AIN’T NO REASON
Current mood: satisfied
Category: Music

Currently listening : So Much More By Brett Dennen Release date: 2006-11-21

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Shit Happens.
Category: Writing and Poetry

I just don't understand how he could do this.

To his family....

It all comes down to keeping the damn thing in your pants.

YOU'RE MARRIED!!!!

Doesn't thant mean anything anymore?

And here I am... needing you to walk me down that aisle to say MY vows.

What a joke.

What a fucking joke.

Currently listening : Pink Floyd - The Wall Release date: 1999-12-02

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BARACK OBAMA IS THE ANTI-CHRIST.
Current mood: implacable
Category: News and Politics

The Bible has warned us that ’A man will come from the East that will be charismatic in nature and have proposed solutions for all our problems and his rhetoric will attract many supporters!’

When will our pathetic Nation quit turning their back on God and understand that this man is ’A Muslim’....First, Last and always....and we are AT WAR with the Muslim Nation, whether our bleeding-heart, secular, Liberal friends believe it or not. This man fits every description from the Bible of the ’Anti-Christ’!

I’m just glad to know that there are others that are frightened by this man!

Who is Barack Obama?

Very interesting and something that should be considered in your choice...

Snopes. Com .. confirms this is factual. Check for yourself...

Who is Barack Obama?

Probable U. S. Presidential candidate, Barack Hussein Obama was born in Honolulu, Hawaii, to Barack Hussein Obama, Sr., a black MUSLIM from Nyangoma-Kogel, Kenya and Ann Dunham, a white ATHEIST from Wichita , Kansas.

Obama’s parents met at the University of Hawaii.

When Obama was two years old, his parents divorced. His father returned to Kenya. His mother then married Lolo Soetoro, a RADICAL Muslim from Indonesia.

When Obama was 6 years old, the family relocated to Indonesia. Obama attended a MUSLIM school in Jakarta. He also spent two years in a Catholic school.

Obama takes great care to conceal the fact that he is a Muslim. He is quick to point out that, ’He was once a Muslim, but that he also attended Catholic school.’

Obama’s political handlers are attempting to make it appear that that he is not a radical.

Obama’s introduction to Islam came via his father, and that this influence was temporary at best. In reality, the senior Obama returned to Kenya soon after the divorce, and never again had any direct influence over his son’s
Education.

Lolo Soetoro, the second husband of Obama’s mother, Ann Dunham, introduced his stepson to Islam. Obama was enrolled in a Wahabi school in Jakarta.

Wahabism is the RADICAL teaching that is followed by the Muslim terrorists who are now waging Jihad against the western world. Since it is politically expedient to be a CHRISTIAN when seeking major public office in the United States, Barack Hussein Obama has joined the United Church of Christ in an attempt to downplay his Muslim background. ALSO, keep in mind that when he was sworn into office he DID NOT use the Holy Bible, but instead the Koran.

Barack Hussein Obama will NOT recite the Pledge of Allegiance nor will he show any reverence for our flag. While others place their hands over their hearts, Obama turns his back to the flag and slouches. Do you want someone like this as your PRESIDENT?

Let us all remain alert concerning Obama’s expected presidential candidacy.

The Muslims have said they plan on destroying the US from the inside out, what better way to start than at the highest level - through the President of the United States...

Just think about it...
someone has to.

~*MJay*~

Currently reading : The Anti-Christ By Friedrich Nietzsche Release date: 19 November, 2007

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The Truth
Current mood: ashamed
Category: Writing and Poetry

Well if wishes were horses,

beggers would cry...

I’d get passed my pride,

you’d be back by our side.

I wouldnt be holding on to memories,

I wouldnt need them cause you were always there for me...

I’d be seperate and complete was my confusion,

my generousity was my resolution.

So caught up with what I wanted you to be...

conviced that perfection meant spot free.

Oh, but look at me now...

a shadow of my former glory...

and the moral of my story...

If I seem like I’m holding it down,

but if you wanna know the truth...

I’m slowly losing my ground,

and if you wanna know the truth...

if you wanna know....

There’s a couple things I coulda shown ya...

but I have to resisit the urge to phone ya...

We’ll all move on, go on with our years,

and I don’t want to "burden" you with my tears...

I know I said I didnt need you and I’ll be alright,

but I got a much different story tonight.

And it may seem I’m holding it down... 

but if you wanna know the truth,

I’m slowly losing my ground...  

And if you wanna know the  truth                                                               

Now we can just keep wishin...

and keep prayin...

and keep sayin...

Oh, but look at me now, 

a shadow of my former glory...

and the moral of my story,

it may seem I’m holdin it down...

but if you wanna know the truth,

I’m slowly losing my ground...

and if u wanna know the truth.

