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	kreyz (profile) wrote, on 1-13-2005 at 7:29pm
Current mood: Juggalistic Music: Banana Phone
Well, its about time that I got this damned Journal started... So where should I begin... I guess I could start by thanking the person who got it for me; my surrogate sista, Jenny. Thank you, Squish, and a big hugglez to you, lil one! HUGGLEZ Ok, enough of the psycho rantings, on to the realiztic shit! FIRST OFF!!!!!! My best friend in the whole wide world, Thomas, started a fake company for Gamefaqs.com 's Random Insanity board, called Stroker Co. STROKER CO. © all rights reserved. Enough Copyright infringements, now... But anyways, I am assistant Head of Human resources and torture... My homie Deathstalka is the Big Head of said job... We basically do the same thing, but he has seniority, since he got the job 2 1/2 hours before I did... I don't know how hes been holding his job, but I have tortured 10 people so far and I started today at 420 PM... ironic, I know, but hey, I dont care what you think! Jenny plans on going to my house on saturday, and my girlfriend, Mary, is probably pissed about it, but I could give a flying fucka! I look at it this way; I love Mary with all my heart and all my soul, and all my money... No wait scratch that, just my heart and my soul... I don't have any money of my own, cuz I spend it on friday... But the thing is that I pretty much nearly broke her trust last year, July, for hanging around this other bitch for some odd reason... I drank a bottle of Stupid Ass mixed with Pimp Juice, and look where it got me... But right now, Mary has and STILL IS regaining trust in me, but I'm being rather impatient... SO, I guess my way to get her to regain trust is probably pissing her off, but i've been pissed off at the mere fact that she doesn't want me hanging out with my female homiez, but she can hang out with all the dudes she wants? FUCK THAT, I and a few others in the peanut gallery say... Peanut Gallery consists of myself, Trevor, Jenny, and Thomas... and maybe Jeremy, a hardcore juggalo who lives in the middle of Butt Fuck Grand Rapids Yes, the Cat is out of the bag, for I am a juggalo, and so are all of my friends... Except maybe Thomas... He, I think, is starting to become one, which is weird, cuz he used to listen to ICP a lot before I met him, and somewhat while I tried to sabatoge his car... I mean, hang out with him... Enough of the bullshit! NOW TO THE BUTTSECKS! (baaa-baaaa) whoops... Forgot to turn the light on... Yeah, I weird, I know, but Thats how I am... Just deal with it, and don't ask any questions. For I know how to spell everything correctly, except for supercalifragilisticexpialidocious... TREVOR HELP ME! Antidisestablishmentarianism... Now I'm hungry... So I'm leaving... after this quick message. Never take flying Lessons from John Denver... Ever. STORY TIME BITCH! Oh Kay, when I was 3, my mom left my dad cuz my dad fucked my moms sister. STOP LAUGHING! Anyways, we went on a moving bindge for a while, moving from Oscar the Grouch's crib to my grama and grampas, to my aunt Sues who lived in Hasslet at the time, to my mom's friends house who lived a block away from my moms sister, who fucked my dad (another story inbetween here, i'll elaborate in the future), to some fucking flea bitten Roach Motel Two story in the ghetto. Dakin Street was the street, and it was Southwest Ghetto Cheeze in my view... but it was a place to live... There were tons of black people in this neighborhood, and I at this age never knew of racism, ever. Didn't know it existed. I just saw people then, as I wish the world would look at everything now, but no avail, so I must kill everyone who is white and has less than 32 teeth... But I tell you, the neighborhood was bad, the water was bad, the food was bad, and I accidentally superglued my hand to my stomach... Well, one day, I was playing with some toys in the living room, Playing House with this Roach named Martinez, when I smelled smoke and heard FIRE! Oh God, did I love fire... and apparently, so did the neighbors across the street, cuz their whole HOUSE WAS ON FIRE... Then was the time i knew that I didn't wanna live in that neighborhood, cuz when you can feel heat from the fire across the street, its time to move on... by this time I was 4, and I wanted out, so a few weeks later, I tried to set my carpet on fire... I knew what them neighbors were going through, but I didn't wake up my mom to give her any reason... Just grabbed her lighter and took a fork, pulled up some carpet and foof, FIRE! But the smell woke up my mom, and she started to stomp them bitches out, and kicked my ass, screaming, "WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT, KEVIN?!" "B'CUZ I HATE THIS PLACE AND I DONT WANNA LIVE HERE ANYMORE" And she took that lighter, and she took the Flame Tip and burnt all the tips of my fingers, to show me what it would feel like just a little bit if i succeeded in my mission. She explained that that pain would be all over me and much worse if i did set the house on fire... I'm glad I didnt, but we did move in the next few months, cuz our landlord was a whore. The End... Bitch. Ok, i'll talk to you later, ninjas, bitches, and juggalos alike BOO-YA!
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