Interesting Subway Ride Oct 15, 2008 8:35 am Mood: annoyed, 2209 Views Is it normal to stare at people with disgust and move because you don't want to sit next to them? When I got in the Bundang line to go to Itaewon to Chabad, I sat down next an old man and his wife (I assume). As the train started moving, I was given glares by the two I sat next to, glares of "get away from us." Soon after the train got to full speed, they muttered something under their breath and moved to the the other side of the car, staring daggers at me all the while. Is this normal? Are people that rude and that base that they can't stand sitting next to a foreigner? I rode the subway my entire life in NY and never once did that, not even to the smelly bum who was asleep on the seats. I never did to anyone, not have I ever observed anyone doing the same to others. Are the people here in Korea normally this rude, or is it the part of Korea I live in where they are this rude? I have zero tolerance for rude and zero patience for it. 7 Comments

A Female Friend Of Mine Showcases My Issues With the Female Mind Oct 12, 2008 3:13 am Mood: blah, 1896 Views So, a friend of mine from college posts on her Facebook account that her new friend is Jose to help her numb the pain. She is unbelievably beautiful, so much she would melt snow. He had bad nights with men (translation: They treated her like a whore) and now is looking to drown her pain, something I've done off and on for ten of the last sixteen years. I have little tolerance for this kind of bullshit anymore. Simply put, she always dates guys based on how hot they are. I am stuck in the friend zone simply because I'm not on her physical level, or on a level she wants for money. She goes out, gets played, cries, feels bad and swears it won't happen again. Guess what? IT ALWAYS DOES!!! I have grown tired of this shit. A friend here in Korea (native born Korean) has told me Korean women look at two things when they look at men: Muscles and money. Shallow, superficial creatures women are, and I see nothing changes culture to culture. Women are all the same apparently, no matter where you live. I know I will be without a woman for my entire life. Women don't want intelligent, stable, achieving men. They have proven, through my observation, my experiences and my people watching, they all care about looks, money and the presentation of confidence. My friend in the States, and my friend's explanation of women here, have proven it. Before I get the "your friend is wrong," he gets more tail than a toilet seat and has had more girlfriends than I can to tell. Women flock his direction. . .because he is a "cute man" as I have been told, and he has money, which he has no problem spending. So, my friend complained about her last "boy," and complained to me. All I did was soothe, as I always do, when all I wanted to say was "GROW THE HELL UP AND SHUT THE FUCK UP!!! I HAVEN'T HAD A GIRLFRIEND SINCE 2005 AND YOU KNOW IT!!!" But, sadly, this woman will continue the trend women always seem to do and men like me will remain single, wondering how to break the curse of giving a damn too much. I tear my heart open/I sew myself shut My weakness is that I care too much And my scars remind me that the past is real I tear my heart open just to feel 4 Comments

Certain American Sports Cities I Have No Sympathy For When Their Teams Suck Sep 23, 2008 6:05 am Mood: contemplative, 1436 Views Sports is a big part of my life. I am a quad-sport athlete (football, baseball, basketball, rugby). I dabble in golf sometimes. Being a big sports buff, I have my favorite teams: NY Mets, Buffalo Bills, Buffalo Sabres. My teams usually suck. I'll be honest. This year, not so much. However, I do have sympathy for other cities when their teams suck. For example, Miami. The Bills and the Dolphins are traditional deep hated rivals. We hate each other. You can commit suicide by walking to Ralph Wilson Stadium with a Marino jersey. But, when the Phins are down, it hurts, because they are supposed to be on top of the world. The following cities, on the other hand, I couldn't give less than a shit about, and actually enjoy their teams sucking: 1: Boston - These fans are just the lowest pile of snake snot out there. Gloat when they win, whine when they lose. And their teams have no class. Look at the Patriots did in 2007. Ran up the score on everyone. The Red Sox walk into every game with an over-inflated sense of right to victory. I hate all Boston teams and Boston fans. They all suck! 2: Dallas: Screw the Cowboys, screw the Rangers, screw the Stars and screw the Mavericks. Arrogant Texas assholes! When the 49ers were a dynasty in the 1980s, they had class. The Cowboys have no class. Any team that calls itself "America's Team" can kiss my ass, just like: 3: Atlanta, baseball's self-proclaimed "America's Team." Arrogant rednecks who felt they had a birthright to winning. Now, that the Braves suck balls. . .it's fun to watch their loser fans remember the "good days." I do too. 14 straight division titles, five World Series appearance = 1 RING!!! LOSER ASSHOLES!!! 