<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:48:58.348-08:00</updated><category term='Love and Life'/><title type='text'>Insanely groovy</title><subtitle type='html'>This Blog*shiver* is not insanely groovy In fact it barely scims mediocre but your going to read it anyway, Oh yes your going to read it. Know why? I don't. I just think it took you a while to find it so you might as well check it out right?... Right? Left.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-6945243789221163533</id><published>2008-04-06T14:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T14:47:55.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't wanna see the end.</title><content type='html'>Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Drinking away the evening&lt;br /&gt;Rum is making everyone sing&lt;br /&gt;Pass me another drink my friend,&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna see this night ever end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spend too much time not awake&lt;br /&gt;just passed out&lt;br /&gt;and blacked out&lt;br /&gt;for gods sake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with all of our time&lt;br /&gt;never a single care&lt;br /&gt;because really we shouldn't &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids spend too much time on dreaming&lt;br /&gt;when lifes just hard drinking&lt;br /&gt;forget the thinking and&lt;br /&gt;hope dissapearing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz with all of our time&lt;br /&gt;never a single care&lt;br /&gt;and really we shouldn't be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting drunk just for the helluva it&lt;br /&gt;makes this place seem less like shit&lt;br /&gt;So get me a drink, nah get me two&lt;br /&gt;Lets drink to me, lets drink to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we'll always be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinking away this evening&lt;br /&gt;rum is making everyone sing&lt;br /&gt;Pour me another, my dear friend&lt;br /&gt;I don't ever, want to see the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinking away&lt;br /&gt;Drinking away...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-6945243789221163533?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/6945243789221163533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=6945243789221163533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/6945243789221163533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/6945243789221163533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2008/04/dont-wanna-see-end.html' title='Don&apos;t wanna see the end.'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-2807593572495107248</id><published>2008-03-08T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T13:27:46.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>an oldy.</title><content type='html'>You MUST have a title&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the age of secrets, surrounded by the new baptists,&lt;br /&gt;water is starting to become such a commodity.&lt;br /&gt;And I just want to dress my animals like people.&lt;br /&gt;A quarter of your daily calorie intake is sugar alcohols,&lt;br /&gt;and I just want to see you again in 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;it's only good if you can submerge it in water and it'll still shoot at the runners.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't press charges when I brush against your arm,&lt;br /&gt;It's time you marry, divorce and marry.&lt;br /&gt;And I just want the kids and house.&lt;br /&gt;Parades are being held daily and they are getting a little old.&lt;br /&gt;IED is the second most used acronym next to LOL and it's a little out of fashion.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time we get back to our show though, we don't want to miss what will happen next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-2807593572495107248?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/2807593572495107248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=2807593572495107248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/2807593572495107248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/2807593572495107248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2008/03/oldy.html' title='an oldy.'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-6307323510609325746</id><published>2008-03-04T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T14:06:36.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pomes</title><content type='html'>I've fealt like writing a lot lately.&lt;br /&gt;This is good.&lt;br /&gt;Still dont have a job.&lt;br /&gt;Energy drinks and caffeine have&lt;br /&gt;consumed my blood stream&lt;br /&gt;More updates to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;U&lt;br /&gt;all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-6307323510609325746?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/6307323510609325746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=6307323510609325746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/6307323510609325746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/6307323510609325746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2008/03/pomes.html' 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Get 24 boxes of condoms and randomly put them in peoples carts &lt;br /&gt;when they aren't looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Set all the alarm clocks in Housewares to go off at 5-minute&lt;br /&gt;intervals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Make a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to the rest &lt;br /&gt;rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Walk up to an employee and tell him/her in an official tone, &lt;br /&gt;'Code 3' in housewares ..... and see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Go the Service Desk and ask to put a bag of M&amp;M's on layaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Move a 'CAUTION - WET FLOOR' sign to a carpeted area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Set up a tent in the camping department and tell other shoppers&lt;br /&gt;you'll invite them in if they'll bring pillows from the bedding &lt;br /&gt;department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When a clerk asks if they can help you, begin to cry and ask&lt;br /&gt;'Why can't you people just leave me alone?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Look right into the security camera; use it as a mirror, and &lt;br /&gt;pick your nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. While handling guns in the hunting department, ask the clerk if &lt;br /&gt;he Knows where the anti- depressants are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Dart around the store suspiciously, loudly humming the "Mission&lt;br /&gt;Impossible" theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. In the auto department, practice your "Madonna look" using&lt;br /&gt;different size funnels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Hide in a clothing rack and when people browse through, say&lt;br /&gt;"PICK ME!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. When an announcement comes over the loud speaker, assume&lt;br /&gt;the fetal position and scream "NO! NO! It's those voices again!