If you wanna know...

Currently listening : This Adultery Is Ripe By Blood Brothers Release date: 01 April, 2002

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I’ll Never Forget...
Current mood: triumphant
Category: Writing and Poetry

And I'll never forget...

Buttercups.

The smell of the grass after my dad mowed.

Pigtails.

Skinned up elbows and knees.

Bottle rocket wars.

Grandma's bacon... (and her green beans)

Camping.

Grandpa in the back room on his CB radio.

the train tracks.

Walks to the store to buy cookie dough.

Mrs. Duey

Trying not to get caught.

Climbing trees... and falling out.

Our clubhouses.

Freeze tag.

Softball tournaments that lasted all weekend.

Grandaddy and Grandpa fighting over who loved me more.

Ripping the limbs off my Barbies.

Cotton, Denim, and Calico.

Daddy's blue jean hat.

Big wheels.

Wiggles the Wabbit.

Exchanging "blankies" with Aunt Kay the day she died.

Mom's potpourri.

Make believe sword fights.

Terry Turner, Jake Resor's clubhouse, and my first kiss.

Josh's bow and arrow.

Field trips.

The Rec Park and the field that day.

The sound our washing machine made.

Daddy's patience while teaching me to drive.

Our kiddie pool at Grandma's.

the stairs we weren't supposed to go up.

My sister knocking me out with a softball.

Snow days and the Price is Right.

Yard sales with Grandma.

"The trading game" with Kristi.

Granddaddy calling me Doll.

My mother's strong endurance.

The rock quarry.

Beating up Natalie Rice in 7th grade.

The smell of honeysuckels.

Rock Island.

Throwing up at the fair-- right in front of that cop!

Snorkeling in Punta Cana.

Throwing paper wads off Lisa's balcony.

The mace at Aunt Sissy's.

JJ Casserole.

Laguarda.

Getting kicked out of the casino.

The neighborhood.

Paducah.

the sound of crunching metal.

Uncle Eddie's belt buckles.

The broken unicorn.

Daddy fixing EVERYTHING.

The way my teeth felt when i finally got my braces off.

AMWAY.

Those meaningless romances.

Naptime.

Celery and peanut butter for snacktime.

Hide N Go Seek in the dark.

Learning how to walk-- both times.

The back of Mr. Gonyea's class.

Weedgy.

Kissing in the rain.

Donnie Knipher and the rides on his wheelchair.

The day I got my faith back.

~*MJay*~

Currently listening : A Night to Remember By Johnny Mathis Release date: 06 May, 2008

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THE EVOLUTION OF THE WHORE
Current mood: virginal
Category: Blogging

The Evolution of the Whore

Have you ever been walking down a street in lets say, Las Vegas, and been propositioned by an incredibly attractive professional lady of the night? Ever been propositioned anywhere? Have you ever wondered what a woman goes through before becoming a professional prostitute? Do you know how to read? If the answer to any of the previous four questions is yes, then this incredibly scientific article is right up your alley, down your street, and straight up your nose to your brain. Today, we're taking off the gloves and brushing aside the childish blogs of previous months. Today, we're putting on the Freudian Penis Envy Wool Suit, Beard and Glasses and gearing up to get technical about what turns perfectly decent women into whores. This is a serious study. Serious.

There are many different steps in life that lead up to a career in professional prostitution. Unlike many of society's other jobs, this is not one that people simply transfer into. One does not leave a job as say, a patent clerk, only to end up walking a street corner in stiletto heels the next day. It takes time to become a total whore. Now, the steps we will be talking about today are steps taken by decent women who (for lack of a better term) evolve into whores. Please understand that, depending on the background of the woman in question, many of these steps could be skipped. For example, if you are a female who was sexually abused by your father, developed a cocaine addiction when you were fifteen and lived in Las Vegas, well, you probably didn't evolve into a prostitute. You were more than likely bred for it. But, for semi-educated women raised by non-abusive, non-drug addicted parents, the following outlines the evolution of whoredom.

Step 1: The Waitress
It all starts innocently enough. The number one occupation for female, non-college graduates attracts another pretty college girl. It happens approximately seventeen thousand times a day in the Southwest Region of the United States (source: my random guess and love of the number seventeen). Many waitresses end up graduating college and moving on to other careers. Many do not. The waitresses that drop out of college and become professional waitresses, in the interest of self preservation and disposable income, keep finding better paying restaurants until they have worked themselves up the waitress-ladder to Step 2.

