have you ever looked back through old journal entries that you forgot you wrote and realized you used to be a much better writer? i hate that. i always laugh at old shit i've posted, and wonder where all my cleverness went.
this for example, i got a comment on myspace just tonight, on this journal entry i wrote back in march.
" Monday, March 15, 2004
fuck yahtzee
yeah. that's right fuck that game.
my stepmom leslie, played that shit for 3 hours tonight. 3 fucking hours. i wanted to get on my computer, but no, she sat her fat ass down and played yahtzee on it for 3 hours. i know it seems stupid for a 20 year old man to be complaining about his stepmom stealing the computer, but the bitch does it to spite me. she has her own fucking laptop (that i'm not allowed to use btw), yet she uses THIS computer. i leave to go get some food, and i come back, look through my living room window..the windows xp screen saver is up. i close the door to my van, and start walking towards the house, and *ZIP* i see this flash of fat fly across the window, and all of a sudden the light in my computer room is blue, and she's rolling a cup of dice repeatedly. i think, "ok, she got me, she can have the computer, i can manage to not be a geek for an hour or something." i start watching the cable guy, i figure that she'll be done by the time its over. 10:30 rolls around..i still hear the joints of my computer chair creaking from the stress she's puttin on it.
so i finish watching the 10 o clock news. (oh yeah, so i finally saw the dude from fresno that killed all those people. homeboy looks like george clinton.)
its now 11. guess what.."creek creek, help me kyle, i want your tender ass sitting on me, this bitch has got to go"
time for me to kill more time, so i guess its mtv time. whoops, they're showing a nickelback video..time for vh1.
vh1 is showing some behind the music sorta shit on some contemporary opera singer, i don't even know his name, i just know that its better than nickelback, but far less enjoyable that myspacing my hours away.
11:30 the bitch gets up. and tells me she's got the 4th highest score on her yahtzee game. CONGRATU-FUCKIN-LATIONS. you just killed my prime internet time. now everone is in bed, yet i don't go to bed for another 2 hours.
what the fuck am i gonna do now?
this all wouldn't have been so bad if direct tv hadn't zapped my illegal satellite card today, leaving me with no satellite either. hell, i could have put on the metal station, and just blasted her into her room with loud music. but NOOOOOOOo there's nothing offensive on cable. stupid fcc.
wow. i am a fucking geek. "
i wish i could still come up with shit like this. maybe then i'd get more than 4 comments on my journals.
this for example, i got a comment on myspace just tonight, on this journal entry i wrote back in march.
" Monday, March 15, 2004
fuck yahtzee
yeah. that's right fuck that game.
my stepmom leslie, played that shit for 3 hours tonight. 3 fucking hours. i wanted to get on my computer, but no, she sat her fat ass down and played yahtzee on it for 3 hours. i know it seems stupid for a 20 year old man to be complaining about his stepmom stealing the computer, but the bitch does it to spite me. she has her own fucking laptop (that i'm not allowed to use btw), yet she uses THIS computer. i leave to go get some food, and i come back, look through my living room window..the windows xp screen saver is up. i close the door to my van, and start walking towards the house, and *ZIP* i see this flash of fat fly across the window, and all of a sudden the light in my computer room is blue, and she's rolling a cup of dice repeatedly. i think, "ok, she got me, she can have the computer, i can manage to not be a geek for an hour or something." i start watching the cable guy, i figure that she'll be done by the time its over. 10:30 rolls around..i still hear the joints of my computer chair creaking from the stress she's puttin on it.
so i finish watching the 10 o clock news. (oh yeah, so i finally saw the dude from fresno that killed all those people. homeboy looks like george clinton.)
its now 11. guess what.."creek creek, help me kyle, i want your tender ass sitting on me, this bitch has got to go"
time for me to kill more time, so i guess its mtv time. whoops, they're showing a nickelback video..time for vh1.
vh1 is showing some behind the music sorta shit on some contemporary opera singer, i don't even know his name, i just know that its better than nickelback, but far less enjoyable that myspacing my hours away.
11:30 the bitch gets up. and tells me she's got the 4th highest score on her yahtzee game. CONGRATU-FUCKIN-LATIONS. you just killed my prime internet time. now everone is in bed, yet i don't go to bed for another 2 hours.
what the fuck am i gonna do now?
this all wouldn't have been so bad if direct tv hadn't zapped my illegal satellite card today, leaving me with no satellite either. hell, i could have put on the metal station, and just blasted her into her room with loud music. but NOOOOOOOo there's nothing offensive on cable. stupid fcc.
wow. i am a fucking geek. "
i wish i could still come up with shit like this. maybe then i'd get more than 4 comments on my journals.
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godsmoker:
Yeah, I feel ya on that one. Laziness is a way of life sometimes. However, I have internet access at work, so I'm on all fucking day and have nothing better to do (besides my job) than comment to everyone. 
godsmoker:
My work is kinda lax about stuff like that...I guess the IT guys are too busy fucking off. I also keep the window rather small and minimize a lot. Dude, I can see why you can't stand browsing the site with that connection.