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Dateline: Middle America College Campus
Date: April 22, 2037

    Reporters gathered in a time of worldwide crisis as a man armed with a battery of weapons storms a collegiate university with tens of thousands of students.  No one knows why he is doing this.

    10:35AM
    Reporter: "We are here live at the Middle America College Campus, first on the scene at what apparently is a hostage situation.  Authorities say a man has entered the Adamsen Hall at approximately 9:45 this morning loaded with what is believed to be two bags full of weapons.  The entire campus has been locked down, and every building evacuated.  However, when they checked on Adamsen, they found the doors jammed with what they described as large metal poles.  These were at every entrance to the building.  We asked if they had any other ways to enter the building.  To which the officer said 'No comment' and took off.  Officials are worried, however, as this seven-story building houses anywhere from two to three thousand students and faculty at any time.  And most of those students are unaccounted for at this time.

    Inside the building, the suspect takes to the PA: "Ladies and Gentlemen.  You are now trapped in this building.  You have all done wrong, and you will pay.  Don't try anything funny, or you all will die."  He then walks down the hall to the first room on his right.

"I've got my propaganda, I've got revisionism"

11:21AM
    Reporter: "We have reports coming in of ten shots fired in Adamsen Hall just about five minutes ago from people who are still trapped in the building.  We had one person who was on the phone for a live on the scene report, however, that person was shot while on the phone.  Police have asked that everyone outside of the building stay off their cell phones so the lines can stay open, but a communications center is on the way, as well as the national guard.  No say

I was home on lunch at 9pm tonight, my daughter figured out how to work the baby gate with the easy set handle. She went downstairs. There is a partition wall in the basement that separates the downstairs living area and the laundry room, it has a lock on it, but she wanted to hang out with grandma. So she's down there knocking on the door and saying hello, grandma was getting busy with her boytoy though. So they just got quiet and waited for her to leave. Needless to say, that will be the baby gate for her bedroom now.

You know, not a year goes by, usually around the first part of the year, I always hear some city/state talking about levying a "fat tax" on junk foods, video games and more, saying the offending products are causes of "childhood obesity" and healthcare costs rising. Ok, I call bullshit on this one. Here's why!

Ok, a fat tax won't work, because then you are taxing the skinny people also who buy Mountain Dew, Oreos, Krispy Kremes, Mortal Kombat, Burnout, and the list goes on and on. I know that this won't work because its the same as the beer and alcohol taxes, they don't discourage people from drinking who are alcoholics or social drinkers. Or even smokers. It simply. does. not. work. Never has. Never will.

Besides a Mountain Dew 20 oz costs you $1.42 in Iowa...thats fucked up. When its $.99 for a two liter, thats wrong. A package of Oreos costs you anywhere from $2.50 to $3.50

So, lets levy a 7 cent tax on everything that is "bad for you!!!" Yeah, that'll go over well.

You wanna know why your kids are fat? You wanna know why people stay in and eat, and have heart attacks because they don't get out to exercise.

The death penalty.

Yes, I said it. If people were more afraid of dying for shit like kidnapping, rape, murder, vehicular homicide, and the like, it would THEN be safer to go outside. You hear about people getting abducted on the street as they are jogging and being murdered after being tortured. You hear about kids being abducted just waiting for the school bus. You hear about all this negative shit. And yet you want to tax fat people?!!?! Come on, I would think you would want to make soda, oreos, snack cookies and other assorted foods cheaper so we were all fat so we would be harder to kidnap.

Here, how bout some alternatives. Lets put a skinny tax, 10 cents per dollar, on all clothes less than a size 7, yeah, you want some, ya skinny fucks?! Lets put an idiot tax on bibles! 25% tax! Better yet, when someone driving a Hummer or some other behemoth gas guzzling piece of shit, jack the cost of gas up 6 cents a gallon on em. That would pay for some environmental cleaning studies around here! Hell, even better! Lets put a dumbass tax on all public officials. 2.5% of your yearly income!

So fuck y'all who don't like this...but I don't like your fuckin fat tax idea either, its stupid, its ill-thoughtout, its lame, try some new revenue raising methods! You fuckin daft bastards!

"Can you feel it crush you?/Does it seem to bring the worst in you out?/Theres no running away from/These things that hold you down/Do they complicate you/Because they make you feel like this?/Of all the colors that you shine/This is surely not your best..."

Well, I feel like a goddamned fool. I led someone to my mother because she wanted some companionship. I felt she deserved that, and it started out well. Then slowly, colors began to shine through clear as day. I heard my mom say things like she didn't trust him, she felt he was trying to use her. Yet she didn't know how to tell him to leave. And now I heard that when she told him to get out of her way, he yelled at her and told her not to talk to him like that. And now, I feel like a fool. I feel like I am getting a black eye. He'd better be goddamn lucky I have to go back to work in three days, because if he fucks up while I am here, he will get an ass chewing like never before. I can no longer stand idly by and watch him ruin my mother. She even cancelled her credit cards after paying them off. He hasn't even got his divorce filed with his ex-wife. She planned a great wedding, spending lots of money on stuff that might never get used. Damn, I hope he slips up, I will pay the fine, do the jail time, and whatever else I have to deal with just to get the satisfaction of getting even. See, this fat fucker doesn't know that I have been getting built up at work, with the work I do, everyday, he got laid off from his position where I work. But he thinks I have no secure future there. Rage clouds my thought, my eyes, and my soul. My eyes are now grey from the rage inside of me. Who do you think you are to make me a fucking fool? What makes you think you are so special as to tear my mom away from her family that she was extra close to? What makes you think I'll hesitate to kick the living shit out of you for what you have done? I give you something special and you treat it like a toy. Well, I am on to your game now. So watch how you play. Unlike the board game of Life, this one will come back and bite you in the ass.  I will make sure of it.