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Go into a fitting room and shut the door and wait a while;&lt;br /&gt;and, then, yell, very loudly, "There is no toilet paper in here!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-8419196590370405029?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/8419196590370405029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=8419196590370405029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/8419196590370405029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/8419196590370405029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2008/02/for-spencer.html' title='for spencer'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-6345435936811260141</id><published>2008-02-03T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T13:37:06.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this post</title><content type='html'>This post is in full fledged appreciation of nathan.&lt;br /&gt;I love that guy.&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps this was spawned from me just randomly thinking about how much of a awesome dude nathon is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-6345435936811260141?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/6345435936811260141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=6345435936811260141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/6345435936811260141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/6345435936811260141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-post.html' title='this post'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-3318925268170125030</id><published>2008-01-20T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T13:57:38.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More then skin deep</title><content type='html'>She was found&lt;br /&gt;someone found her,&lt;br /&gt;somewhere near atlantis...&lt;br /&gt;or some other sinking city.&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes were sunk with sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;but her hair it floated &lt;br /&gt;so beautifully seperated.&lt;br /&gt;A mermaid with out fins,&lt;br /&gt;Her pale skin, pink lips&lt;br /&gt;slightly parted, gently waiting&lt;br /&gt;for that kiss to wake her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-3318925268170125030?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/3318925268170125030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=3318925268170125030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/3318925268170125030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/3318925268170125030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2008/01/more-then-skin-deep.html' title='More then skin deep'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-1511367426820586557</id><published>2008-01-03T16:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T16:38:10.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things not to bother me with</title><content type='html'>You is being used in general terms in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whining:&lt;br /&gt;I understand the difference between venting and whining.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has issues. I don't want to hear about yours for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitchiness/Assholishness(serious):&lt;br /&gt;"I am a bitch deal with it."&lt;br /&gt;No. I won`t, and it`s awkward when you are like that to other people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acting like you know how I feel, felt about something:&lt;br /&gt;I am me. You are not me. Get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazyness when you could be helping:&lt;br /&gt;Ok, standing and watching is allright but give a hand for christs sake.&lt;br /&gt;and don`t just pretend the problems going to go away. It won`t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being nit picky:&lt;br /&gt;Chill out. Ok you`re right? does it really matter? does it REALLY affect the grand scheme of things? No? Then bugger off you self gratifying ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treating me like a child:&lt;br /&gt;I can handle myself on the most part and with a little education can figure things out on my own. Don`t treat me like I need you to function&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I probably do this stuff from time to time. I`m sorry, I take every chance I can to improve my character. I just notice this stuff a lot around me and it gives me a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-1511367426820586557?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/1511367426820586557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=1511367426820586557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/1511367426820586557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/1511367426820586557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2008/01/things-not-to-bother-me-with.html' title='Things not to bother me with'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-452425218229087299</id><published>2007-06-24T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T23:30:48.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burning fire?</title><content type='html'>Ok, so far has been pretty good with life.&lt;br /&gt;I got that walking on thin ice feeling&lt;br /&gt;(or a hot tub pool lid if you get what I mean haha)&lt;br /&gt;But I think I'll make it across &lt;br /&gt;(Yay!! metaphors)&lt;br /&gt;I think I might try and find someone to date once I get back from toronto&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind kicking it in that scene for a while&lt;br /&gt;(rick what are you thinking!? you wrote the book on being single and retarded!!)&lt;br /&gt;and speaking of toronto,&lt;br /&gt;ya'll should make time for me before I go and&lt;br /&gt;REMIND ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;I forget because I am dumb&lt;br /&gt;not because I am an asshole,&lt;br /&gt;which I actually also am.&lt;br /&gt;But they don't go together&lt;br /&gt;and stuff like tha...&lt;br /&gt;shut up rick your blabbering&lt;br /&gt;thanks rick, needed that.&lt;br /&gt;Anytime man.&lt;br /&gt;Dude,&lt;br /&gt;yeah man?&lt;br /&gt;I love you man.&lt;br /&gt;I love you too.&lt;br /&gt;we're like the same person.&lt;br /&gt;We are the same person retard.&lt;br /&gt;oh, yeah....right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhk work tomorrow early!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nighty night mates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-452425218229087299?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/452425218229087299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=452425218229087299' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/452425218229087299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/452425218229087299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2007/06/burning-fire.html' title='Burning fire?'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-4664836653913621580</id><published>2007-04-25T22:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T22:59:48.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my hurr</title><content type='html'>I dyed my hair black&lt;br /&gt;But it has red streaks in it too.&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty nifty.&lt;br /&gt;I am not emo.&lt;br /&gt;My hair just is ok?&lt;br /&gt;we cool?