Step 2: Hooters Girl
Okay, I love Hooters Girls so I'm gonna use this opportunity to let you in on a few Hooters Girl secrets. First, there is a machine in the back that dispenses that shiny leg hosiery. The sizes come in small, medium and "you're fired." Second, Hooters requires many of their girls to hostess first, so they can learn the art of schlepping for tips while dipping to display cleavage by watching the experienced professionals bring the wings. Third, that Hooters girl, she doesn't really like you, and even if she gave you a real phone number, she probably won't return your calls. But nice tip.

Step 3: Go-Go Dancer
At some point in her career, the Hooters Girl realizes that Go-Go Dancers wear only slightly less clothes, are only slightly more degraded, and make three times as much money. It's not a big jump for the Hooters girl to find a career in the Go-Go club (which is really just a strip club with no nudity). From there it's not much of a jump to full on nude stripper, which is why that's step 4.

Step 4: Nude Stripper
By this point, our innocent college drop out girl has seen quite a lot. She's delivered private dances (i.e. dry humps) in the Go-Go clubs, and she's been accosted by men both as a waitress and a dancer. All the late nights and interesting characters she has encountered have helped her develop a cocaine habit and a penchant for supporting an unemployed boyfriend who favors wearing wife-beaters and dispensing beatings based on either how insanely jealous he is or his current level of self-esteem. She needs money to support both her habit and her man, so our Go-Go girl figures, "You know, the only thing that strippers do differently is take off their outfits and make three times as much money."

After six or seven months of coming home with six or seven hundred dollars a night, the purchase of a plasma television, an expensive laptop, an island vacation and two Jaguars, our stripper gets propositioned by one of her regulars at the club. It turns out, that for a half hour of sex, this guy will pay nine hundred dollars. "Well," thinks our stripper, "I trust this guy, he'll wear a condom and I can make two car payments off one half hour of work." After a few months as a VIP room favorite, our stripper is now a club-hooker.

Step 5: Club Hooker
She's making thousands of dollars a week on her back and with her mouth and she didn't even have to go to college! She's proud, well-dressed, constantly under the influence of expensive drugs and alcohol, and well-known in the strip club. After a few more months in the club, she decides she doesn't even need the damn place and gives out her phone number to all of her club regulars, who now can be called Johns.

So there you have it. In less than two years, daddy's little college drop out has gone from local pub waitress to full-on professional whore. In a few years time, she'll lose her looks and either end up killing herself, walking the streets as a desperate crack whore or working as a bartender in a crappy pub where she dispenses fifty dollar blow jobs in the back room to lonely truckers who found her name on truck stop bathroom walls. And you thought that was just silly graffiti.

All research was complete and total fiction as we don't understand such concepts. If this study offends you in any way, please understand that you have no sense of humor and should not reproduce. For a detailed account of this analysis, please send a check or money order for $900 to "Mindy Penny." Please understand that the detailed account of this analysis will consist of nothing more than a used paper towel. This study was endorsed by the International Academy of Design because their president thought he was signing a petition to save the whales.

Currently listening : A Virgin & A Whore By Eternal Tears of Sorrow Release date: 04 April, 2006

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OUR GOVERNMENT... Nice....
Current mood: nauseated
Category: News and Politics

Can you imagine working at the following Company? It has a little over 500 employees with the following statistics:

29 have been accused of spousal abuse
7 have been arrested for fraud
19 have been accused of writing bad checks
117 have bankrupted at least two businesses
3 have been arrested for assault
71 cannot get a credit card due to bad credit
14 have been arrested on drug-related charges
8 have been arrested for shoplifting
21 are current defendants in lawsuits
84 were stopped for drunk driving

Can you guess which organization this is?

It's the 535 members of the United States Congress. The same group that perpetually cranks out hundreds upon hundreds of new laws designed to keep the rest of us in line.

Currently listening : This Is What Democracy Looks Like Release date: 03 May, 2005

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Clinton for President? REALLY PEOPLE?
Current mood: aggravated
Category: News and Politics

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THE SIMPLE LIFE
Current mood: melancholy
Category: Writing and Poetry

I read today that China has sent another rocket to the moon… but this one has an actual High Def lens on it… High Def! On a space ship… Get out of here… That's just insane to me. Technology… oh man… IPODS and Iphones, we have cars now that you can start from inside your house, cameras that can go through walls and pick up infrared rays, and governments who can keep enough tabs on you that it registers every single person that ever buys a specific item, or even visits another country more than once (which is a completely different topic for a completely different day).

But the point is what we've lost in all these gains… our simplicity, our true nature, ourselves. What ever happened to the effortless way of life? The simple life? What ever happened to sitting down to dinner around the table with your family at night just to enjoy one another's words? I remember being a kid and not being able to contain myself if I had to stay inside. And now, these kids today, with their Xbox and their Playstations, don't even know what the sun's warmth feels like.