4: California teams: These cretins are completely worthless (with the exception of the Angels and Padres). Dodger, Athletics, Giants. . .all from another city. They have no sports tradition. The Giant fan talks about Willie Mays: WILLIE PLAYED IN NEW YORK, DICKHEADS!!! He big years were at the Polo Grounds! There's a reason LA has no NFL team. . .LA SUCKS!!! 5: Phoenix: Never has there been a sports culture in a city so far up its own asshole than in Phoenix. On top of that, the fans are completely clueless about all facets of their sports team! Worthless fans of arrogant teams! 6: New Jersey: Just because New Jersey sucks. Ask any New Yorker (like me) what we think of Jersey. 7: Houston: Just because I hate everything Texas. 8: Nashville: Because of that Music City Miracle forward pass. 9: Pittsburgh: Because their fans are pathetically obnoxious and rub that stupid yellow towel in your face. 10: Eastern Canadian Hockey Cities: Screw the Maple Leafs. . .screw the Senators. . .and screw the Frogs from Montreal. What the hell is a Canadien anyway? Fruit Loops. In fact, double screw the Maple Leafs just on general principle! 0 Comments

Old Rude Korean Women Sep 20, 2008 6:47 am Mood: calm, 2141 Views Okay, so I had to go into Seoul with co-workers today for a long, drawn out symposium. The subway ride back took three hours (to go 60 KM). From the extreme terminus of the Orange Line to Jukjegon. On the last part, from Suseo to Jukjegon, my co-workers and I start talking about the States, colleges, the election and spring break hot spots, as most people do on subways with nothing to do and time to kill. As we get off at Jukjegon, this old Korean woman (let's call her Dried Fish) almost runs us over down the stairs and says, to my Korean co-worker that "we talked for 40 minutes," "that she has a headache" and that "she needs peace and quiet." And I thought to myself: Dried Fish, you're going to be dead in a few years anyway. . .you'll get the peace and quiet you want then. Until them, people will talk whether you like it or not and whether you approve or not. Better yet, you want quiet. . .go to a damn library! What a rude POS! Peace and quiet on a subway. . .the damn buses are tomb like. Koreans, please understand. . .Americans love to talk. Some of us are loud when we do it, especially people like me who have been trained to project your voice. Honestly. . .I'm doing my best to learn you culture and taboos. . .why not show a little resolve and learn a little about ours? Better yet. . .get over your racist selves (because I have run into more racism by Koreans toward everyone else) and look toward your immigrant populations as a chance to enhance your culture, as other dominant cultures in other countries do. Just learning English doesn't make you cultured in foreign culture just like sitting in a barn doesn't make a person a cow. Then, as we left the subway station, my Korean co-worker (a woman) whips out a cigarette and starts smoking (gasp) in public. Another rude old Korean woman (let's call this one Old Prude) stares at my co-worker smoking and give a condescending look of disapproval, then walks away muttering something about "her mother would be ashamed." I know what was said because my co-worker speaks fluent Korean. Look, Old Prude. . .women smoke these days. . .sometimes even in public. And they get haircuts and dressy slutty. Some (gasp) have premarital sex with men they don't intend to marry. Still many others have college degrees, minds of their own and jobs! I know, Old Prude. . .the world is coming to an end. Women today don't think like you do. . .where you need to be barefoot, stupid, pregnant, in the kitchen and there at the whim of your husband, if he isn't drunk from the bars drinking with the boss after his 80 hour work week. Think about this, Old Prude and Dead Fish. . .half the reason young Korean women lap up Western dress, music, culture, language and mannerisms is because THEY WANT TO ON THEIR OWN FREE WILL!!! Rude behavior bothers me, no matter the culture or the setting. Jews are just as rude to non-Jews, and I used to apologize for my friends rudeness by being a mench toward everyone. There is a thing called common courtesy. Learn it. . .it isn't just a Western ideal. Shit like that really pisses me off! 4 Comments