&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;Suck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-4664836653913621580?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/4664836653913621580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=4664836653913621580' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/4664836653913621580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/4664836653913621580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-hurr.html' title='my hurr'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-6337329358588007381</id><published>2007-04-21T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T22:39:05.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In excess</title><content type='html'>Well. I had my party at my house last night.&lt;br /&gt;I had some of my friends over I kicked some people out&lt;br /&gt;and rob had some of his friends over&lt;br /&gt;I think I was a train wreck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annnd just made some veggy burgers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And heres the synopsis of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starts off slow with just like joel niel and larissa. And a buncha random youngins who left shortly after. we watched tranny porn and the BME pain olympics finalists (cuz were that cool) chris and brittney came over. I drank a fucking shit load/ A mickey of rum. Large amounts of beer like 8? and 4 shots of sambuca as well as pot. Now here's when rick starts acting dumb. Upon my stumblings I go downstairs where a bunch of kids are doing blow. And long story short I did a rail. It's ok guys. I am not doing it ever again. I got beat up twice for doing it. By a girl. sad? I know. &lt;br /&gt;anywho I ended up passing out on the bed. Theres other dumb stuff I did but. I dont really wanna get into it as it was normal dumb stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//I need to STOP being such a sleaze bag. I feel so stupid about it. I seriously need to like just stop. It's insane how I do dumb stuff the way I do. There's a big line between single and sleazy. And I keep stepping across it. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of me talking shit about myself (ricks a deuce) I need to clean up some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-6337329358588007381?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/6337329358588007381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=6337329358588007381' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/6337329358588007381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/6337329358588007381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2007/04/in-excess.html' title='In excess'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-4682999238305932775</id><published>2007-04-15T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T22:52:50.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>grah</title><content type='html'>I'm not a good boy.&lt;br /&gt;meh. I ain't a bad one either haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambers and Kaitlyns house was fun.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...spencer...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;veg for over 2w now.&lt;br /&gt;Prom soon.&lt;br /&gt;shed raising soon.&lt;br /&gt;Hawaii soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-4682999238305932775?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/4682999238305932775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=4682999238305932775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/4682999238305932775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/4682999238305932775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2007/04/grah.html' title='grah'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-8567547855238372920</id><published>2007-03-31T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T23:08:02.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I am attempting to do</title><content type='html'>gonna go veggy for two months as a trial.&lt;br /&gt;(wanna get a bit healthier and it'll be good for my complection)&lt;br /&gt;collect and paint a wood elf army.&lt;br /&gt;play a dnd Campaign&lt;br /&gt;couple other things.&lt;br /&gt;tired.&lt;br /&gt;bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-8567547855238372920?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/8567547855238372920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=8567547855238372920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/8567547855238372920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/8567547855238372920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2007/03/things-i-am-attempting-to-do.html' title='Things I am attempting to do'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-7645354846480838434</id><published>2007-03-11T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T23:47:40.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love &amp; gasoline. Violent sex 101</title><content type='html'>My scream even sounds good on shitty recordings now when i really try at it ^^&lt;br /&gt;I just need to learn how to work an instrument or buy the necessary equipment to do it ala computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeekend info.&lt;br /&gt;Friday I saw 300 with spence. And i will see it again soon. it was amazing none-the-less. Best fight scenes I have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;then I went and saw power which was a genuinly entertaining play. the set was really different too.&lt;br /&gt;later that night i partook in some rumming...which turned into a lot of rumming(nathan you know i drink that stuff like water you evil evil man!haha &gt;&lt; (L) ) which turned into a 9k walk home.I am an idiot shh.&lt;br /&gt;which resulted in me waking up with a sore knee. wich i still have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday I worked and it was boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday I was at home all day and did jack shit, went for a run and now my leg barely functions and thus I update this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-7645354846480838434?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/7645354846480838434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=7645354846480838434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/7645354846480838434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/7645354846480838434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2007/03/love-gasoline-violent-sex-101.html' title='Love &amp; gasoline. Violent sex 101'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-4954705915652007118</id><published>2007-02-27T01:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T01:58:08.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nausea shreds your head</title><content type='html'>Anyone know how to use acid pro?&lt;br /&gt;If so it'd be nice of you to teach me.&lt;br /&gt;or If anyone has it and wants to give it to me that'd be cool too ^^&lt;br /&gt;I wanna start mixing my own music so probably this summer I am going to purchase it if I don't end up going on the boat with nick fishin'&lt;br /&gt;party this saturday!&lt;br /&gt;so freaking stoked.&lt;br /&gt;Man, i've ran outta things to talk about on this blog. I really have?