Bottles goin off in the church, we broke the wine
slapped the pastor, didn't know Pop had asthma
He pulled out his blue bible, change fell out his coat
Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope
Oooh! Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out, and I want a lot"
Shirley fainted dead on the spot
Two ushers slipped eighty dollars right out the pot
Oh sh-t!

Top 10 Rejection Lines Used by Men and Women (And What They Actually Mean)

Top 10 rejection lines used by men and women with an explanation of what they actually mean.

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I know, I know, Kristofferson Fan and whatnot. But what can I say, I like their music equally.

Just the daily reminder about the message board forum, nothing to get excited about.

Now playing : The Doors - The End
Playing back then : Ziggy X - Bassdusche

So you've opened the door. Big fu-king deal. You go to your place and sit down. While you do that, you could swear SHE'S looking at you. But you'll never know, because you ain't gonna ask her if she did. And no, it's not because you can't have her - it's because you tried having her and you fu-ked up good someplace, and now, you can't have her. It's damage beyond repair. Corrupted fu-king hard drive clusters, you goddamn geek.
OK, maybe you could go talk to her. Maybe she wouldn't laugh in your face. Maybe her face wouldn't show disgust. But that's so unlikely, oh so very unlikely. Then again, this is just a matter of how you look at it. Our whole fu-king lives are just a matter of how you look at it.

...You know it could be worse. A woman could cut off your penis while you're sleeping, and toss it out' the window on a moving car.
- There's always that.

Fight Club, baby.
One of the two greatest movies about life.

But we'll get to it later. Now back to that little claustrophobic place you call "Your World". Back to that pathetic time frame in your life you wish never existed. But do you really?..
Anyway, a matter of how you look at it. I dunno, the only thing that should be said here, the way you looked at it never got you anywhere. And it's not supposed to take you anywhere, except maybe to a quick drop and a sudden stop.

Pirates of the Caribbean, baby.
One of MANY great movies that got worse with each sequel.

So you're sitting in the back, pretending that you don't watch her. The bright side is that you're so fu-king lame that you don't realize the full extent of what you have done. This girl's gonna be in your dreams for many years to come, long after you've corrected your stupid ways of living, met lots of other smart and beautiful (and blond) girls (with blue eyes). Let's not drift from the main point (huh?) by questioning why did that happen of if that could've been avoided, because the facts are straight as fu-king arrows, and they all are lined up nicely in front of you -

1. Yes, at one moment, she was in love with you.
2. No, you weren't that smart to realize it.
3. Yes, that had to do with you two breaking up.
4. No, you can't do anything about it (now).

Ah, that naive young heart. Always longing exactly for the things it can't have. Wonder if that is necessarily true? I mean, theoretically, you can always do stuff like CALL her, or TALK to her, or TRY to EXPLAIN things. But, I guess, this is where you can't help to do anything else, but wonder if this may be why Life and Music are almost the same (hint - Always On My Mind, Fields Of Gold), and Movies are NOT like Life (hint - Bad Boys II, Spider-Man 2).

New Day. New Start?

Now playing : Bruce Springsteen - The Rising
Playing back then : The Wrens - 13 Months In 6 Minutes

...You open your eyes. Radio is blasting complete sh-t at volume far away from the words "tolerable at 7 in the morning". You get up from the bed and you search for the goddamn remote control. There it is. The radio is goin' DOWN!
OK, now it's silent. You wonder if it was better with the music on. Never mind, the new day is not going to look any better either way. Why? Well because for starters, you're a complete fu-king loser. And face it - it ain't no newsflash or nothing. You know and everyone around you knows it. C'mon, step lively, you act like you're on sundial - you need to be on stopwatch, 40 minutes left till school [work].
Ah, but we forget - you're feeling a little sports-like this morning, aincha? Push-ups time!

...25 seconds pass...