Why does one joke about someone prevail over many things that one has done since the inception of said joke?  Do we really grow up and put childish shit aside, or do we just get older and wiser, and let the same shit hang on?

"To days of inspiration, playing hooky, making something out of nothing, the need to express, to communicate, to going against the grain, going  insane, going mad..." Rent - La Vie Boheme

Ok, to set the theme for this I need to take you back, way back, all of a decade ago.  About this time of year in 1995 actually. I was pretty much as I am today, one of my own, no one was my keeper, marching to my own drum, boisterous, just out for a great time, and didn't care who thought what of me, fuck em anyways if they have a problem with me.

Someone, farbeit from me to know why, came up with this joke that I was masturbating in their trailer and the cops caught me in the act.  I am fuzzy on the details, because it stopped phasing me about two weeks after it happened.

"I stand here face to face, with someone that I used to know, who used to look at me and laugh..."Hoobastank - Remember Me

So earlier tonight at work, I was talking to someone across the way who is in decent companionship with the person I used to know who fits the above lyric.  And he said that he heard a rumor (from the same guy), about the trailer boy thing.  I passed it off until I thought of it about 20 minutes later.  I told him "Yeah, I remember that rumor, sadly enough, some people still believe that bullshit web."  To which he replied: "Yeah, I thought it didn't make any sense, how the hell would the cops catch you doing that if you were just innocently doing it?"

So I guess some people can't let shit die...and this is the reason why I am considering therapy?  Boy, its kinda sad that I need therapy over this shit.

"I was born in the cemetery, under the sign of the moon, raised from my grave, born agaiiin!! And I was made a mercenary, in the legions of hell!!/..."  Metallica - Mercyful Fate (ok, I tossed that one in because it felt damn good!)

To the people of Marshalltown, IA and surrounding areas:

You see that white stuff on the road? That's called snow! We get it about this time EVERY year, and at that same time, you are driving like a fuckin fool in it. So for the love of God, ACT like you get snow every year and drive in it.

Date night went well, I saw Rent the movie adaptation, and I think the critics who railed this really need to go back to school on how to critique a movie. This movie will take you away from the movie theater you are in, and transport you to the land of the film, just like a really GREAT movie should, yes, this movie is fuckin GREAT!!!

( Cut for length, and a great damn review, but it takes too long...*spoiler alert btw*Collapse )

I just had the best Monday ever! I got up, and went to see about paying my car insurance bill online. Well, come to find out since I had to pay two months up front, I don't have to pay for the month of November!!! So there's $240 for Xmas shopping! Then I got to work today and found out that all overtime has been cancelled for this week, so its not 45 or 53 or 48 hrs, but a straight 40 hour workweek! After work, I went to the store, bought my daughter's christmas presents...a box of duplo blocks, and three 2-packs of cheap cars. Hey, she loves playing cars with her daddy *melt*.....

After Wal-mart, I went to the gas station, and got $80 out of the ATM, bought a quart of OJ, and three lotto tickets...didn't win shit on those. Went to the next gas station by the same name nearer to my house, bought this Dominoes ticket and won $30 freakin dollars!!! So now my wife has seventy dollars, and I have $25!!!! But the next dominoes ticket I played cock-blocked me, and had ONE left on both the row to win $300 and the row to win....THIRTY THOUSAND BUCKS!!

Damn...guess it wasn't bad, but could have been alot better!

Three Names You Go By:
- Jason
- Crow
- Buzz

Three Parts of Your Heritage:
- Slavic
- Polish
- Czech

Three Things That Scare You:
- Wrecking my Mitsubishi (I owe a shitload on that car!)
- Hearing what goes on in my mom's room at night
- Losing jobs

Three of Your Everyday Essentials:
- LJ, CYAO.com
- Rockin tunes
- Mt. Dew

Three Things You Are Wearing Right Now:
- Boxer Briefs
- Headphones
- A smile

Three of Your Favorite Bands or Musical Artists:
- Metallica
- Danko Jones
- AC/DC

Three of Your Favorite Songs: ~ at the moment.
- Citizen Cope - Bullet And A Target
- Avenged Sevenfold - Bat Country
- Nickelback - Side of a Bullet

Three Things You Want in a Relationship (other than Real Love):
- Good Sex
- Good Conversation
- Always having some shit to talk about!

Two Truths and a Lie:
- I love my wife
- I love music with a passion unfound by most
- I masturbate to pictures of Bea Arthur

Three Things about the Opposite Sex that Appeal to You:
- A nice butt
- A brain in that head!
- Long hair (rowr!)

Same Sex:
- Someone who can have a thought
- Likes to sit down and just chill
- Likes to rock out too

Three of Your Favorite Hobbies:
- Streaming tunes on the net
- playing guitar
- go to the mall and make fun of preps

Three Things You Want to do Really Badly Right Now:
- Get some!
- Win the lottery
- Kick GW in the head!

Three Places You Want to go on Vacation:
- Jamaica
- Spain or France
- Austrailia

Three Things You Want to Do Before You Die:
- Win the lottery, become financially independent and retire at age 30 or 35
- Then use the time off from work to perfect my guitar skills, work out and get a nice chisled body, maybe some stuff to get a larger tool :) for da wifey!
- Rock out with Metallica on stage!