&lt;br /&gt;I mean besides berrating people to read my poetry &lt;strong&gt;(www.violated.deviantart.com new updater today :P )&lt;/strong&gt; I have no idea what the hell to put in here anymore. i am no longer a mentally unstable teen angst core kid like I was at the start of last summer.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm Maybe I'll just start random stories...idunno.&lt;br /&gt;Oh here's something, a creepy nerd at chapters told me to go to so jap anime porn site when i was flipping through manga cuz i said "w00t boobies!" But I told him "I only like naked bitches when there in epic sword battle cutting each other up"&lt;br /&gt;he gave me a wierd look and sat down. he had faded blonde hair a rat stash wide set eyes(like a gold fish) and glasses. he was like the lowest class of nerd. he probably larped. On another note I don't curse enough.&lt;br /&gt;SHIT CHODE FUCKING CUNT PANSIE FUCK PISS LICKING ASS WHORE EATING PUSSY SUCKING FUCKASS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-4954705915652007118?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/4954705915652007118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=4954705915652007118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/4954705915652007118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/4954705915652007118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2007/02/nausea-shreds-your-head.html' title='Nausea shreds your head'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-4952619715372987926</id><published>2007-02-16T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T00:57:42.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're sitting all alone in the 4am darkness</title><content type='html'>The Giant Swan - The Blood Brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the giant swan's got ghosts in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;his guts are stuffed with polaroids, and they're all humiliating.&lt;br /&gt;and when the wine's drunk and the wild cabaret has sung it's last voice,&lt;br /&gt;and you're sitting all alone in the 4am darkness of a pitch-black theater,&lt;br /&gt;he explodes like fireworks on the stage with gold smoke.&lt;br /&gt;sing, your voice just wont stop blooming.&lt;br /&gt;he wrote a play and you're the protagonist.&lt;br /&gt;all the girls you wish you'd fucked make a guest appearance.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and you just won't believe the ending.&lt;br /&gt;fly me home, giant swan!&lt;br /&gt;the giant swan's got a pixelated beak.&lt;br /&gt;his eyes are twin mushroom clouds, &lt;br /&gt;his feathers are unsuspecting cities, &lt;br /&gt;and his breasts are hollow apartments with the highest quality furnishings.&lt;br /&gt;and you can watch tv until you die there, deflated skin draped over luxury chairs.&lt;br /&gt;sing, your voice just won't stop blooming.&lt;br /&gt;if your heart's a diamond, buddy, what's the price?&lt;br /&gt;if your heart's a diamond what's the fucking price?&lt;br /&gt;your mouth is cheap and your hair is shoddy.&lt;br /&gt;so sit and watch the ballerinas kick and spin.&lt;br /&gt;then strip down to your vulgar skeleton.&lt;br /&gt;you'd better take one more drink of captain morgan's rum.&lt;br /&gt;oh, it's gonna sting like a raw sunrise when they black swan's gone.&lt;br /&gt;back at the resort, the curtains closed, you haven't left the room for two solid weeks.&lt;br /&gt;with a pound of cocaine under the bed where the call girls perform their services.&lt;br /&gt;and you have to leave CNN on so you don't think about her newborn son &lt;br /&gt;who entered this town from the crotch you're renting out.&lt;br /&gt;"who's at the door? what the fuck!&lt;br /&gt;who's at the door? what the fuck!&lt;br /&gt;who's at the door? what the fuck!"&lt;br /&gt;your heart is sweating; your hands are turning black.&lt;br /&gt;your shadow breaks in wearing a ski mask.&lt;br /&gt;is that a machete at your throat?&lt;br /&gt;"give me all your money! give me all the dope!"&lt;br /&gt;and the sun's like a painting of your whole life.&lt;br /&gt;you scratch at the canvas, but you can't get inside.&lt;br /&gt;and the sun's like a painting of your whole life.&lt;br /&gt;you scratch at the canvas, but you can't get inside.&lt;br /&gt;your family is gurgling grief.&lt;br /&gt;you think you're fast asleep.&lt;br /&gt;is that the curtain closing?&lt;br /&gt;giant swan, take me to the river.&lt;br /&gt;is that my flesh corroding?&lt;br /&gt;giant swan, take me to the river.&lt;br /&gt;all the things you wish you said are buried with your x'd out head.&lt;br /&gt;all your ulterior motives...&lt;br /&gt;giant swan, take me to the river.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to go to bed to that song, it's usually the last song I listen to before bed. I don't think you'll read the lyrics unless prompted but I'd highly suggest at least reading the last half. I don't post crap lyrics. The lyrics are quite stand alone as a piece of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhom moving on, I think i want to work at a coffee shop, that's always classy (preferably serious coffee mmm) and i want more free time. I wish I was rich just so i would have that free time. I am really tired of having preset weeks. I can't wait till summer, even if i work lots I'll have a less preset life. That by the way really bores me. I get bored with life easy and seek change or new elements constantly to keep me interested I don't like to keep things stable because they usually destabalise in a un-fun way eventually anyways. I also want to write more but I havn't had time with school just to laze about and write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to party sometime. I am going to admit it. I love to party. It's so chaotic you never know if the nights going to be so fucked up or it's going to be a great time. It's probably why I drink. I enjoy the chaos of no control sometimes, Though I do wish a lot people could let go of control without alcohol. it's the people who can that I usually have as my good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to read the book nicks reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; mantrain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS 1: make a deviant art if you are at all artistic&lt;br /&gt;2: add me www.violated.deviantart.com&lt;br /&gt;3: submit so I can see your stuff&lt;br /&gt;4: read my stuff and comment www.violated.deviantart.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-4952619715372987926?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/4952619715372987926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=4952619715372987926' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/4952619715372987926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/4952619715372987926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2007/02/giant-swan-blood-brothers-giant-swans.html' title='you&apos;re sitting all alone in the 4am darkness'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-6554102292745586910</id><published>2007-02-12T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T19:59:31.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOM MUTHA FUCKAS!</title><content type='html'>As I type this the phone rings for the 4th time in roughly ten minutes. My little brother inspires scenes of violence. and don't get me started on the little fuckers conviction to pot and how cool he is. The little stoner piece of shit makes me want to boot fuck all of his friends because they're so fucking annoying.