Finally, After Three Weeks, I'm Coming Out Of My Depressive Phase Sep 11, 2008 4:30 am Mood: drained, 1590 Views For those who don't know, I am clinical diagnosed as a manic depressive. . .severe manic depression. I have been hospitalized and institutionalized twice in my life due to the sinking in my depressive phase of Manic Depression. I prefer that phrase to "bipolar disorder" because "bipolar disorder" sounds like a thing people can overcome and makes the condition sound not serious. Manic Depressives are 45% more likely to harm themselves or kill themselves than those without, according to the APA. Manic Depressives depressive phase feeds on itself, taking the sinking to new levels. Such was the case with me. I don't know what triggers it. . .I don't know what makes the moods switch. They just do. All of a sudden, I'm completely low, taken to feeling completely hopeless for no reason. Before I get the "dude, work out your issues." THERE ARE NO ISSUES. . .that's the problem. I have no issues. All my trust issues and people issues seem to magnify themselves intensely during the depressive side. My manic phase is just as terrible, except I am very impulsive and subject to the abuse of alcohol because "I'm on top of the world." One person said, rather flippantly, "dude, get medication." I've been on medication for the last 12 years. I told my Psyche to ween me off of them. The side effects and living arrangements of the drugs are too harsh and too debilitating. They don't solve the imbalances or the misfires in the brain. . .they stupefy the patient to the point of incapability. The nightmares (Paxil), the headaches (Lithium), the feeling like a zombie (Seroquil), the massive weight gain (Paxil, Lithium), the complete feeling of invalid (Seroquil, Depakote). . .the four medications I was on was not worth it. The sexual misfunctioning wasn't either (Depakote does that). I have been off these for two years now. I feel the episodes coming back. This last one scared me to death. I actually considered suicide on more than one occasion. I isolated myself (which adds to the depressive phase), I internalized. Sadly, I will be told "you can get over it if you recognize it." No, you can't. Mental illness is just like physical. Cancer doesn't go away with recognition. Neither does HIV or Lupus. Mental illness is incurable because we don't understand how the brain works yet. Even if I feel an "attack" coming on, there's nothing I can do to stop it, except let it run its course and hope for the best. Therapy doesn't work because you can't talk the brain back to normalcy. The medication doesn't work because it doesn't cure and it destroys the body. I am looking for alternative methods. . .I am that desperate. Almost a month of being completely down and completely unable to function scared me. I haven't felt like that since I committed myself. This one was darker and bleaker than normal. God, if you are listening to me, I need help. 3 Comments

Deep, Dark, Devoid of Life and Spirit Sep 8, 2008 5:00 am Mood: melancholy, 1567 Views I just read an interesting blog on another website called "What a Real Man is." Basically, here is what the woman who wrote it said, and I am paraphrasing (through all the spelling, syntax and grammatical errors): A Real man reads and listens, strong, doesn't moan and cry or complain about things and decisions wisely, living with their consequences. He is responsible, a man of his word, knows what's important and what isn't, like the importance of a family. A real man is not lazy, decides his own destiny, builds his own foundation and doesn't act or look like a woman. Where do I begin puking on this bullshit? The idea of a "real man" irks me. A real man is one with a deep voice, male sexual organs and body hair. Anything missing and it's not a real man. All men are real, to begin with. From what this delusional woman thinks, only a man who can "act like a man" in the barest sense of the word is a real man. A man doesn't lament, rue things or truly thing about missed