They are surprisingly good singers and with a little effort they could have made this a good video. Creepy and fucked up, but still good. I really liked the "Jesus is a Cunt" t-shirt.
So I'm watching Dirty Sexy Money right now. There was a reference to “The Italian Banker,” so I decided to look this up and to see what it entailed. In my not so successful searches I ended up on Wikipedia.
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2007 9 October :: 12.34pm
:: Mood: nostalgic
:: Music: Radiohead - Let Down
So they are doing construction on campus, which is a major pain in the arse because it's right along the path I walk every day. Anyway, I was on my way to the Science Bldg. and I passed a construction worker sitting in the shade, relaxing and enjoying his lunch. I was immediately brought back to the summer of '01 working at Arrow Door, sitting outside with Chris, Fras, and Co. I remember jumping in line with everyone at the food cart outside, and the day Stashia and Christa brought us lunch. I hated that job, but sitting outside in the shade, cooling off from the stagnating heat in and outside the building, all the while savoring every last moment of freedom before returning to the floor, that's a fond memory.
No, that’s not enough. More, more. It’s important that you help me reinforce the stereotype of the sex-obsessed gay man who fucks compulsively and indiscriminately, thereby living an empty and hollow existence in which he is unable to love.
Any orifice will do. Oh, you have genital warts? That’s okay, I do too. And AIDS and every other STD imaginable, which are, of course, punishment for my immoral lifestyle.
You, over there. Yeah, you. You’ll do.
Are you straight? Yes? Shit, that’s great. The fact that you’re having sex with me permits me to brand you as a homosexual, a ‘closet case’ as it were. And everybody knows that the scientifically observed fact of sexuality being fluid and permitting a plethora of activity outside the bounds of standard heterosexuality is bullshit, so come out of the closet already, you fucking faggot.
Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate your cock. As you ram it down my throat, it’s apparent to me that it’s not the act itself that turns me on, so much as the high I get from symbolically possessing aspects of a masculinity that I have denied in myself. For this we can surely blame my father, who never taught me to play baseball.
So now that you’re having sex with me and I’ve brought you down to my level, I can feel, if only for a moment, like being gay isn’t all that bad. As if it isn’t a behavior that I know deep in my soul to be unnatural and against the will of God.
That’s it, come in my mouth. Mmmm.
Okay, next! How about you? Oh, you’re gay? Whatever.
Hey, maybe we can devise some semblance of a mutual relationship, and pretend that we are in love? Perhaps this will provide a brief respite for the crushing knowledge that we are in fact uber-narcissistic man-children, forever slaves to a thumb-sucking mommy complex, and destined to die in loneliness and despair because we can never love anyone as much as we love ourselves?
Anyway, fuck me in the ass.
What—you’re putting on a condom? Jesus, you gotta be kidding me. Do you really think I respect my body and myself enough to want to protect myself from an STD that--heavens forefend--I don’t already possess?
Please. I would consider it an honor to receive your diseased meat and/or the toxic seed contained within. It would only hasten my departure from a world in which I attempt to normalize behaviors that are quite obviously unnatural, exhibiting a denial bordering on psychosis in which I do not see that men were given a penis and women a vagina for a reason, and that homosexual behavior violates the very fabric of human existence and the universe.
Harder, please. Also, keep calling me your cock-hungry fuck puppet. Your continued thrusting and hurling of insults only turns me on more. Oh, it may seem that we’re only role-playing, and the slaps you apply so generously to my face and ass are a fetishistic device used to enhance the sexual relations we are currently enjoying.
But we both know that your hatred is real, and what may seem like an innocent game is actually a serious expression of the hatred you feel for yourself, and my acceptance of this hatred hinges upon my sublimated desire to be punished for the sinful lifestyle that I have chosen, yes chosen, for myself.
Yeah, pump your load into my ass.
Isn’t it depressing to think of all that is wasted in the act we have just completed? Instead of taking part in the beautiful creation of life, we have instead resigned ourselves to a state of suspended adolescence in which we espouse the futile and vile notion that the gay lifestyle is somehow “normal” and “acceptable.”
Your precious seed of life has become little more than excrement, to be eventually shat out of my bowels and cast into the sewer, the sewer where our kind most assuredly belongs.
I really like to show Dirty Sexy Money. Last night Kari and I have an AMAZING time out on the town. So many fun things, makes the hangover worth it. And I enjoy having a kitty.
Guys! Calm down, there’s enough back door access for everyone.
Jason would be proud of my coupon skills today. I spent $95.98 and my total savings was $49.
I ended up having to drive to Green Bay yesterday. My mom didn’t want to drive back, so I had to do a one way rental car and pick her up. She didn’t like the route that I was coming back, so I had to turn around and go her way. Needless to say, we got lost. And then she blames it on me. Grr.