&lt;br /&gt;*breath*&lt;br /&gt;uselesss pieces of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I hung out with another cool new person yesterday though she lived way THE FUCKING PHONE AGAIN.......................................THERE WE GO. anywhom She lived a ways away. We watched the little mermaid and ate popcorn and drank pepsi. It was the best darn pepsi I ever did have, not sure why it tasted so good. anywho We finished the movie(yes I just watched the movie with her, I am not spencer) then I walked about a quarter way home before I caught a ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errr had a midterm today that I fealt was pretty decent. OO story. So me and nick sat across from each other and we finished bout the same time. thing is you have to write your name on the top of the page on every page. so I see his hand buzzing and flipping pages so I start furiosly scrying my name as well. he beat me by a few seconds. It was depressing. but in my defense I wrote my whole name and he intialed his first name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other news include a lot of people are getting really annoying if your reading this you are unlikely one of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also rewriting my resume and gonna start handing it out again then once hired quit my current occupation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future news! I want to party so I am stoked on sineads b-day bash and prom which i am going to again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next time my pretties,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-6554102292745586910?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/6554102292745586910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=6554102292745586910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/6554102292745586910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/6554102292745586910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2007/02/boom-mutha-fuckas.html' title='BOOM MUTHA FUCKAS!'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-2058209766121868568</id><published>2007-01-21T23:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T23:13:20.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2007 update version 1</title><content type='html'>I've had this blog for teh ever.&lt;br /&gt;Just reflecting that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO! to begin with myself. My last two weeks have been a flurry of hanging out with spencer and dumping my girlfriend/ being dumped by my girlfriend (story later on)&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have to say it fealt really damn good just to kick back with the buds and just chill. It's awesome because spencers house is like a haven of chill when it's just the dudes(4) The antics never end and the nerdiness is boundless. Rest assured it's a good time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then that I have been working a lot. Which I decided doesn't bother me so much but I am being more proactive about getting the department I work in a little more respect and rewards for the hard work we do. I find it rather offensive even to say that other departments are rewarded due to good customer service because my department has unequal oppurtunity to stand around for a half hour discussing the politics of a fish tank. Our department has to get things done or the store doesn't function. But like I said i talked to my manager about bringing back a draw that can score you movie tickets or a 25$ gift certificate to the store that you can put a ballet in every time you do hard work or awesome customer service. so my department has an oppurtinity at it. and my pay is still 8.60 and I have been working there for 6 months :( (that was probably against company policy to say that on the net but BLAST them.) and last but not least I have been saying 'my' department but lisa is also in it and she has been in it longer then me and she is 100% miss work ethic supreme awesomo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh right so my gf split split. So I went over to her house and right when she opened the door I said wanna go for a walk and she said sure. then I was like I am not very hidden with my intentions basically i am breaking up with you. then she was like oh that's cool that's why I invited you over. I was like okay. then she said I am hungry. So I treated her to pizza because she brought me a subway wrap at work when I was having a " I am sore all over and kinda grumpy and hungry day" and we made fun of people in country club. the end. IT was the best breakup ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho I am going to wrap up this update as I can't really think of anything else.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; mantrain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-2058209766121868568?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/2058209766121868568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=2058209766121868568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/2058209766121868568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/2058209766121868568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2007/01/2007-update-version-1.html' title='2007 update version 1'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-4564488387724958874</id><published>2006-12-29T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T00:54:34.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2006</title><content type='html'>I don't know about the rest of you guys, but for me 2006 was fucking epic.&lt;br /&gt;I think this whole year was one big roller coaster. I can't even begin to explain how this year I'll remember more then any other... It really fealt like 2 or 3 years and even then well spaced. I've grown a lot as a person and feel very happy about myself. And even though i am so very glad for what life gave me this year, I hope 2007 is a little easier going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; mantrain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-4564488387724958874?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/4564488387724958874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=4564488387724958874' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/4564488387724958874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/4564488387724958874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2006/12/2006.html' title='2006'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-7098103559742911016</id><published>2006-12-28T02:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T21:29:43.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blood reincarnate</title><content type='html'>Retrieve and receive &lt;br /&gt;the belief in deceased&lt;br /&gt;and decrease in your dread of homicidal release&lt;br /&gt;and that's where the flesh begins and the muted echo ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I edited the line breaks today and the spelling. I don't recall writing this. I&lt;br /&gt;was far too gone last night. It is one of several little easter eggs I found today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; mantrain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-7098103559742911016?