opportunities. A real man, according to this woman, is an emotionless blank check who will will stand by a woman and never abandon her, which can be easily translated as "stand by the woman when she makes a mistake, bail her out and never bring it up." On top of that, a real man doesn't have woman's emotions like depression, feelings to hurt, emotions to destroy. . .just smile and allow yourself to be walked all over. Now, most women wouldn't know what to do with a real man if one fell into their lap, smiled and proposed marriage. Women, for the most part, don't want honest men. . .they want men who will stroke their egos, coddle their insecurities and give them whatever they want. Usually, the biggest douchebags are the ones women fall for. Women say they aren't bought in by looks, money or materialism, but they are. . .all the damn time. The hot guy with the hot car always gets the hot girl, especially if he's got loads of hot cash. Even the ugly ones. For that aspect, relationships, on the surface, are nothing more than expensive, legalized prostitution. The man pimps himself to the women and the women prostitute themselves to the man. As long as everyone gets what they want, no one gets hurt. The problem is the woman always gets hurt. . .and she'll sob and cry, wonder where are the good guys are and swear that she's done with assholes. Guess what? SHE FINDS ANOTHER ASSHOLE!!! "Real men" and "good men" are two things women don't want for two simple reasons. First, real, good men are truly stable, honest, predictable and that scares the crap out of women. If he's good, he must be hiding something. . .I'll go with the guy who acts like an ass. I'm sure there's some good in there. The second reason is even simpler: Assholes are fun. They take chances, they take risks, they have fun. Assholes are balls to the wall all the time. Good guys are simple, docile and relaxed. They take moderate chances when the need arises. They are quiet (generally) and go about their business with little, if any, fanfare. Women don't want that at all. Bluster, bravado, gusto and excitement. . .the asshole brings that. Women play the same emotional roller-coaster: 1. Meet asshole 2. Sleep with asshole 3. Date asshole 4. Get hurt by asshole, give 1000 chances to change 5. Get dumped/dump asshole 6. Cry to "real," "good" man 7. Get ego boost 8. Swear to be finished with asshole 9. Reject "real," "good" man 10. Find new asshole 11. Repeat steps 1 - 10 over and over and over again. I know my position in life. I know where I stand. I know I will be alone for the rest of my life. I know that. I don't seem to fit in anywhere. When I am outgoing and personable, I'm looked at as "coming on too strong" and I get rejected. When I am quiet and introverted (me normally), I am looked at as "aloof and unapproachable" and I get rejected. I am damned if I do and damned if I don't. I have been in the midst of a three week depression. . .I wake up, go to work, come home and wonder why I am cursed. I truly have no one around me. . .which is fine, because outside of family, I had no one around me back in the States. I just hope that, at work, people don't see through the fake smile of happiness I put on everyday. I hope people don't look into my eyes and see what's really there. I live and walk in constant pain in a torment of Hell that I cannot seem to escape. I want to die! I want to forget. . .all I want is for my mind to stop racing, my heart to stop hurting and my body to stop working. I'm almost 30 years old. . .when am I entitled to happiness? I have not known three consecutive days of happiness in my life. "Real man." Blow it out your ass. Women don't want real men. They want ego boosts. I read crap like that, and all I want to do is die. For everything good I've done in my life. . .for all my accomplishments, accolades and achievements, I am emptier and more distraught than ever. I know no one cares. . .I know no one is interested. So, this "real man" blog can bite me. It just reinforces the deepest, darkest depression of my life. . .and makes me want to be devoid of life and of my spirit. Why? Because I know I will never be looked at like that, no matter how good of a man I know I am. I wish I was beautiful. Maybe then I wouldn't feel this pain. I sincerely want to die. And I truly don't want to be around people anymore. It hurts too much, knowing they will get and find what I never will. 2 Comments

