christmas

who ever thought of telling kids that theres a big fat guy that slides down the chimney every year and brings presents to good boys and girls. thats fucked up. i would be scared shitless if i thought a fat goy was gonna come into my house while i was asleep. how is this supposed to be exciting at all for kids. how is this supposed to bring joy? i dont really know why i thought of this all of a sudden.

i was talking with my step father earlier today; we were at the grocery store getting fat free ice cream (funny story behind that) when he just stopped and told me about a time when he ran into an old friend of his. he said that his friend asked him to come out for a drink the coming weekend (keep in mind, this was years ago) so they could catch up. the weekend came, and my step dad found himself in a strip bar in montreal. over a couple of drinks, they both sort of forgot that they were in a bar full of nearly naked women in their twenties. so our of the clear blue, one of them comes up and asks "Are you guys fucking gay?" and they're both like "Um... No, why?" she she goes " because neither of you guys have looked at my ass all night." i thought it was a funny story, and it just came out of the clear blue.

my last post about abortion got cut short because i didnt want to sound like an ass. i know that it's a controversial topic, and part of my personality is that i like provocativity. i enjoy both being provocative (sexually, or in any other ways) and being around provocative people. most of my friends have a rather sick sense of humor which i share and probably take to a more heightened level of fucked up. the only thing that i won't crack jokes at is peoples ethnicity. i constantly make gay jokes, or religion jokes; even terminal illness jokes, but ive learned that racism just isn't tollerated, weather or not you are. the other day, my fag hag was telling me how her neighbor lost a leg to cancer; but her neighbors name is eilene. i thought it was vagenius.

so as i'm typing, i'm laying on my bed which i just remembered is broken. it came to my realization because i heard it crack which means that im going to have to lift the mattress off, and put the support beam back in the middle. beds are supposed to be sturdy things, are they not? well i broke the bed durring sex. what the fuck is that? how do you break your bed from having sex? i dont know, but i was pissed, and still am the more that i think about it. i could really write forever tonight, i just dont feel like stopping, so the last thing im going to bitch about is something i was informed of today. apparently some old people can;y swallow anything correctly, so they have to get their food blendered, and their water thickened. why the hell do we go to the extent that we go to, just to keep the elderly folk alive. they're just gonna die in a couple of years anyway. it makes no sense to me. i know that if i had to get my beverages fed to me on a spoon, and my steak blended up with my mashed potatos, i would be eating a bullet first. what has this world come to where we keep people alive untill they're 140 just so all of their family members can feel like they might live longer; and for what? back when humans lived in caves, people would just naturally die off. there wasnt anything wrong with that either. it's what was meant to happen. keeping people alive for so long isn't natural and therefor it's wrong. that's all.