March 20, 2006
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24 years old!
March 17, 2006
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HERES AN XRAY OF MY FUCKING HIP, THIS IS MY HIP, THIS IS WHAT I HAVE INSIDE
OF ME. LOOK AT THOSE SCREWS AROUND A PLATE. MY HIP WAS IN SEVEN PIECES!
This article is about the handicapped.
Prefacing, I have nothing against the handicapped. If anything I see them as equal, and that's one reason I'll come off as inconsiderate. Again, I do respect them, and to the point where I expect more of them than you do. I don't cut them any slack because they don't deserve any!
I'm at Worcester STATE College where I see that many in wheelchairs and the like are provided with elevators and ramps so they may be given an equal opportunity—great, good for them—but I don't like how these people expect so much from others. I have a class with one handicapped girl—I'll get to her. And I see many of these people wheeling around in this equal opportunity campus each day. I take a special notice of these people after all I've been through.
I see a lot of people pitying the handicapped—nothing wrong with that—but I also see them sucking it up and exploiting all they can get away with. Starting off with the wheelchair girl from class, she fucking sucks at writing. She can't spell; she won't correct herself; she knows nothing of format; and her essays are a waste of our time. Guess what, everyone just pats her on the head, like you just try your hardest. Good job! Maybe I'm a bad person, but I'm just itching to tell her how awful she is at writing.
Me, I've felt some of that pity from others and have become enraged at the thought of receiving some sort of special-needs care-package. I could mope around and soak up your caring shit, but I feel that I'm better—and it's just what I see in these handicapped people. You can imagine how much hatred exists in them, for what they can't do, and I've seen some of that killmekillmekillme expression in this one kid who wheels around all day. I see it in his eyes. He's evil.
This is something I hadn't seen before, trust me. I'm positive that you don't notice the handicapped like I do. And let me tell you, they're an interesting variety. I saw this one girl earlier today who let her flaccid neck take a nap as she let her head flop back, looking out the bottom of her eye sockets like a lazy phallus. She said, "I'm so defeated, I can't even hold my head up!"
But enough about them; let's talk about how people treat them; I see a girl in class eating up the pity. So, she fucking sucks at writing—just horrible—and no one wants to offer any correction because they don't want to be seen as going hard on the needy person. Lemme tell ya, I wasn't too far away from the wheelchair fate.
You think I'm being hard on the handicapped. You think I'm being inconsiderate. But don't you think they should be motivated to try harder with their other shit and work on some "overcompensation?" Don't you think they should be motivated to accomplish a lot with all their effort? I see this one kid in a wheelchair at the gym—huge arms and shoulders—and I think that anyone who's been seated one step below others should automatically do the similar. Living in a wheelchair is no excuse for taking it easy in life.
March 10, 2006
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The
Art of Biography
I had a wonderful time painting the textual masterpieces of two beautiful beauties, Shawna, a girl I've recently befriended, and Bethany, a girl I invited to an ECM Christmas Party. Nonetheless I used this school assignment as a means to rub elbows with a couple beautiful girls. Beautiful and sexy.
Beautiful Bethany and Sexy Shawna
I feel partly odd for revealing so much, but I won't disseminate their personal information. I don't know if this is right. I don't think I'm really doing anything wrong. If anything they're able to tell their friends about the "cute guy with a website" who wrote something nice about them. And please keep in mind, anyone reading this gold is interested in my talent and will probably never be so fortunate as to gaze upon one of these classy dames.
I'll take 'em down if either of these hoez start a yappin' their traps.
I present to ye the text, Bethany—short and cute. Shawna—creative and lengthy.
March 8, 2006
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March
4, 2006
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Because I'm itching to get back on the road, I've written a creative nonfiction piece about the sexy Scion tC. It's a legit story, six pages, so if you're just looking for some quick laughs check out the thread : Shall I Pilot a Scion tC? where I've posted much comedy with little blurbs and pictures on my bulletin board instead.
It's lame. It's not much. It's nothing moving. It's fun as buying a car yourself. It's exciting as sitting in the salesman's cubicle. But it was only practice with dialogue and credited for school.
Welcome to March. My birthday is on the 20th where I will become a man
24 years in age.
