Rambling Of The Raven

Watch My Temper, I Go Mental, I'll Try To Be Gentle

Thu, 07 Oct 2004 01:18:48 GMT

Made-Up Swear Word Of The Day: Shtoonka (Shh-toon-kuh), 1. (v.) to shtoonka, "Man, did you see her shtoonka?" 2. (n.) a shtoonka, "Man, she's such a shtoonka" 3. (adj.) a shtoonka-ish nature to accompany a noun, "What a shtoonka shtoonka."

This has been your "Made-Up Swear Word Of The Day". Thank you.

Wow, I haven't touched this POS in ages, man. Not that anyone truly missed me. ;P But just in case, I blame the Communists. And the Nazis. And the Catholics. They're all in cahoots with each other, those dirty bastards, y'dig?

I discovered recently that I have a callous disregard for life, and it's pretty fun. A friend, Derek, was trying to get my brother to read a book and we discovered the fellow that wrote the book had committed suicide. So, naturally, being the mental giant I am, the first question out of my mouth was:

"Dude, does it say how he offed himself?"

I know, I know. Quite a brain on me, eh? Not that I'm really bothered by the statement. I mean, c'mon, it WAS an honest-to-goodness light-hearted, good-natured and fully innocent question. In case you were wondering, no... it didn't say how he offed himself, and frankly, I was pissed.

I blame the Commie-Nazi-Cathos again. Bastards. The whole lot of them, y'dig?

I'm assuming, once again, that those of you who are reading this are those of you that actually know me, so I won't bother to reiterate the fact that (of course, except for what I'm about to say right now) that I have a very unhealthy, sickening, stomach-turning, fascinating and all-around pervertedly-creepy obsession with Temari from the anime Naruto.

Yes. I know she's fifteen.

It could be worse. She could be, like... four.

Which reminds me of something... my brother used to have this friend, and his father's motto was:

"If she's old enough to pee, she's old enough for me."

Kind of makes you wonder about the Catholic church, doesn't it?

Man, I wish I had some semblance of a clue of what's going on with this whole election-bull shit. I just know that Kerry, Bush, Nader... they all suck. I should move away to Canada. :( Fucking Commie-bastards, all of them. Not that there's any real basis for that statement of course, besides:

Bush nearly choked to death on a pretzel (assassination attempt? Poor chewing quality? You be the judge) and can't pronounce "nuclear"

Kerry has a big chin

Nader is... well... Nader, y'dig?

All in all, kind of sad, though then again, I have no idea what's going on, and I have no basis for my arguments. :D

And it's just been brought to my attention, something about "air-conditioned coffins". I don't know, exactly, what in the Nine Hells is going on, but frankly, I guess I'm kind of glad I did... because if it was verified that, indeed, there is some inane human invention such as air-conditioned coffins, then I'd further lose any remote ounce of respect that I still held for the human race (which was very little to begin with).

Great... just what we need.

Who cares about a cure for cancer? We need air-conditioned coffins, y'dig?

NOW.

Some people are morons.

Like Anne Rice. Sheesh, what a cunt. I mean, first off... she's not even that decent of a writer. She has little to no talent when it comes to writing, her writing is just a drone mixture of something if you'd combine works of Akira Toriyama and J.R.R. Tolkien and Buffy The Vampire Slayer. And she gets worked up when people bad-mouth her SHITTY (I shall reiterate this word, for I feel it is most appropriate: SHITTY) writing. I mean, c'mon Annie, really. Maybe if you had some TALENT, then you'd have room to complain. But, well... since you don't.

Stfu, ho, y'dig?

Anyways, that's really all I have to say about now. I hope you enjoyed my rants this time around.

Lead a good life, stay in milk, don't do school, and drink your drugs.

And remember: Religion and Communists and Nazis are the bane of our existence. >: And they're in cahoots with each other.

Go with Judas... and Elvis Presley.

Judas Presley.

Or Elvis Iscariot.

Hm... no...

Judas Presley sounds better.

Go with Judas Presley, y'dig?

Radical Adults Lick Godhead Style

Mon, 03 May 2004 04:13:46 GMT

Seriously, they do... I've seen them do it!

Anyways...

Alas, 'tis another Sunday and, alas, 'tis another day for mass amounts of drama, complaining, whining, etc. :P Mostly upon my part, which is cool.

Anyways... nothing really exciting happened today that's worthy of mentioning. More bitching on Lensmoor. Ha ha, Brid is dead. My character, Sathane is almost ready for level 7 already. :P

I had started writing a new story. Or, rather, it was an old story of mine that I got about 50 pages into but then I abandoned it about a year ago.. now I decided to take it back up and start from scratch, redoing the whole thing.

Anyway, I got about a page done and my sister wants to go on the computer... so I tell her, fine, just don't close any of the windows I had open and I can usually trust her of this, she never does...

Figures, just my luck though, for some "magical reason" as my sister described it, the computer restarted itself.

As if it were possessed...

And it didn't like us...

So it decided to spit in our face. >:o

Either way... yeah, whatever I wrote in the story was completely lost and I'm complaining now.

Y-u-u-u-u-up, it sucks.

My friend, Lisa, is now talking about this uber-hard test she has to take... convinced she's gonna fail and that she doesn't remember anything. Yeah... right... x_x She's one of the most intelligent people I know, and in spite of the fact that she says she'll fail I'm sure she's gonna do just fine. Better than fine.

Damn it... Kara's character, Miesma, has a cool new pet on Lensmoor. >:o Sathane needs a pet, damn it... a kicky looking raven.. that'll pwnz everyone's ***...

Yeah...

In case you haven't noticed, I'm not really explaining anything...

Why?

Because I am assuming that you are reading this under the assumption that you know me. ;P Or... well.. under the FACT that you know me...

So you SHOULD know half this crap I'm talking about. :P

And if not...

Uh...

Uhhh....

Piss off, you bloody wanker! >:(

PS.

I <3 U KARA

Drunken Butterfly

Sun, 02 May 2004 03:12:44 GMT

Random song title for the subject.

Hey, go to Hell, *I* thought it was a rather good idea.

Anyways... Being my first post I guess I should put something all deep and meaningful and such... but those who know me damn well know that just ain't my style. :P So, really, I don't know WHAT I'd put here besides random little tidbits and whining...

I was called a twit by someone running around with an eight-year old BDSM icon... now that was a hoot.

It's funny watching people on Lensmoor go at each other's throats... well, namely the wimps that shoot words from a distance and cower in a corner (Not going to be saying any names, but you know who you are! >:o).

It's only bloody 11:00 pm and I'm bloody tired already and it sucks. And my back is in pain. Lots of pain.

Just in case you're wondering, yes, all I do do is complain. :P But sometimes the ramblings are more intelligent.

I suppose, somewhere along the line I could reiterate some debates I've had elsewhere...

The Existence of God... Now THAT one was a bloody classic... getting religious zealots trying to convince people that God is real... why? Oh, because there's a BOOK about him, of course. Yes, that is one Hell of a reason to believe in God. :P At least the general consensus of people I asked seemed to agree...

Buddha could definitely take Jesus in a kick-boxing match.

I *could* take this time to go off on a tangent and talk all about myself... but that'd be all selfish. :) So I'll save that for later.