Sunday, January 2, 2011


Holy shit, I forgot about this.


No, wait, I didn't...


I'm probably the reason why I have 24 views.


Sunday, January 31, 2010

Something I Typed Some Time Ago.

I like Notepad. GET READY:

It's Friday, January 22 2010. 1:12 AM. I'm sitting on my bed with my netbook. It's on top of my high school year book, which is on my lap to keep my legs from getting horribly burned; it's only half working. John Coltrane is playing. Though my headphones, and not like, in the city or anything, because he's dead and shit. Can you imagine a Zombie Coltrane touring, playing some live dates? How fucking rad would that be? Don't know? I'll tell you: It'd be really fucking rad. Or maybe not. I'd probably shit my pants if I saw something like that in person. Oh god. "Giant Steps" will never sound the same to me again.

So, I finally watched that video of Snooki, from the "show" Jersey Shore, getting her shit rocked by some juicehead. I gotta say, I must have seen it like, 20 times before I got my fill. I thought it was Hella funny. Yeah, go ahead. Make that face. I don't care.

Man, I hate Jersey Shore. I think if that show hits season 3, I'm gonna be a fucking racist. Seriously. What's the fucking appeal with that show? Even with the whole "It's like a fucking trainwreck, dude" thing it's got going for it, I still think it should be avoided. Go watch a good show like Breaking Bad or Dexter instead.

My brothers are playing Halos 2 and 3 again. Why? I don't know. And my Xbox LIVE subscription needs to be updated again. I've been procrastinating with that. It's probably due to the fact that my brothers literally can't live without playing for like, 36 hours a day. Not having a job kicks ass, huh? (OH SNAP! DISS!)

I'm starting to really hate work. A lot. Mainly, it's because of the whole "Hey, I'm going to talk to you/treat you like we're not the same Species" thing that I get from people (and I use that term loosely). Man, I hate that. I probably hate that almost as much as I hate Jersey Shore, and man, let me tell you, that is a lot of hate.

I'm thinking about Zombie Coltrane again.

A friend of mine texted me about Jimmy Smits, mainly about how "Jimmy Smits" is a funny name and what not. I replied with "Yes. So is French Stewart; he always squinted. WHY?" (It's true! Don't deny it!)

I'm funny. You wish you were my friend. You're probably reading this and thinking "I need to become friends with this Mucho_Sugoi guy, ASAP." Yeah, it's flying around in your head right this moment. It's probably not going to happen, though. I'm sorry.

February is going to kick some serious ass. The IFC theater has been showing Paul Veerhoeven movies on the weekends and on the weekend of Feb. 5 and 6, they will be showing TOTAL RECALL. At midnight. On a big screen. I can't even fathom something of that magnitude. At all. It will surely be the death of me if I partake in such an event, with my friends no less. Knowing my luck though, I'll go try to get some tickets for that and it'll be SOLD OUT. Then, I'll get nut Cancer or something. Fuck. But, yeah, to reiterate: TOTAL RECALL. Feb. 5 and 6. Midnight. IFC Theater. Win.

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