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/7098103559742911016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=7098103559742911016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/7098103559742911016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/7098103559742911016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2006/12/blood-reincarnate.html' title='blood reincarnate'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-6870742741134254134</id><published>2006-12-14T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T00:42:44.853-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love and Life'/><title type='text'>The meaning of life and the existance of a god and love. in Ricks words.</title><content type='html'>The sentence first read in my post is such a confusing subject for most people it tears them to pieces. they find themselves insecure with no clue of what they believe in. Some people have powerful faith and believe so strongly in something it manifests and becomes real to them (not denying it may be real) others Decline the search for a soul and fully believe that earth and science gave us what we have and we are ourselves for the time we live before we die and degrade giving room and vital nutrients to the next round of life. Some like myself find that the search for answers at this period is pointless as the answers have not shown themselves to us. Why spend time on learning where to place your spirit and become so caught up in who you are soulfully you forget who you are logically? I chose to enjoy life without the worry of afterlife at this point seeing as I am not dead yet. I can find joy in my love for people and life and not a higher being at this point and I am fully satisfied with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spirituality and love. Spirituality and love. oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love. Jack and jill are 15 and 16 or 17 and 18 or 19 and 20 etc. jack and jill have been together for 8 months 23 days. Jack loves Jill. Jill loves Jack. Jack would die without Jill. Jill would fade away without Jack. Jack sleeps with Molly. shit guess he didn't love jill for ever and ever like he promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promising love at such a young age seems so irrational. Infatuation and hormonal attraction are the strongest fealt emotions at such a young age. Love is built on time and trust. No not 6 month no, not 8 months not even a year. Love is something that is so strong very few and harsh things will break it. love is where you can resolve fights in a calm and respectful manner. Teenagers won't ever know true love with a partner. Learn to take things slow. Learn that love takes time and one day when you look at your partner and he or she is part of your family of two (you and him/her) then you'll know you've probably found love(that's after you stop saying it too each other)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see love in my near future. and neither should any young person reading this.&lt;br /&gt;Your all irrational hormone driven bunny rabbits. Now go off and hump like you want too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my beliefs ie on my blog your welcome to dissagree with me.&lt;br /&gt;and as a side note animals and family love are included in that. they can exist &lt;br /&gt;at any age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a dream vacation&lt;br /&gt;I am riding the waves of my imagination&lt;br /&gt;and rolling past my lost intention&lt;br /&gt;I am an impenetrable cloud&lt;br /&gt;with everyday life far below me&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I am&lt;br /&gt;but where I am is exactly where I want to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; man.train&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-6870742741134254134?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/6870742741134254134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=6870742741134254134' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/6870742741134254134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/6870742741134254134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2006/12/meaning-of-life-and-existance-of-god.html' title='The meaning of life and the existance of a god and love. in Ricks words.'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-5830728158724733638</id><published>2006-11-27T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T23:39:53.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>err.</title><content type='html'>I had a great time tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Though I hate the snow.&lt;br /&gt;I frolic'd down hillz on my new luvva&lt;br /&gt;Sledz Snow Sleds.&lt;br /&gt;She's a babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. devin manned up and apologized. I don't like to be bitter so yuh. I posted mean things right here. And i am retracting them. He was in a bad mood. so was I. I'll give it to the guy for apologizing though. So I'll apologize as well via blog format.&lt;br /&gt;just so people know.sorry dawg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand by my statements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; mantrain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-5830728158724733638?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/5830728158724733638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=5830728158724733638' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/5830728158724733638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/5830728158724733638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2006/11/err.html' title='err.'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-1381100767423316430</id><published>2006-11-27T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T09:01:10.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am doing well.</title><content type='html'>I am doing quite well.&lt;br /&gt;though i have quite a few ambitions that probably wont come to fruit&lt;br /&gt;I am thouroughly enjoying myself.&lt;br /&gt;My birthday party was a blast.&lt;br /&gt;and i have more fun to come.&lt;br /&gt;I finally have a school plan.&lt;br /&gt;and dumb drama isn't bugging me atall.&lt;br /&gt;I could use a new job.&lt;br /&gt;not because of the people or the actual job.&lt;br /&gt;but how much i am being paid for it.&lt;br /&gt;in my department it'd seem i am one of the few competent people&lt;br /&gt;(yes, lisa if you read this you are amazing at what you do)&lt;br /&gt;but it just seems too hard of work for what I am getting paid.&lt;br /&gt;Idunno but how many of you move and sort, flavour stack, and overall organise&lt;br /&gt;4500+ pounds of dog food in a shift while still having to answer a phone and do &lt;br /&gt;customer service? and i'm only getting 8.60...&lt;br /&gt;i'm probably gonna stick around until the new year and I am truly gonna miss&lt;br /&gt;not working there because they are the best staff ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in otha newwwz. heres a poem i wrote for someone i just met named siobhan (&lt;em&gt;shevon&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;she needed an upper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Penelope.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter: Sensation&lt;br /&gt;a white wash of fluorescent bulb&lt;br /&gt;reflects off of life, dull fake colour is all you see&lt;br /&gt;dull fake colour is all you feel&lt;br /&gt;your label: Penelope.