the day has finally come

its so much goddamnwork getting this computer to do anything. but for my trouble, i have a picture. i am going to bed.

this class will be taught using the "lecture-discussion"method

ahhhhhh the dreaded sunday. i fucking hate sundays. they are mildly bearble during football season, with the evening game and all the sportscenter repeats, but not today, not tonight, not for me. so i decided to spend a few hours with anchor steam and the internet, here are some good things i have found:

The Beast 50 Most Loathsome People in America, 2005
- some really interesting stuff here. not sure what The Beast, not sure that I care, but I did find this gem when they spoke of Hillary Clinton - ...while "new Democrats" like Clinton are willing to hump every fence they come across. Don't worry, they get everyone, which is the only way it should be.
http://www.buffalobeast.com/91/50.htm

Project Censored Top 25 Censored Stories of 2006
- one of the only things i can take away from a community college class with "traina" was the knowledge of this organization. he used their book for the class, and suprisingly, i actually purchased it, and held onto it, for a while at least. in my internet time today i found that they had put out their new list. i didn't get through much of it, but i am on my way
http://www.projectcensored.org/censored_2006/

Bombs and Shields
- this is an exciting blog with pretty uptodate information on arrests/indictments/happenings on the governments NEWEST war, the war on domestic terror. personally, i react the same everytime i hear someone called a "terrorist", some event called "terror", or someone referred to as "preggers". at least when people do say preggers, they are right. best thing about this blog, the picture of the paid informant the fbi has been using in multiple cases. she got something like $75000 and expenses over two years and is 20-something years old. she's been all over the country shitting on people. first thing tomorrow i'm going to buy a wire.
http://bombsandshields.blogspot.com/

thats all i got for you kids tonight, but i'll keep working on it. im looking for a new ghost-writer, if you know anyone, let me know.

ive never fired anyone before

but i fired that james guy. he just wasn't really working out. besides, why would i want to have oprah (and eventually dr.phil) against me! ? more details soon.

millions of tiny socialists

i woke up today. i went to work. i did lots of coke. snorted it. all of it. all up. i punched a lady. i punched a cop. i went to jail. i dug myself out with a spoon. i fucked a homless man with my spoon. i killed him. i ate him. i thre him up and burned him. i did more coke. then some speed. then some dope. then i went to school. i hung out with socialists. they all wanted to fuck me. i had to kill them. it was time for dinner. i ate a steak. i watched tv. i went and bought gas. i went to rehab. then back to jail. then rehab again. then i went home.

***this post writen for booth by james frey. he is booth's official ghostwriter. he came cheap.

good things come to those who wait in a cave

so i am sitting at home eating dinner, watching television, and this piece of artistic majesty and marketing genius comes on. it shows some "terrorists" (or as the close captioning said - ARABS) driving around, then stopping, then unloading missle launchers. the great graphics on the screen say something about objectives and watching enemies movements and killing former professional football players who are in your platoon (i might have made that one up) and then, the money shot. "your group has supplies for 5 days." "it is day 12" yup. the U.S. Army is officially announcing that they dont have enough money to give troops important things, like WATER. sign me up, i drink soda anyways.

a joy in all i can see

i finally made it so i can blog for home. i am happy. now if i could only figure out a way to get my pictures up! a real blog will come soon

not as cold as it could be

quick update from chicago: its cold, but not that cold. i saw wrigley field. i saw fratty guys scream at eachother outside a bar. i drank 11% alcohol beer. i saw a $10,000 bottle of chivas. i had a chicago pizza. i had a chicago hotdog. i rode the el. i wrode the bus. i saw some huge crabs. i have drank. a lot. but not as much as i could have. pictures to come, take care!

waterparks and aftershocks

i headed off into the distant land of floods. i'll be computerless for a bit, but i will make up for it by a well documented move and trip to chicago. fare thee well, lancaster, i hardly knew thee...

Some of your friends are probably already this fucked.

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Eigth Level of Hell - the Malebolge!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	Very High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	Low
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Extreme
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Very High
Level 7 (Violent)	High
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Extreme
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Very High

Take the Dante's Divine Comedy Inferno Test

those days are gone

begining in 5 or so days i will go from having three addresses to only one. something about living in lancaster made it seem like it made total sense to move from a house and not change your address. it seemed to float in the air, somewhere between the leftover smog that made the quick journey up the 14 and the oppressive heat. im going to be spending the next 5 or so months learning how to say hella and seeing how corrupt our state politcal system is up close, and hopefully figuring out some sort of truth that will improve my golf game. it will be a nice little break from some things, a painful seperation from others, and hopefully a joyous return, like the prodigal son, but backwards. if i dont see you between now and then, take care, and if i do, you should buy me a drink. keep your fingers crossed and your fist raised high. this year could finally be our year! (or something ridiculously ridiculous like that)

do you want to come over and kill some time?

i have nothing but dirty socks everywhere i look. my teeth want to jump out of my head. my car has decided that overheating in december is the thing to do. most of my thoughts have been revolving on how the indian curse is going to end up keeping me in lancaster. i have at least three official address as i sit here, maybe four, im not a hundered percent sure. i would give anything except for money for this pain in my mouth to go away. maybe there will be an earthquake today. maybe the sky will collapse.

july is gone, like the gasoline it took...

the best way to set up this place, and this blog, and everything that should come out of my head/mouth/chest/foot from this day on is that my head is completely fucked up and i am overly opinionated. my fantasies all involve sinking, failing, drowning, and i am looking for any chance to grab those things by the hair and fucking succed, like the gameshow contestant with the grandfather clock or jesus on the hill with all that fucking bread and fish. im looking for a lot of people who have no problem with me and wish that i never moved away or die. im looking for people to tell me i am full of shit and put me into my place, until their own hypocracy finds them in a run down motel room in DC with a crack pipe in their mouth and a crack whore in their croch. that is what i need, or at least seems to be what i need right now, as i type away and hope that no one is offended except for the guy i know with the anti-authoritative tattoo that is happier than a hippy in shit that he is now "management" and can write people up. i knew you were fucking fake when we talked about the song and the threehundreddollar jacket and everything about you that made me feel like you would sell me out in half a second, but you never got to, cuz you got to luke, and his friends, and now you fucking talk and talk and talk and all i here from your worthless mouth is that you sold one of us out. i move on, i am a better person, here's to a new chunk taken out of the rock, courtesy of myself.