You're out of breath, you're feeling manly, you're feeling strong and tired. Yeah baby! 12 push-ups.
Alright, let's go to the bathroom, maybe the biceps have become bigger through the night. Let's see... Uh, what biceps?
Breakfast. Right. It's 20 minutes to 8.00. Ah, what the hell, just an orange juice, then.
No sh-t?! Orange juice, wonder what might have given you that idea. When was the last time you had any in the fridge? It's not like you belong to the working class or nothing. Now get the fu-k out, you cheap bastard, you're gonna be late.
You take your MP3 player, which is barely holding together, you apply styling gel or whatever it's called to your hair... STOP! It's 3 minutes to 8.00. Nah, man, the gel's really important, you gotta look cool. Really? It's gonna take you five minutes, that's what it's gonna do, and in the end, all you're gonna say is:

Goddamn. I look like shit. I wish I had a better looking face. My hair's fucked up. No chicks are gonna look at me and whisper, wow, that one's hot!

So it's 8.05, you're standing in front of the class [company's floor] door, you're trying to shut the MP3 off,
you're out of breath,
you hate the situation,
you hate yourself,
you don't wanna go in there,

you fu-king prick. And that's not even the start. Tough luck.
You open the door.

Now playing : Akira Yamaoka & Melissa Williamson - You're Not Here

Silent Hill kicks ass. Though I can't say I'm a die-hard fan, I only played SH3 & 4 (The Room sucked, btw) and watched the Silent Hill movie, I really dig the concept. I even tried reading Silent Hill comics, but damn, either they're complete trash, or I'm a complete idiot. You choose.
Silent Hill movie was awesome, say what you want.

I'm reading
23 Questions For Prospective Bloggers - Is A Blog Right For You? on Problogger and I kinda feel very weak right now...

Get-a-Life

Alright, enough of this. Baby steps now.
First question - what am I doing here?

The Answer:
Trying to start a blog. Apparently, without having a slightest idea how to do that.

OK, next question - why are you doing this?

The Answer:
I have a discussion forum. It's pretty much dead right now. It shouldn't be.

So?

So I want people to come to my discussion forum to talk about stuff. This way the forum's gonna be what it's supposed to be.

AND?

AND the forum is gonna be alive and kicking, and hopefully, I pray that this happens, I can earn some money from it and I can invest that money back to the forum because I want it to become a successful internet portal about... Uh, about getting a life?

Great. That's what we all really *need*, a successful internet forum about getting a life.

Well yeah, yeah, that's exactly what I thought. It's not like everybody's got one, and they ain't looking to get one.

:looking through the window:

I'm switching back and forth between this blog and another one, called THE TOP 77 MISTAKES NEW BLOGGERS MAKE, and I notice that certain points like

Blogging about absolutely nothing
Posting uninteresting titles

or

Blabbing too much without making any relevant points

seem to really make sense, but uh, well, what can I say - I'm a new blogger. Stone me.

Should I go work out some? Feelin' kinda lazy though. (Like I ever felt any other way)

Now playing : Bruce Springsteen - Hungry Heart (sigh). Wish I was younger.

Oh Sh*t Moments

Just found this. Hilarious XD
http://clipmarks.com/clipmark/CD195CC0-26DF-4394-AB30-E281B596A79B/

Oh yeah, this is the ad for our first advertiser, Weblo.com - nice, innit? Custom built. Gotta get the dollar if we wanna continue eating.

Damn, this blog customization thing is really tough. I haven't seen colors so stubbornly trying to stay mismatched since, what, 1997?

That's A Start...

Where starteth thou, oh brave blogger?..

OK, now I've got a blog. Wow. Lucky me. The question at hand is, though, what the f**k am I supposed to do with it? Burn it, trash it, break it, leave it... No, seriously, I mean, I've got this blog in the first place because I thought I had stuff to say, but now what?

Alright, I feel that I've gotta be frank with you, whoever you are (in this case it's just my computer screen). I started this because I want to promote my new forum, called the Get-a-Life. Have you heard about it? You didn't? No sh*t, huh. Well it's about damn time, I guess.

:in the background, Knocking On Heaven's Door by Bryan Ferry is playing:

It's a good version, although it may sound a bit pop, it definitely is better than the one Gun'n'Roses did. And since I'm starting to feel as I'm going to cry right now, I'll just say you should look into getting Ferry's new album, Dylanesque.

Alright, let's call it a night. End of first post.