&lt;br /&gt;that's all you are, un-individual&lt;br /&gt;and it's all you'll be.&lt;br /&gt;leaving work you punch out: 74464344268 &lt;br /&gt;late, you decide to take a shortcut through the city's excuse for green space&lt;br /&gt;your number comes &lt;br /&gt;feet fall like the pastel yellow leaves as you make your way through a dying park&lt;br /&gt;the air is crisp cool and almost clever&lt;br /&gt;it penetrates all your layers folds, chilling &lt;br /&gt;this is the worse dream ever&lt;br /&gt;yet you won't wake up&lt;br /&gt;on the uneven path you are walking surrounded by thorny plants&lt;br /&gt;an ancient creased excuse for life is limping on towards you&lt;br /&gt;and by awful chance&lt;br /&gt;she drops her purse off her creaking walker&lt;br /&gt;the cragged woman cannot seem to reach it either&lt;br /&gt;she seems blind and it doesn't appear as if she has noticed you&lt;br /&gt;you could sneak around like this scenario isn't true&lt;br /&gt;but you get the better of you and do what's the "right" thing to do&lt;br /&gt;as you hand the senior her dropped article her eyes hit yours&lt;br /&gt;a wealth of wisdom and joy strike you as you feel fireworks&lt;br /&gt;something at the back of your neck, and she wraps you in embrace&lt;br /&gt;Enter: true feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here is possibly my favourite picture from the birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/100_2211.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; Mantrain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-1381100767423316430?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/1381100767423316430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=1381100767423316430' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/1381100767423316430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/1381100767423316430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-doing-well.html' title='I am doing well.'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-7542705121560466589</id><published>2006-11-22T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T22:21:23.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the salesman Denver max - the blood brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through the screen door your thoughts are quarentined,&lt;br /&gt;by the way you smell I can tell that you're fifteen.&lt;br /&gt;My name is Denver Max, I eat heart attacks.&lt;br /&gt;From your mouth to your hands to the floor you're bubbling syntax.&lt;br /&gt;What the crickets see is between you and me.&lt;br /&gt;What scarecrows think would turn you eyeballs pink.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you try to call the cops little girl&lt;br /&gt;because before you pics up the phone you'll be dead.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you try to call the cops little girl, cops little girl,&lt;br /&gt;your tounge is withered it's heavier than lead.&lt;br /&gt;Won't you just step into the car little girl,&lt;br /&gt;your parents don't understand whats in your head.&lt;br /&gt;We're really onto something special little girl,&lt;br /&gt;you're blushing red,&lt;br /&gt;your head can't hide those thoughts of dread.&lt;br /&gt;Through the screen door kiss me kiss me like a queen...&lt;br /&gt;It tastes like metal in my mouth like rusty listerine.&lt;br /&gt;My name is Denver Max please excuse the mask,&lt;br /&gt;running down my face, bound by tacks and paste.&lt;br /&gt;What the crickets see is between you and me...&lt;br /&gt;what the scarecrows think would turn your eyeballs pink...&lt;br /&gt;with a face like that you'll never ever make it big,&lt;br /&gt;you'll never find a boyfriend unless you get it adjusted...&lt;br /&gt;My name is Denver Max and wont you come sit on my lap&lt;br /&gt;because the only thing you own is everything you lack.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you try to call the cops little girl&lt;br /&gt;because before you pick up the phone you'll be dead.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you try to call the cops little girl, cops little girl,&lt;br /&gt;your tougne is withered it's heavier than lead.&lt;br /&gt;Won't you just step into the car little girl,&lt;br /&gt;your parents don't understand whats in your head.&lt;br /&gt;We're really onto something special little girl,&lt;br /&gt;you're blushing red,&lt;br /&gt;your head cant hide those thoughts of dread.&lt;br /&gt;By the time we hit Tuscon your parents little girl,&lt;br /&gt;parents little girl will be wondering&lt;br /&gt;where their pretty little blonde has gone.&lt;br /&gt;By the time we hit Mexico you'll know little girl&lt;br /&gt;know little girl that Denver Max will always be the only one.&lt;br /&gt;By the time we hit the ocean we'll jump little girl,&lt;br /&gt;jump little girl down to find the undersea sun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever enjoi listening to songs about child abduction? i sure do.&lt;br /&gt;anywho I have to finish a research paper by friday. and lets just say I AM&lt;br /&gt;FOOKED.&lt;br /&gt;yeeeaehhhh. Fooked.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I am having my birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;I am SOOOO excited for that.&lt;br /&gt;And i finally figured out what i wanna do!&lt;br /&gt;English major&lt;br /&gt;with a creative writing minor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; mantrain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-7542705121560466589?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/7542705121560466589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=7542705121560466589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/7542705121560466589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/7542705121560466589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2006/11/salesman-denver-max-blood-brothers.html' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-9018596978965742434</id><published>2006-11-18T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T12:32:01.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting night</title><content type='html'>Went to the show.&lt;br /&gt;Saw everyone up to theset.&lt;br /&gt;The thing that amazed me the most&lt;br /&gt;was how different OP had become and how&lt;br /&gt;good johnny good was (sorry about the pun)&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, Believe me. Johnny Good is hot stuff for&lt;br /&gt;the auditory sensory.&lt;br /&gt;After the show I went to a lady named brittney's house&lt;br /&gt;of whom is housing my birthday party next week&lt;br /&gt;(basically anyone who talks to me can come)&lt;br /&gt;(it'll be fucking awesome)&lt;br /&gt;that scenario was interesting indeed anywhom.&lt;br /&gt;It's a good bonding experience vodka and&lt;br /&gt;deer sausage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; Mantrain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-9018596978965742434?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/9018596978965742434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=9018596978965742434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/9018596978965742434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/9018596978965742434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2006/11/interesting-night.html' title='Interesting night'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-1341672425533930582</id><published>2006-11-16T16:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T16:37:11.