http://www.thesmokinggun.com/archive/0817052slipknot1.html Slipknot is suing Burger King because they believe that their image has been stolen from the band "Coq Roq" who appear in the new commercials for Chicken Fries. Who the shit sues over "image stealing"? First of all, if they actually think they can get away with this lawsuit, then Gwar, Mushroomhead and any number of other bands who used masks should be able to sue Slipknot for stealing their idea. And Fred Durst should sue everyone who wears a red baseball cap. And Brittany Spears should sue anyone with fake tits. Seriously, Slipknot has to shut the hell up and get back to playing their shitty music, and we can get back to ignoring them. Another thing, is why is the band so upset over an image? Isn't it supposed to be about the music?

Since everyone is making a list of hates, I'll do one to because I have to CONFORM!!!! And I didn't have any ideas for a recent blog so... fuck you. 1. People who talk REALLY LOUD on cell phones. Look, asshole, it's the 21st century, practically everyone has a cell phone. You're not impressing anyone anymore. Maybe you did back in 84, but now, you're just an asshole and I hope you get a tumor. 2. People who don't beat their children. Now I'm not saying "abuse your kids, it's a stress reliever!" But when they're jumping all over the place screaming because for the two seconds you're actually doing something productive they want McDonalds, I'm not going to be upset if you reach over and give them a smack. It's doing a service not only to yourself and your parenting, but the rest of society. We have enough loud mouths as it is. 3. People who have a strange fetish for Asian girls. Now, if you're attracted to Asians, awesome, more power to you. But when all you're paing attention to is the Asian aspect and not about their personalities, you're a fucking cunt and I hope you never spread your DNA into this world other than via a tissue, because you're a fucking waste of life. 4. Any other race other than black people who think they're black. Trying to fit into the black community by being an ignorant n-word spewing asshole not only is a disservice to yourself, it's a disservice to the black community. And black people will get all bitter about it anyway. 5. Bitter black people. I hate that stupid elitest "I'm better than you because you aren't gangsta" attitude. You're saying most white people aren't ghetto enough to hang with you, but you cry racism when white people say you're too ghetto to hang out at their country club. Don't dish out shit when you can't take it. And don't give me that whole "black history" bullshit. You've never had to deal with slavery and everyone pussyfoots around you so fucking much in order that they don't offend you, so shut the fuck up and let it go before I stab you in the neck with a pen. I think that's it for now.

Trent FUCKING Reznor is a god. I'd totally fuck him in the ass. I'm a little drunk now, pardon me. :)

So I went to this party on Saturday to celebrate a friend's birthday. It was fun, lots of food, all around good time. But there was this creepy guy there who kept having these LOOOOONG conversations with me. But it wasn't just his stellar conversation skills that kinda freaked me out, he studdered. Now, don't get me wrong, studdering doesn't bother me, but when you're pretending you're some sort of swave intellectual, studdering doesn't usually work in your corner. So, this guy's holding this conversation with me (or should I say monologue), and all of a sudden he says to me, "I don't really like beer, I like things with sweeter tastes because I'm a very sensual person." ... What... the f***? Now, I am a sensual person as well, and I'll speak openly and honestly about that to my friends when we have a conversation like that, but when it's out of f***ing NOWHERE and you're saying it to a total stranger, it's just... creepy. I even told him I had a boyfriend. So he shouldn't have been trying to hit on me. It was just... weird. Man, why am I like a weirdo magnet? This is one of the many reasons I don't go to parties. o_O

So, the other day someone was saying how they were afraid of spiders. Spiders freak me out, but it's not really a phobia, and I don't care about large spiders, i.e. tarantulas. So, I start looking up pictures on tarantulas out of curiosity. They're really beautiful, but anyway. After finishing The Crow, and after looking at all those pictures, I've been having some fucked up dreams. Somehow, Harry Potter got in them too, and my british friend Owen. Don't ask me, I'm fucking crazy. Anyway, the spider could talk, and he was a really cool guy. And we became really good friends. Apparently, it was his job to take care of his "hive" and failed, so every other member of his family died. Anyway, he was really cool. Then, I woke up to go to the bathroom, went back to bed, and dreamt that I was back before I met my spider, but I remembered him, so I was looking for him. Apparently, this time, he didn't fail in protecting his hive and became a really successful spider, but I still spent a lot of time looking for him. Along with many other random adventures that are too intricate and long to go into here. Man, what the shit did I eat before bed? o_O

So, I'm not usually into comic books. I was a fan back when I was really young and my brother collected them, but was too young to fully comprehend the awesomeness of the original X-men. Anyway, The Crow comic just arrived in the mail today. I've only read a bit, but so far it's amazing, but I didn't doubt it would be. I knew about James O'Barr's history for writing the comic before I bought it, so the sort of cathartic reasoning behind writing it really intrigued me. I also really dug the movie. (I even liked the second one, though it was a pile of crap. What can I say... I like B movies. *shrug*) Anyway, yes, I do believe this comic will rule.

I almost got hit by a car today. I was in the far left lane and some woman was in the far right lane, and I turned on my signal to get into the center lane (I was a little ahead of her), and she goes to get into the center lane, lays on her horn and cuts in speeding past. Then I get in behind her and flip her off, she flips me off and starts speeding ahead, then she SLAMS on her breaks and I almost rear end her. Then once we get passed all the traffic, I signal to change lanes and she cuts me off, I signal to get back in the lane and she cuts me off again. So finally I lay on my gas, and go from the far right lane to the far left lane and she almost broadsides me. But she saw that I had gotten past her, so she finally gets off my ass. So, she's driving a black audi, treating it like a piece of shit that she doesn't care about, she has no licence plate, or paper plate, nothing. And I'm thinking... what if she endangers someone else's life? So I called the cops and they sent out a dispatch on her. Hopefully she'll get her ass caught because she had a serious case of road rage. ... Have I mentioned I hate stupid fucking assholes?

So Tim wanted me to sign up for his little blog space. I'm not a real fan of blogs. I think they're for whiney emo kids who cut themselves and listen to Taking Back Sunday, or whatever the hell shit music they listen to these days. Young whipper snappers with their sex and rock and roll. Anyway, I'm 21, live in Vegas and my boyfriend is Tim's brother. He's very talented, good looking, funny, layed back and all the other good things a man can be. Tim's an ok guy too, even though he is a bit of a pussy. >;) Well, I guess that's it for my first blog.