It died out the fucking blue. This was last week so I bought another used one off ebay for 16.00 that came Friday. I put it on there and my bike started right up. I know how to diagnose shit, so I go out Saturday morning and my bike won’t crank and it turned out this new (used) solenoid died to.
What the fucking fuck man. It was kind of my fault I should of bought a new one, it was like 6 dollars extra, but I’m kind of cheap so used it was, and I paid for it.
And through all this I’m about to buy another used one off ebay because it’s cheaper than a new one even though I wasted money buying a used one the first time.
That’s my logic and what are the odds that two used starter solenoid’s go out that I bought off ebay. The Universe can’t kick me in the nuts twice in a row, that’s not how the universe works.
You saw Chris Brown win that Grammy. People were PISSED.
You saw that Rihanna and Chris Brown are gonna make a new song and video together. PEOPLE ARE GONNA BE PISSED.
I don’t give a shit either way.
How I view the situation.
“A millionaire was driving with a millionaire, in a millionaire’s car, during something that mainly millionaires participate in, something happened, a millionaire hit the other millionaire, putting the other millionaire in the hospital. The millionaire didn’t get away with it and did enough restitution that only a millionaire could do. Things cool. The millionaire’s continue being millionaire’s adding more to their millions. The millionaires become friends again. Poor’s fight about it, but mainly on the internet. The End”
I’ve been living under the poverty line most of my life and for like 30 grand I’ll beat the shit out of Chris Brown and Rihanna, separately or together. I don’t give a fuck and I’ll disappear like right after that, I don’t need a grammy.
I’ll even do the 6 months you gotta do off top for hitting a lady. Jail always looked like a place to catch up on your reading, and I wouldn’t mind catching up with some of the people I know on the inside and I got plenty books. This sounds like a plan.
You ever have somebody try and build a “room of lies” in your “house of Lies” but they don’t know your “house of lies” is a house made of lies.
I mean you’re walking around in your “house of lies” and shit is all sweet like cotton fucking candy, and you’re not dumb, you’re not gonna live in this house forever, you just need like maybe three hours tops for this to work, and when it’s over the house isnt gonna collapse or explode or blowup up or harm anybody. It just will cease to exist.
But as you sip your stem tea in this “house of lies” you start hearing drilling and the smell of sawdust, and see someone is building a new fucking room in your house, without your permission.
How can you make this house cease to exist exactly when you want it to, when there’s a new room being added filled with another persons shit.
The new room maker doesn’t know this house is made of lies, so how do you move them out without revealing this.
You remodel the house to where there is no room and there will never be any room for this person, and in a week this person isn’t even gonna remember this house was there and the world keeps on turning.
My head’s been in a state of lightness and tightness since Tuesday December 13th, the last day of class and it feels soooooooo gooooooood.
I’ve been losing track of a lot of time since the 13th but I planned that.
My birthday was the Thursday on the 22nd and I turned 24. That number feels heavier than all the other numbers that have came before it for some reason, but fuck it though I’m not dead, so WIN.
It is Christmas Eve, like I know and I’m really aware of it but I don’t really want to put any effort into doing any Christmas eve-y stuff. I might just read Robopocalypse the whole day. That book is the shit. It’s fiction but a Robotics engineer wrote it so that makes it true in theory.
My grades came back, and I did “meh” but they aren’t printscreen worthy, so that’s the end of that.
I plan on ending this “Two Weeks of Enlightenment” on Tuesday, I think, but until then, let the feeling of everything feeling soft all the time continue.
I went to Spin Street looking for the new Fader issue last night and when I got up to the counter I asked/whispered to the cashier did they have it and she tried to get me to subscribe to Canibus Times and Rolling Stone.
After I told her that I don’t want to do that I just want the new issue of Fader, she told me that she never heard of Fader, which felt like a kick in the balls, right in them, because she works in a music store, so how can one not be aware of certain music magazines.
I mean Fader is pretty well known. For instance, Future is on a front of one cover this week, and Cass Mcombs is on the other which is still the same magazine, it just has two front covers instead of a back and a front, but I digress.