Some of my copyrighted songs (minus the music) Sep 5, 2008 11:58 am Mood: crushed, 1254 Views My work is inspired by such greats as Jim Croce, Gordon Lightfoot, Harry Chapin, Layne Staley, Kurt Cobain and John Lennon. I am posting five of my favorites that I have written: I Think Look at me, try to be Everything I wanted Everything I needed In me No, walk away, try to stay Someplace where the sky isn’t gray I think I think you’re amazing And you think I’m just razing Everything that I hold dear I think I think you’re amazing You think I’m just crazy Holding onto my fears Let me try, by and by Let me be your savior Please do not waver In me No, don’t believe, I deceive Someplace alone to find a heart’s reprieve I think. . . You are perfect You know you’re the example Of everything we are Let me breathe I won’t let you retrieve My heart I think I think you’re amazing And you think I’m just razing Everything that I hold dear I think I think you’re amazing You think I’m just crazy Holding onto my fears But their my fears My tears, my years, my fears! Grandma I stumble in over the last step I wonder if it's a good day She looks at me and smiles at me As I watch her slip away I sit down in front of the window Stare out at the rolling shore She looks at me like she doesn't know If she's ever seen me before And I smile, in a while She'll smile at me and mope Removing all my hope Grandma doesn't know me anymore She can't recall if I've ever been around My Grandma doesn't know me anymore I walk into her unused kitchen Pull out an apple and some candy corn I eat the corn, she holds the apple Looking at me forlorn She can't see she's killing me? I smile at her and say I'll remember everyday Grandma doesn't know me anymore She just stares at the world passing by My Grandma doesn't know me anymore Soon the nurse would walk in And say you must go I look at her with tears welling in my eyes And I'd look at my Grandma Remembering her life Walking down to the lobby I have never felt so alone She was my guidance, my only mentor And now she's gone Grandma doesn't know me anymore She doesn't know my face or my name My Grandma doesn't know me anymore Sobriety Sitting in a darkened room Wondering if I should chase the fly I can't believe the pain And all I want to do is die Looking at the spirits inside Run away but I can't hide I'm now straight and clean I face myself and I hate who I am All I want to is crawl inside Hoping someday I will die Trying to fulfill the vow To live inside a tempered life My empty only gets stronger Like I'm naked and full exposed Trying not to face the world inside I duck away and hide I hate being sober I face myself and I hate who I am I run away but it kills me inside I want it all to subside Broken Glass Soon there was fright Bullets ripped the air And there was lightening flashing in the sky As the gunmen watched the people die And no one seemed to care. But the people bowed their heads As their evil G-d then said These people have always caused your plight Those people lost us our biggest fight If you have your civic pride Your sympathy you’ll hide And you’ll kick the ones that died And the rage was simply shared. Through broken glass Throughout the night The houses were set a blaze The murdered child that wasn’t saved And no one seemed to care. Then the evil G-d looked at his flock And realized his valued stock Commanded the night go on. The scrolls were burned and windows smashed The frightened killed out on the street The stores looted, the weaker beat Still the night went on. Soon the neighbors turned their heads Shook their heads and sternly said Who cares about the damned They’re just outcasts in this land Besides, we’re really quite afraid The last fight brought too many graves Then the evil G-d looked at his flock And realized his valued stock Commanded the night go on. Through broken glass . . . A distant friend then turned his head From his chair he calmly said Who cares about the Evil’s damned And St. Louis will never land It’s not important anyway I’ve got bills I cannot pay We’re depressed here at home And we want to be alone Then the evil G-d looked at his flock . . . And no one seemed to care. Please God My God, please help me through the pain I can’t hide Listen to my prayer to make it subside I tried to make good but my eyes will not dry Please, Oh, Please God, forgive me. My eyes are open and there’s nothing I see But a life of emptiness and complete misery God, tell me God, why have you forsaken me? Please, Oh, Please God, forgive me I buried my hope for happiness I buried my hope without bending I don’t believe in love Nor happy endings I leave my smile on a granite tombstone I go through the motions in a cold, darkened home I know there’s no future and it tears to the bone Please, Oh, Please God, leave me alone 0 Comments