Haven’t made an entry in a while so this might be a bit scattered.
Had my birthday thingie at grandparent’s place on Wednesday. Had some really good food and got some presents. Got a new monitor, card reader, MB club membership, and a Better Than Ezra CD.
Thoughts on the MTV music awards: The sound quality was shit, it kept cutting out. Britney has become an awful performer. She was in a sequined bikini and her gut was hanging out. She was dancing like she was drunk, the backup dancers were better. Sara Silverman is an awful comedian. There’s going to be a new Indiana Jones movie?
Went to Hay Days with the family. Lots of interesting people. Some neat snowmobiles too.
Had dad’s 50th birthday at Action City. Had a lot of fun with the whole family out on the go cart track. I’m surprised at how low the turnout was. More people showed up from my mom’s side of the family than my dad’s.
Linda is still in the hospital. They had to put her in a halo last week; I’ll be going down to visit next weekend.
Yes I am here, not often and I only skim mostly, but that does not mean I dont still love you, it means I dont have a computer and that I am not taking class, just working full time.
Things are going well for me for the first time in so long. I am having a great birthday. I worked an ovwr night last night and I work another tonight, but I came ovwer to michelle's and we had a cook out this afternoon and we played darts and listened to music and she got me flowers and made me a cake. I am glad to have friends around again.
Romance is still not a highlight of my life, but maybe if i met JOHN CUSACK things woulod change. I WANT TO GO, if I can.
You scored as Modernist, Modernism represents the thought that science and reason are all we need to carry on. Religion is unnecessary and any sort of spirituality halts progress. You believe everything has a rational explanation. 50% of Americans share your world-view.
Guy #1: It may take a few tries, but it works -- you can flush them down the toilet.
Guy #2: I didn't think you could flush something, y'know -- solid. Don't they jam up the toilet?
Guy #1: Nope. I guess they're not big enough, or maybe I've been lucky, but I've never had a problem.
Guy #2: If you're going to kill them anyway, I don't see why you have those live traps.
Guy #1: Sherry won't let me get regular traps, so I don't tell her I'm flushing the mice, and everything's cool. I just tell her I'm setting them loose outside.
I passed boards. This is amazing to me. Sometimes I sit back and it just hits me that I really am a nurse. Everything I have worked so hard for the last four years have been achieved. I'm at where I dreamed of being for so long. It's such a surreal feeling. What is next after this? Marriage, family? Not for me. I'm just going to live life now and try to save some money, take some trips, and enjoy life with the people I love.
Everyday at work I am amazed that people actually think I know what I am talking about. Sure, I have some experience but I talk to my patients and their families, and when I say things, they don't question it. The respect that people have for nurses surprises me. We talked about it in school but to experince it is another thing.
I really don't like my job. Today I am going in for day 7, which I want to scratch my eyes out because of this. The hospital is ok, the patients are fine, its the people I work with. They are just rude people. There are a lot of asian and indian people, and I know that there are different cultures, but it's not an environment that is nice. People don't work together, everyone complains all the time, and people say rude things. After I get off of orientation and start doing things on my own, I am going to look for a new job. There is no way I can stay at this job for a year. I'll be a meaner person I think. And definately really cynical.
Chicago is really fun! I just wish that I knew more people here to do things with. Kari and I basically have an opposite schedule, and I think we'll work opposite weekends. It gets lonely at times, but once I am on 12 hours shifts, I'm getting a pet. I can't decide between a cat or a dog, but I'll get something. Plus I'm thinking about getting another job so I can meet people my own age and make some friends down here. That's another thing about my job. Everyone is older, married, and has kids. Or they are single asian women who are just mean. No one I really want to hang out with after work. Even the nurses aids are all older with families. That's just not the scene I'm into, obviously. I'm into the going out and getting drunk scene.
A year ago I couldn't have imagined that my life would be this way now. I never would have thought that things would ever be going this well with Jason. I didn't think I would be in the position with him ever again. Yet here we are, together, having a great time together. While I'm really sad that I am away from him, I do not for one second regret moving here. I made this decision when we weren't dating, and I know this is what I wanted. I just don't think I would have been this happy with my life if I would have stayed in Grand Rapids. The question for me is what I want to do with my life after I'm done living in Chicago, whenever that is. I try not to think about it, as I am really enjoying living in the moment. The only adult thing I have to worry about is starting to pay back my loans next month and saving my money. That is really the only thing that makes me feel like an adult right now. Otherwise I'm in this limbo between college and adulthood, which I sort of like.
Off to work now, dreading every moment of it. I'm with a really neurotic nurse today, I hope that her stress doesn't rub off on me.