I do not go in Kroger ask for caramel popcorn, get told I can buy butter, but when I say I only want caramel they tell me it dose not exist. That’s not right.
I was wondering could she tell I was a little bit maxed out so that’s why she pointed to those specific magazines, and by me kinda taking offense to what I knew to be true, she *withdrew.
*LOL I haven’t use the word withdrew in so long that I notice it when I do use it
Choice 1 I really like a lot and it would be boss as shit because I’m sure I’ll have a little bit left over for Choice 2.
If Choice 1 is passed over and Choice 2 is my only option that’ll still be a win, because why not. I still get to indulge in a little bit of Choice 1 while I’m at it.
Either choice would give me enough momentum or creative juice over the Christmas break so I can hop back into something that I haven’t touched in 5 years.
I have two more days of classes and then exams. I haven’t smoke any weed since last Wednesday. I don’t think that would matter because my nose is stopped up because I have another fucking cold, so smoking would just be a waste. My immune system is weak as shit for some reason. I hope I’m not dying.
Most of everyone I know is retarded. I kinda knew that and have always known that but recently I started using Facebook again, and liking and commenting on stuff and what not, and I see everyone just being retarded. There are mainly two reasons I started back using it. One is I really like this and it’ll be really boss to look at once it gets rolled out. Second is I like cyberstalking this broad from one of my classes that finally added me, and I know for a fact that she sees the things I like and comment on, just I like see her’s, but that’s another post for another time, but I digress.
Usually when I’m high it’s like I have two cats ductaped to the sides of my face, and to make sure I get the full effect of having two ductaped cats to the sides of my face I always tell people who are talking to me that “I’m high right now” so they can prepare for my smugness to their problems. When I talk to them it feels like I’m looking back at them plus those two cats that are ductaped to the side of my face are also staring along with me. When I’m not high and I hear or see people’s problems it takes everything in my power not to shit on them or to exploit them.
If it’s a problem like “my car broke down because I forgot to change the oil” that seems reasonable to me. I understand that. When it’s a whiny relationship problem with extremely fucked up grammar it’s like the cynicism creeps in. 97% of my facebook friends I know in real life and I kinda know how they got to the problem their in. I know it can’t be that obvious to me but completely lost on them.
I feel like we’re to young for that type of shit. I’m not saying we’re supposed to be out scaling the Grand Canyon but the world is pretty big. Sometimes I get mad that I can’t squeeze in as much as I want to in the time that I am awake.
And it’s really odd seeing people my age and younger clinging to religion and God all the time especially when I know most of these people are pretty terrible by just normal human standards.
Most of the people I know have just now discovered twitter but why I would want to follow anybody from facebook on twitter and continue the circle jerk of whining and bad grammar. That doesn’t make sense.
What if, instead of spending a million dollars on ad’s on Fox News networks, Rick Perry took that 1 million dollars and actually, spread it around to people who wont be able to afford Thanksgiving dinner, you know, instead of trying to prove he’s not retarded to other retarded people.
It’s a long shot but, if he actually wants to get into that heaven he likes and believes in, this could maybe curve heaven’s, Jesus, god, and the holy ghost opinion of him after he oversaw the execution of 234 people on death row.
This might work or it might not or it might work.
It won’t win him the Presidency or any other position in the government after the election is over in November 2012, but it definitely might or might not or might will get him up there in the clouds, which is the main goal. I think.
Since forever ago, every now and then I’ll walk in a room and it’s just one wasp bouncing on the ceiling or the wall or whatever. It never really makes sense since the room will be sealed fucking tight, and there’s always one. I make sure to kill it though because I can’t have that shit stinging me out the blue.
I was thinking that if if there is a heaven, hell, and purgatory that maybe my purgatory is coming back as the wasp I keep murdering over and over again.
When I die I’m gonna wake up as a wasp flying over plants and flowers and the 1 year old me is gonna come out of nowhere and stomp me the fuck out and I’ll be reborn as another wasp until I get murdered by another version of me, and to really piss the wasp version of me off it will be at random ages and not in correct order of how I’m aging now.
I’m never gonna stop killing wasps every chance I get though.
