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i just spent the last fucking hour and a half on my hands and knees scrubbing the carpet like a mad woman. vaccuming. sweeping. soaking and wringing and rinsing and cursing. working over the rug with a sponge like my life depended on it. and you know what the worst part is?
i don’t think it made a lick of difference.
i soaked the stains. i sprayed. i scrubbed. i’ve cracked windows all over the apartment in the paltry hopes that maybe it will air out a bit.
but still…the filth remains.
you’d think fucking r. kelly lives here.
i hate this.
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category : wrath
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as if one r. kelly in the world isn’t bad enough…as if one r. kelly wannabe in the world isn’t bad enough!!! it seems that the newest addition to our psycho little household has some major urophilia issues. this fat fuck right here just can’t wrap his tubby brain around the concept of a fucking litter box. even my demented ball of spastic fur — aka lola, aka the whore — can figure out where cats are supposed to do their business. and sure, she sometimes gets too overzealous about making her poo into a plaything; or you know, she never has to poo until right as we’re about to eat…but i’m hoping that can be chalked up to kitten retardism. hopefully.
but this fucker…it’s bad enough that he won’t eat any food we give him without barfing everywhere…and i do mean everywhere! (normally animals won’t foul up places where they eat and sleep, but he doesn’t seem to care! he’ll barf right next to the food dish, he’ll hurl immediately after stuffing his tubby, drooling face! maybe he’s bulemic…) and it’s wretched enough that he decides to piss all over my favorite jeans when i’m in the shower, thus making me considerably later out the door in the morning. and it’s god damned annoying that he’s picked one spot in the house to claim as his own little watersports arena, thus permanently staining it with cat pee no matter how hard we scrub it out.
but it’s fucking fucked the fuck up when he pees all over the clothes scooter set aside for salvation army donations and then — in the same eveing! — fucking re-pisses all over his designated Pee Spot. it’s fucking disgusting.
i’m too sleep-deprived to fix that little problem right now, but i know what tomorrow morning (today) holds in store for me once i’ve semi-woken up: another round of cleaning cat pee.
yay.
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category : wrath
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i waited f o r e v e r for the new episodes of the family guy to come out for this season…forever, through reruns and NASCAR and all sorts of other bullshit that no one cares about. and last week: eaten by crazy drunk hobo and commute back to allston. this week: i am at work right now. fucking working. and the gym sucked balls.
fuck
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…and then some.
(i suppose this makes my complaint-free day of posting null & void)
BUT i’m just about fed up, really. so much so that it’s totally harshin’ my buzz. which is a severely punishable crime because i have had a very enjoyable series of days lately and i’m not ready to relinquish that glee. so, long story short: you suck. a lot. you only suck this much — and believe me, it is a lot — because i’ve let you get in, wander around, pull up a chair and get comfortable. but no more!
true it’s just a mild irritant…but…i mean, even hobos acknowledge your presence on the streets & such. even if it is just because they need some pocket change for da hooch…they acknowledge you.
maybe i should’ve hung out with more hobos instead. then maybe i wouldn’t feel like such a schmuck at the mere thought of you.
of course, now would be the perfect time to stop caring. because if you can’t be troubled…then…why should i?
none of this matters in the slightest
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category : teh wurld, wrath
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kanye west is fucking awesome.
seriously. that.is.all. (oh, and barbara bush is still a cunt. and cheney can go fuck himself.)
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category : music, wrath
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seriously. all these bands/musician’s supposedly coming back, or reuniting or whatever. billy corgan being the worst offender and winner of the “Most Heinous Mindfuck Award” of the decade. also, jimmy chamberlain? hi…how you doin’? good, ok great, that’s good to hear. i’ll make this brief: fuck you. “[he] intends to reach out” to james iha. [insert screamy noises here] unless “reaching out” involves billy corgan’s head on a fucking pike or extensive ass-kissing/blowjobs he can either put out or shut up. why do i get the feeling he’s nothing more than a billy corgan puppet? yick.
then there’s teasery of the fugees possibly putting out another album. gettin’ back together and twerkin’ it out. omg, SQUEE!!! i mean, i loves me some pras, wyclef & lauryn hill, yo! f’real! damn near anything wyclef releases is just plain hott. and the miseducation of lauryn hill is by far one of the best damned albums out there. but it’s been nearly 10 damned years, people!!! i require more fugees, and i require them now!!!
you see, you know what the problem is? these bands & musicians release these statements about things their intending to do, or thinking about maybe planning on doing — key word there being maybe — and it gives the idea some tangible substance that the music starved public (me) clings onto with pitbull-like determination. also, it is important to clarify one key factor here: when i say bands and musicians i mean good bands and musicians. because the airwaves/radiowaves are flooded with pure, utter shit. and it’s horrific. so of course i’m going to get all excited over the prospect of decent music looming on the horizon — and who knows, it could even potentially be music to fuck to! (i’m kidding, kidding!) the bottom line is: don’t fucking say anything unless you have a concrete plan! don’t put out a press release or interview saying you’re thinking about reuniting your band or coming back into the studio to work on an album until you’re actually in the process of fucking doing it already!!! what the fuck is wrong with you people?! i mean, i think about doing a million different fucking things every day but that doesn’t mean i go out and announce it to the world to confuse/excite/infurate the public.
meh. it was like this when audioslave was tentatively forming. my wrath knew no bounds when sharon osborne almost killed the then-called “civillian project”. BOUNDLESS WRATH!!! and now i’m right back in that same situation for various reasons, all squirmy with…anticipation!
YAY!!!! IT BURNS!!!!
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