The fallacy of man

…even in a cereal bowl.

Warning: For intelligent audiences only. Yes i know this is rather futile but… sigh…

For those people feel they are often discriminated against, here’s something that may offer you some comfort. Even honey stars discriminate against mutant stars, even though they are all the same color. Look at how all the normal stars are stumbling over each other just to run away from the poor ugly gigantic deformed mutant star.

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Face it, if you’re weird and fugly, even your own kind discriminates against you.

My friend fuzzy suggested that i answer these questions since i have nothing to do…..

What are the things you enjoy, even when no one around you wants to go out and play?

I enjoy reading tech articles, books, pwning losers (favorite pastime), playing computer games, and writing crap here. I also plan and scheme (evil things) all the time. In short i like to do anything which i can do from my chair. Of course all this is a lie i made up because i don’t want anyone to know what i really like else they’ll try to take it away from me.

What lowers your stress/blood pressure/anxiety level? Make a list, post it in your journal.

1st and foremost, this is not my journal. This is nothing. This does not exist.

• Nothing. I am always on the edge.
• Pwning losers.
• Pwning losers.
• Pwning losers.
• Chatting with my imaginary friends.
• Scheming.
• Being alone. No pesky humans around.
• All this is a lie.

Tag 5 friends and ask them to post it in theirs.

Hm… this part is really ghey… 1st i have to find 5 friends…. lets see….

1. Sabrina
2. Dead_Man
3. Empire23
4. …..
5. ……..

I guess i’ll have to update the list as i pick up new friends XD

with the flu. I refuse to take pills, relying instead on my constant research into more natural cures such as mentos. Damn these limited edition strawberry mentos are so good. Initial testing shows that they do reduce my sore throat. By the end of this week, i’ll have developed yet another cheap, safe, and natural cure for one of the world’s most common and deadly diseases.

I’m sure all of you will wish me a painless and speedy recovery after all the wonderful things i’ve said to you.

Oh, and since i’m feeling feverish and delirious, here’s a little rant i have about new yorkers: new yorkers seem to have honks shoved up their assholes and clench whenever they see a green light. This is of course directed at all new yorkers, regardless of whether they migrated from texas or not. You’re all anal retentive.

Peace to all, especially new yorkers

And if you’re reading this, yes, i love you very very much. It’s just that i can’t show it right because i’m fucked up.

Sometimes we don’t do things, yet others know we want to do things so we don’t do them.

-Lucius Hunt, The Village (2004)

I remember a time when i was much younger, when i was not yet tainted by constant exposure to morons. Back then i never hesitated to risk everything for something i really wanted. It came naturally to me, if you want something that much, you must be willing to give something of equal value in return. Nothing in life is free, and all that stuff.

Nowadays i find myself contemplating whether crossing the road to get to the ice-cream on the other side is worth the danger of falling down and scratching myself or worse still, getting run over. What the hell is going on? I love ice cream. Back in the good old days, i would have sold all my friends into slavery for an ice cream. No, really i would. You all should feel honored that i even mentioned you in the same sentence as ice cream. Shows how much you all mean to me.

Somewhere along the line, presumably from being exposed to the relentless idiocy that is the defining feature of the human race, something in me broke. Now i wander aimlessly looking for something to bring back a bit of the good old times….

Once again was so close to the impossible. It reached out and touched me for a fleeting moment and then disappeared once again. Unfortunately i am inevitably attracted to the impossible. Yet i am afraid to look it in the eye. It’s like that lovely girl you’ve been flirting with for a long time yet you never get around to asking her out her because the chances of anything (good) happening are so close to none. Perhaps it is better to just live in the illusion of possible success than to risk the impossible only to find inevitable failure. Ah… what could have been is better than what is. At least that’s how i try to see things these days. Because no matter how hard i try, i’ve discovered that the impossible is just that: inevitably impossible.

Why is it that people seem to have trouble accepting the fact that I am ready to face the consequences of my actions? Why is it that when the punishment is dealt out and i readily accept it, the punishers hate me for it? Is it so hard to accept someone who accepts fate? Isn’t punishment supposed to make a person realize that he has made a mistake? Then why hate a person who can accept the fact that he has made a mistake and is willing to pay the price?

Seems to me that you are all sadistic bastards. It’s ok, i’ll bring on the pain next time, let’s see how you like it.