Interesting night at a friend Sep 5, 2008 8:03 am Mood: rejected, 1173 Views Okay. . .I've been sick. Really sick. 101 degree temperature sick. Rumbling cough sick. Migraine headache sick. You get the idea. I have tried to stay away from everyone at work and around Suji because I don't want to be Typhoid Mary. So, my friend and his girlfriend invite me over. I weeze and cough the mile walk to get there, weeze and cough up the four flights of stairs. I walk inside and cough. . .suddenly my host treats me like I am a leper. He whines about "getting him sick." He then tells me to sit far away from him and goes out of his way to make me feel uncomfortable. He invites me in as a guest and does this to me. His girlfriend (one of my co-workers) knows I am sick and told him after he invited me. He asks me out to smoke (I don't smoke). While he's smoking, my asthma begins to kick in and I politely excuse myself, being the gracious guest. This is an affront to him and get get a bit moody. His girlfriend asks me if I want dinner. Feeling weak, but hungry (a good sign), I say I'll take a little. "Get him his own and don't let him touch our food." Insult after insult, belittlement after belittlement about being sick I have to put up with during dinner. "Don't breathe near the food." "Don't stand over the drink." "Don't be near me. I don't want to get sick." His germaphobic attitude begins to wear down my ability to ignore his stupidity, but for the sake of his girlfriend (and my co-worker), I maintain composure. Suddenly, I notice that the shorts he's wearing aren't shorts. They are boxers. . .and his little friend is staring at me. I try to signal his girlfriend to tell him, but suddenly he says "he, I like have my (beep) out." Now my buttons have been completely pushed. I begin to ignore him, only to have him harp on the crap over and over again about letting his little buddy "get air" and how his girlfriend doesn't complain when "they make love." These are topics of conversations you don't have in the presence of company. My co-worker and her boyfriend are Koreans. He's a Korean national raised in LA. . .she's a Korean-American. Is this the culture? I walked down the street going home that night to see three men (two in fine tailored suits) peeing in public in between cars. One guy turned around and put his schwantz away as he stared at me. Is whipping your schwantz out in public part of the culture? Anyway. . .after he belittles my screenwriting (because my work is in paper form right now, not in film form and that's all that matters) and tells me how he'll be the first to "rip" my movies if they get made, I have enough. Throughout life, I have had to prove to everyone I am worthy of praise, even though all I would get was a kick in the ass. . .to the point that nothing I do I consider any good because I get no praise from anyone. I got it from parents, teachers, professors, employers, family members, team-mates, coaches. . .I can count on my fingers the amount of praise I have received in my life. I decide it's time to go. I walk to the door, put on my sandals and he starts to walk over as I open the door. Suddenly, the door slams behind me and locks immediately. Another wonderful night. . .and people wonder why I trust no one, believe nothing and truly have no patience for people? I have to watch this, and I remain single, because I'm not handsome. . .or wealthy. . .or some other bullshit reason. That's two people in two months I thought were my friends that turned out to be snakes. I let my guard down just a little and see what happens? On an earlier post, I had some woman tell me I let my head talk, not my heart. When I let my heart do anything, I get hurt worse than people know. At least my head keeps me safe. At 30 years old, I have come the realization that I am alone. I don't trust men because my intimidation of them makes them despise me. . .and I don't trust women because each woman I've let in has destroyed either my self-image, self-worth, self-esteem, belief in myself or all of the above. I have no future with people. . .because I have yet to be more than five people in my life who are truly worthy people. I'm tired of feeling this