Hello everyone,

I’d like to notify you of two things: 1. God hates you and 2. that I am not the owner of this site. Instead I am a writer, an extremely bitter person just full of potent hatred towards my fellow man. I will be your guide to the exciting and adventurous world of self loathing and then projecting that self loathing onto others. I will discuss the finer details of how to lie to people in order to get them into not talking to you while you’re beating the meat to various fetish themed pornography.

The first subject I’d like to discuss with you, the reader. Is the resentment towards “word processors”. Fuck word processors, even the words “word processors” pisses me off. I mean what the fuck? You process words? Like you’re putting letters on a fucking assembly line to process them into alphabetically redundant bins? No that’s not what it does. Instead it manages to make three paragraphs a megabyte in text because you wanted to bold a few fucking letters. Do you know how real men bold shit? With fucking HTML tags god damnit. We don’t waste bandwidth, money, time and resources by using a proprietary document format so we can make our text pink like a fucking pussy.

Do you know what I’m writing in right fucking now? Notepad and I’d be writing in vim if I was in Linux, but right now I’m adding a custom skin to Tomb Raiding where she’s nude. Do you know how big this file is? 1.67 KB. Do you know how big this is in Microsoft Word 2007? 10.7 KB. Bullshit! I don’t even have any special formatting in it either. I do everything in notepad and you should too otherwise you’re a fucking pansy

Friday Morning around 8:10, coming into some traffic, I slowed down drastically to a stop. But I was like 2 some feet away from the car ahead of me. But some guy behind me, he didn’t know how to compensate so well and rammed into me. Rammed into me so hard he pushed me under the SUV in front of me. My car was essentially a metal sandwich, my door could barely even open, my car couldn’t start to move it to the shoulder once the CHP had gotten there and told me to move it. My trunk was so f-d up the tow truck couldn’t push me from behind, cause I would have damaged his grill.

The car in front of me had scratches on her bumper, but the guy behind me, his front was f-d. Towed my car to the tow yard, told the insurance what was up with it, and my pops came and got me. Spent the rest of the day with the doctors just to make sure I wasn’t f-d.

My cousin called me up and said, “dood you have to write a post on your new blog, this is the kind of story that would seem fitting for such an event.”

So here I am,
Why did that guy have to ram into me and cause all this stress?
“Because God hates you (me) dot com”

But theres a bright side, it was getting close to time to retire my car, so at least now I have the xcuse to get the new one, and I’m lucky enough to have a supportive enough family to the point where I won’t have to be dealing with a lot of this. Hopefully not. So That would go on because god loves you dot com. I might also add I walked away fromt eh accident with a big big bruise on my leg, a soar neck and a soar back. Thats another good thing.

All in all, kinda angry, kinda anxious, I def don’t want to go to work on monday and have to deal with telling the story a hundred more times, and the doc said I have to keep my leg raised at work for the swelling to go down.

I’m all for putting my feet up on the desk when I’m at home, hell, I’m doing it right now, can’t imagine a day without it. But to be in a suit, on my desk, which is right smack dead next to someone else with my feet ont he table, I dunno. Maybe I’ll take the day off, funny enough I have a big meeting on Tuesday. I’ll have to see how that plays out.

Till next time!