Sunday, January 30
Went to Philly today and ate a lot of food. And shit I just forgot what I was going to say.

My face is clearing up nicely. More than my sister's. And she's still recovering from chicken pox.

Listened to Ride the Lightning three fucking times total in the car to and from the city. Fucking awesome. I never knew I'd come to like Metallica that much, because I'm a dense dipshit who has only listened to their new stuff until pretty much recently. The bad thing was, I had no one to fuck up shit with. Especially in the car. With my family. For some reason whenever I bring a book for a car ride, this time The Dirt, I end up never reading it and just listening to my CD's over and fucking over again until my fucking head splits open. I don't care if my speakers die. The CD player is most likely going to die sooner, because that list from about six months ago with about sixteen problems of its workmanship has probably doubled itself by now. And I'm not going to buy a new one. Because I'm cheap.

I also realized that it was about time that I got an Ipod. It doesn't make any fucking sense, and it's not fucking fair at all, that just about every rich kid in school got a goddamn $200 Ipod for Christmas when they don't even know how to download MP3's, when I have 500+ songs in my computer, with nothing but a piece of shit fucked up CD player and a computer that's just as fucked up and has just as many viruses as there are MP3's in the computer. Plus, I have decent taste in music. Unlike those Nelly and Lil' Jon stupid fucks.

It's saddening that the computer won't let me burn The System Has Failed onto a CD because it's some lame "playlist file" or "Winamp file" or shit like that. I don't know. But I'll keep on trying. It's either keep on trying or go back to the Windows ME of my computer and download song by song.

Yesterday I sat in the kitchen instead of doing chores eating Flavor Blasted Cheddar Goldfish. Then I suddenly missed my friends for no reason. Then I stopped missing them in the next few minutes.

On the way to Philly, there was a sign on the freeway that led to a place called Bonhamtown. That's fucking awesome. What if it really was named after John Bonham? Maybe I'll want to baptize my children there. While listening to "Garden of Eden" or some song that had Duff's voice in it, I decided that if I ever had children and had a son, I would name him Duff. That's the greatest fucking name one could have. It comes in so many phrases:

DUFF IS TUFF!
RUB A DUB DUFF
DUFF LIKES TO PUFF
DUFF HUFFS STUFF
DUFF LIKES CORN PUFFS
DUFF IS TUFF ENUFF
MY DUFFYKINS LIKES MUFFINS
DUFFY WENT PUFFY (because he'll eventually get fat)
DUFF LIKES IT RUFF
DUFF GOT HANDCUFFED
DUFF LUFFS CHRISTINA
DUFF'S ASS IS BUFFED
DUFFY'S ASS IS NICE AND PUFFY
DUFF GOES 'HUFF HUFF' WITH STUFF
DUFF PUFFED STUFF
DUFF STUFFED PUFFY STUFF

And it goes on and on.

If I ever had a daughter, I'd probably name her Pussy. And being that Duff should love his sister, I could say that Duff loves Pussy. Oh god, I love children.

That was fucking sarcasm you dumb shit.

And if I had another son, I'd probably name him Richard, so I could call him Dick. I'll make him drink lots of milk so he grows really big and tall, then I could say that I've got a big Dick. It's also a great idea for men who have Napoleon-sized cocks and somehow got illegitimate kids or want to name a big-sized pet, to name them Dick. Because then they could truthfully say that they've got a big Dick. The only bad part is actually showing people that big Dick. And it surely ain't going to be the one in your pants. Unless you somehow fit your dog or baby in your pants.

Today I almost saw a hot asian guy. But he turned out to be real ugly. At least he wore nice butt-fitting jeans and a hot sweater. His hair was a nice length too, but his face was of utter pussy.


Christina N. @ 7:38 PM