For the first fucking time in awhile I wanna look at the naked girls on this site. Usually I'm just plopping down to write in the journal and move on with my day. This whole fucking internet can just go and suck a big cancerous dick. Seriously, have we came this far with technology that we can have anything we want but it will only work part of the time. Big fucking cosmic joke and I'm laughing whilst polishing my shotgun. But I'm trying to load the pictures and they aren't popping up. This has been going on for two days now. I would rather look at the naked girls on this site as opposed to some random webcam tart who likes to listen to Mariah Carey before she shows you how to really put out a candle. MAN ALIVE! Fuck it, I'm gonna blare some Led Zeppelin and get drunk in the front yard. I'm only two steps and a case of whiskey away from being Po' White Trash anyway so I may as well camp it up a little for the locals. All I'm missing is a HemiCuda to work on and a few kids to beat. These suburban dolts are gonna get a full on dose of how we do things in Southern Kentucky. FUCKIN' AYE MAN I'M READY TO DRINK ME SOME BURRS AND BARK AT THE MOON JUST LIKE THAT OZZY SONG, MAN. SURE AS SHIT, MAN I AINT GONNA BE DONE TIPPIN' 'EM BACK UNTIL GOD HIMSELF TELLS ME TO. HEHEHEH BY THEN I'LL HAVE ENOUGH MILLER HIGH LIFE IN ME TO GIVE THE OLE ALMIGHTY A PIECE OF MY HICK ASS MIND. MAN, I'M SO TOUGH I'D A KICK GOD'S ASS...SURE AS SHIT. WOOOOOHAAAAAA! Yes sir, that's what I want to sound like in about 3-4 hours. I will be very dissapointed if I'm just sipping some Michelobs and reading books or something.
Fuck this. I'm just not feeling it today. Usually I have something interesting to write about. Maybe things will get worse for me tomorrow so that the journal will be more interesting for the Suicide Girls viewing pleasure.
soundtrack of the day MILES DAVIS "Pangea" Big slab of jazz and acid rock meltdown. Funky and primitve rhythms. Sometimes it just feels right, you know?? Plus all of the jazz stiffs around here absolutely LOATHE electric Miles Davis. Especially stuff around the ON THE CORNER album. It brings me nothing but joy to watch them scholarly old owls to writhe around at the sound of the fucking FUNK. Jazz Snobs. WOW!
