DVD player
So I can play my favorite game
Halo 3 and rock out team slayer”

He chuckles at me, and says “don’t worry son,
Good ole Saint Nick wont let ya down”
He then reaches into his sack,
Soon after I began to frown.

All I know is he didn’t pull out an xbox
I went beserk, engulfed in rage
I ran out to the backyard shed
And got my dads 12 gage!

I said, "ALRIGHT SANTA, you red and white sack of shit
I TOLD YOU WHAT I WANTED and again I get Gypped"
Old fat man pleaded for his life, “Please…you cant kill jolly Saint Nick”
This is true I thought to myself, so I shot him in the dick.

I had only wanted to remove the head
To make a serious point….
That went it comes to my 36o
I’m ready to burn down the joint

The night that I killed Santa Claus, he died from loss of blood.
Let this be a warning to his replacement
NO XBOX 36o…YOU’LL DIE TOO, BUD!

Big Mouth.

Pussies...

Man I HATE pussy...cats!

Here is my story. I love animals, almost every animal on the face of gods green earth that I have encountered. Cats are one of those animals that I just can't Fu@king stand...anything thats a slave to a piece of string dangling in the air, is a useless sack of shi@t as far as im concerned.

Anyways, I get home and noticed that on the bottom floor of my complex, there was a lil black kitten staring at me...at first I figured the turd somehow got out of someones apartment, so I was hesitant to do anything. Thats until I noticed a second lil kitty, similar in size and color to the first one, at the other end of the hallway. So i decided to take the little bastards into my home. DID I MENTION I HATE CATS.

I posted a note on the front door saying that I had found 2 kitten in the hallways and if you want them back to please contact me...well this morning, the letter had been torn down. I was like, WTF...it's obvious that someone doesn't want these kitties found, so it's looking like I'm going to have to skin them myself and eat the meat or feed em to a friends snake....whatever.

All i know for sure is that they cant stay with me long. I fed them, threw down some newspaper and let them relax in the bathroom...everytime I let them roam around, they got into my shit, pulled at things, I wanted to step on their teeenie weeeenie lil heads....aaaaaaaaaaaaaargh.

Well, if anyone wants pussy...cats, that is...lemme know.

Big Mouth.

Let it snow, Let it snow... who gives a FU@K!?

Know what I hate the most about a major snowfall like the southeast of Ontario just had…nope, not all the snow, guess again. Nope, not the accidents and slowdowns and stuff….one more guess. NO YOU FU@KING RETARD, ITS NOT THE SHOVELLING AND SHI@T.

IT’S THE FACT THAT NOBODY SHUTS THE FUCK UP ABOUT THE GODDAMN SNOW…OH MY GOD. If I hear one more comment like, “what about all that snow” or “man, crazy storm, eh” I’m going to kick them right in the fu@king adams apple.

If you talk to most about WORLD PEACE or ABORTION, the ENVIRONMENT…you would be lucky to get a 2 minute compelling conversation going…. But WHOA, watch out if it fu@king snows….EVERYONE HAS SOMETHING TO SAY ABOUT THAT. Crystallized water, like common…seriously, every time it snows like this…its like someone REINVENTED the fu@king wheel or something. Im pretty sure, most get more excited about the freaking snow, then cave men did when they discovered fire. Its pretty ridiculous, you would think it was snowing $2o fu@king bills…if that were the case, THEN I WOULD GET PRETTY FU@KING EXCITED!

Til then, its looking like a white Christmas… whooptie fu@king doooooo!

* twirls finger above head *

Big Mouth.

The " _____ " inside...

I’m naturally a very cynical person, it’s in my nature and no matter how fiercely I combat it…I just cant seem to shake it. At the same time, I try to be a positive person…even though I have my less than optimistic views here and there.

I’ve been struggling for weeks now to write blogs with substance, but I cant seem to bring it to the surface…I’ve been wanting to keep things inside. I miss my mom, I miss my family, I miss the smell of the city. I think I just miss home, I think that maybe I’m at a crossroads in my life where its time for me to roam, just jump on a random track and follow it wherever it may lead me. Time to let my mind relax, think more with my heart. To close my eyes and let my soul search out serenity.

I’m on the brink of knowing exactly what I want to say right now, but there is this MOTHER FU@KING TECH GUY IN HERE RIGHT NOW RUNNING HIS MOUTH ABOUT COMPUTER BULLSHIAT AND I CANT CONCENTRATE, but…. I realize that he is here to do a job, so my company can function like a well oiled machine.
(see, I told you I could fight the cynic inside)…

EVEN THO RIGHT NOW I WISH HE WOULD GET STRUCK DOWN BY A ROGUE METEOR.

It’s looking like I’m going to have to try and pick up where I left off some other time, till then…be good, take care…and please send me money :D common, its Christmas you pricks!

Big Mouth.

WTF is Juice...

Classic!

Big Mouth.

BIG MOUTH IS BACK!

I've been gone for almost a month now, i've gone into promotions for myself and just finished up a successful first run... It went extremely well, everyone had a good time...there was some wild and crazy shiat -but- most importantly, there were no fights and everyone got home safely.

I would like to give a special thank you to Melissa who gave me the confidence to see it thru, as well as Matt her boyfriend. Brandi who helped me out with ticket sales and sponsorship. Jenny, who let me set up homebase at her workplace and big ups to Sara who listened to me go on and on and on and on and on while stressing about shi@t I had absolutely no control over LoL.

I plan on getting right back into my blogs, I have so much to say...when planning an event like i just did, you learn who your true friends are. You see the people that matter, the pretenders...and those who just talk a good game. This entire expereience has been eye opening and really helps put perspective on whats most important in life,

Friendships.

David.