People won't even walk 30 feet anymore to talk with their neighbor… it's all done in a text message.

What the hell is going on here?

When was the last time you just stopped and looked at the nature around you. The beautiful prescence that once took your breath away as an innocent child… when you used to lie on your back to make images out of the clouds, stopping on a skip to stop and smell some honeysuckles, or climbing the trees just to look at all the different color leaves…

Now people are too busy to notice. You just walk on by talking on your cell phones, or drive right past in your new hybrid cars… you never take the time to see  anymore. It all gets past by in a blur of electronic components and cybernetics.

We need to take back in the beauty of our nature, and forget the mundane monotony of these wordly things.

It's not what you take when you leave this world behind you… it's what you leave behind you when you go.

Transcendentalism is key.

Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote the short story "Nature" and if you've never read it, you should.

He has so many agreeable points. In this he writes, "In the woods too, a man cast off his years, as the snake his slough, and at what period soever of life, is always a child. In the woods, is perpetual youth… In the woods we return to reason and faith… Standing on the bare ground, my head bathed by the blithe air, and uplifted into infinite space, all mean egotism vanishes. I become a transparent eye-ball."

Currently listening : Happy Pills By Candlebox Release date: 21 July, 1998

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If you read anything... READ THIS.
Current mood: confused
Category: Life

I know what the problem is:

MTV, HBO, Playboy, (or any other genres of this type of entertainment ) and the basis of sex as the number one sales tactic in America.

Yes.

Let me explain something to you fellas

Youre all insane.

Okay look, girls with big tits have big asses, girls with little tits have smaller asses, THATS JUST THE WAY IT WORKS.

God doesnt mess around. Hes a fair guy. He gave the fatties big, giant balloon boobies, and the skinnies got the little, tiny, nibblers. If you dont like it CALL HIM.

Take a Playboy, Penthouse, Hustler whatever your flavor is

Open it up to that whore in the center

Yeah, thats nice, right?

WELL IT DOESNT EXIST, OKAY!!

Lets start with the hair,

long,

flowing,

like a damn river

Well, its a weave, okay?

And the tits PLEASE! I could hang my coat on em

Tits, by design, were intended to be suckled by babies.

Yeah, theyre purely functional.

THOSE- are silicon city.

And my favorite the perfectly shaven pubis. Pubic hair being so unruly and all

Very vain.

This, is a mockery.

This, is a sham.

This, is bullshit.

< O:P>

Implants, collagen, plastic, capped teeth, the fat sucked out, the fat tucked in, the hair extended, (and dyed and fried) the nose perfectly proportioned

-pffftt-

THESE ARENT REAL WOMEN!

Theyre beauty freaks. (And a lot of airbrush.)

And they make us REAL women, with our blemishes, our wrinkles, our puckered boobs, and our cellulite

--Seem somewhat inadequate.

What?

You fuckers actually think that there is a chance in HELL that youd end up with a woman like that?

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. (excuse me)

(clears throat)

And in thinking this you never gave us REAL women a chance.

WE DONT STAND A CHANCE.

Its pathetic.

You cant approach any type of commitment with the REAL women- THE ONES THAT DESERVE IT- because you have your heads so far up Barbies plastic asshole.

Yeah

I said it.

I dont know what youre expecting, or hoping for wishing maybe,. BUT IT DOESNT EXIST!

Youre going to end up 80 years old, with your wrinkled old balls full of semen, drooling in some nursing home.

And then youll decide that its time to settle down, get married, and have kids. But what are you gonna do?

Find a cheerleader?

Hahahaha

OH, BITE ME.

Look at you with your supermodels on your walls, and your stupid MAXIM magazines lying everywhere.

Youre all crazy to think that is beauty. That these are real women.

If you had one ounce of self-esteem, self-worth, or self-respect, you would realize that as trite as it may sound:

*BEAUTY TRULY IS ONLY SKIN DEEP*  

And you know what else?

If you ever did somehow hook up with one of these women I GUARANTEE youd get sick of her.

GET OVER YOURSELVES!

No matter how perfect the nipple, how supple the thigh, how pretty the face,

unless theres something more in the relationship besides the physical

ITS GOING TO GET OLD.

And you guys, as a gender, need to get a grip--- FAST.

Otherwise, the future of the human race is in jeopardy.

AND US REAL WOMEN

WONT STAND A CHANCE.

~*Mindy Penny*~

Currently listening : Wanted! The Outlaws By Waylon Jennings Release date: 30 April, 1996

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