way. I want to trust and believe. I want to. . .honestly, I do. But I can't. . .it's always a bad experience. To a man, I am a reflection of their failed, miserable life because of my accomplishments, beliefs, accolades and achievements. . .so they belittle a man who never feels he's good enough. To a woman, I am everything she wants and nothing she needs. . .so I either get used as a "get back at my ex" date or ignored, which reinforces what my ex wrote to me after she abandoned me: "You're a loser and worthless. No woman will ever love you again because you aren't worth a real woman's time." Why am I cursed and damned like this? What did I do? When do I get my pardon? Never. . .because some people have it, some will get it, and then there's me; no chance at all. Oh, I haven't spoken to the dude in a week, and won't until I get an apology, but I don't expect one. After all, it's my responsibility to apologize if I do something wrong to someone. No one ever needs to do it to me. . .and if I ask for it, I'm told I'm hyper-sensitive (father), get over it (male "friends") or grow up (female "friends"). I give all of myself when given the opportunity, and get nothing in return. Now, maybe people can see why I've had alcohol problems (spent the better part of ten out of the last sixteen years drunk) and attempted suicide a half a dozen times (toe most recent in 2007). What the hell future do I have? 1 comment

Unlike what I've said, I like people Aug 29, 2008 9:24 pm 1460 Views In very short doses. After a couple of minutes, I tend to lose my tolerance for the stupid sh*t people have spewing from their noise holes. And it's always stupid crap that I truly don't care about. . .like how their sister has a 40 pound mole on her crotch and their father died due to an overdose of sugar cubes. Why do I care if Amy Winehouse mainlines beef gravy? And why should I care that you have a G-d damn kid? One of my friends in the states goes on his 30 minute speech about his four year old daughter, and all I want to do as I listen to this sh*t is scream: BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS!!! I don't care about your kids, I don't care about your job. I don't care about your parents and I don't care about that growth your pried off your body with paint thinner and a blow torch last week! After a while, I just want people to shut the f*ck up! Meaningless, stupid crap! "I bought this great looking shirt in Itaewon last week. It only cost 35000 won." "Great. . .maybe you should have bought a personality too!" Stupid crap that barfs out of a people's minds. "Last week, I banged the hottest girl I've ever seen." "Wow, wasn't that interesting? Please tell my ass as I walk away!" People are so afraid of being told what they are. I know I'm opinionated, loud, maniac depressive. I know I have an ego, I'm not attractive, I'll be single and lonely my entire life. I accept that. . .I accept my faults. But most people don't hear the reality about how shallow, stupid and superficial they are EVER! EVER!! So, people walk around with this aura of superiority because of the things they own or who they sleep with. Especially these annoying diaper sniffers with kids. Listen, you kids are over-valued and over-privileged. That's why we, in the United States, have a generation of budding narcissistic sociopaths with high self-esteems that think they can do no wrong. They all get trophies, they all win. . .because heaven forbid a damn kid feels bad about anything. People are okay to me. . .in short bursts. But after a while, I get tired of the vacant look behind the eyes and the bullsh*t that comes out the mouth! 6 Comments

Kiss off PUMA JackHoles and Freeptarded anti-Americans Aug 23, 2008 9:51 pm Mood: cheerful, 1230 Views Obama picked a great man to be his Vice-President. While a Washington insider, Joe Biden exudes gravitas, class, intelligence and that killer instinct that makes him successful. He is squeaky clean, since any skeletons in his closet would have come out in the numerous elections he won. Obama/Biden. Dream Ticket! PS: PUMA are those jackoff Clinton supporters who scream "Party Unity My Ass." If you look at their website, they use Republican talking points, conservative sources and dubious right wing ethics. So, these people are either DINOs or fraudulent Republicans trying to screw with my party's electoral process. Either way, go to hell! Obama/Biden in 2008! 3 Comments

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