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhhh!</title><content type='html'>Hi ya'll&lt;br /&gt;here's the deal.&lt;br /&gt;I need a freaking band.&lt;br /&gt;willing to jam 1-2 days a week.&lt;br /&gt;Interested in all style of music&lt;br /&gt;but Must be a band willing to experiment with sound&lt;br /&gt;in both the harder and softer scales.&lt;br /&gt;email me if interested.&lt;br /&gt;PLUS YOU MUST BE WIERD AS FUCK or&lt;br /&gt;you probably wont get along with me in the long&lt;br /&gt;run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; Mantrain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-1341672425533930582?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/1341672425533930582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=1341672425533930582' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/1341672425533930582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/1341672425533930582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2006/11/ahhhh.html' title='ahhhh!'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-4352319213452766621</id><published>2006-11-10T23:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T23:37:28.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please.</title><content type='html'>Listen, This is a blog. So first off your reading this with a grain of salt.ask in me in person and I can honestly say anything placed within any of my blogs are completely honest to me. Now with the intro done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want any of you who currently have harsh or bad feelings about me...to tell me about it...sounds like every teenagers dream i know but heres the thing, I won't go spreading/complaining/telling all my friends about it. I just want to know how you feel about me and how we can maybe clarify any situations or maybe work over any problems. I of course will defend myself but I won't be angry or offensive about it, I promise. I just want to know what's going on that's all and why. Lastly if any of you are strong enough to do this you have my word that i will respect you even more after the talk even if it ends on terms that don't work so kindly for either of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Rick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-4352319213452766621?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/4352319213452766621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=4352319213452766621' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/4352319213452766621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/4352319213452766621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2006/11/please.html' title='Please.'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-489377394763816552</id><published>2006-11-09T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T09:39:57.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The mighty boosh</title><content type='html'>How do I spend my time before classes?&lt;br /&gt;watching the mighty boosh.&lt;br /&gt;Google it.&lt;br /&gt;You tube it.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck is it ever fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;and on an aside for brithishness.&lt;br /&gt;Goldie lookin chains - your missus is a nutter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serious mate your missus is nutz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godamn i luvvit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errr I am drinking again this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Pre'ee cited bout dat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the market for an acoustic guitar or keyboard. whatever strikes my fancy first.&lt;br /&gt;I need to make music. and my band is cutting the mustard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was just a quick post so ho hum, catchya later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; Mantrain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-489377394763816552?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/489377394763816552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=489377394763816552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/489377394763816552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/489377394763816552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2006/11/mighty-boosh.html' title='The mighty boosh'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-116292652775193432</id><published>2006-11-07T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:11:08.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Sorry about that last post, really. &lt;br /&gt;I just did it in the jest of fooling.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want me to check your results i won't&lt;br /&gt;If your feeling adventurous I will.&lt;br /&gt;jussst bug me.&lt;br /&gt;Anywho I am going to post a song I am working on.&lt;br /&gt;It's on my deviantart but Who reads that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're swimming in a sea of molasses&lt;br /&gt;When your heart stops&lt;br /&gt;and your temperature crashes &lt;br /&gt;You fear a fever may have come&lt;br /&gt;But the feeling passes&lt;br /&gt;Sweat beads and drops down your face&lt;br /&gt;Sweeping away your colour&lt;br /&gt;You're scared, so scared&lt;br /&gt; You want to cower&lt;br /&gt;  You want to cringe&lt;br /&gt;   You want to run, run, run get away&lt;br /&gt;You know what you need to do,&lt;br /&gt;You don’t want to, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your cold body mmm take it!&lt;br /&gt;hide it under the mattress they're all waiting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon they're waiting&lt;br /&gt; C'mon the're waiting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too-late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is fading&lt;br /&gt;Your dreams wither&lt;br /&gt;And your nightmares are cascading&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing&lt;br /&gt;You don’t understand&lt;br /&gt;Everything is spinning&lt;br /&gt;You’re in a forest your on fire&lt;br /&gt;You’re in a coffin being buried alive&lt;br /&gt;You’re against a wall with a bulls eye on your chest&lt;br /&gt;You’re a dilated pupil&lt;br /&gt;You’re a perforated vein&lt;br /&gt;You’re the hailing wind&lt;br /&gt;and the falling rain &lt;br /&gt;your minds in dissolution&lt;br /&gt;and something’s eating at your brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ohgodwhy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUS, well moving on. I am going to a cajoined birthday party on the 24.&lt;br /&gt;And it's rocky horror themed.&lt;br /&gt;So I am excited as it is partially my B-day party.&lt;br /&gt;OH did i mention it's my b-day on the 21rst.&lt;br /&gt;woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note I am unhappy with the amount of writing I've been doing.&lt;br /&gt;all I want to do is pump out poem after poem. But that can be a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;And i rarely get constructive feed back. I wish i knew how to set up an internet forum and I would set up one for me and all my creative writing classmates.&lt;br /&gt;SO IF ANYONE READING THIS KNOWS HOW TO SET UP A FORUM WANNA CONTACT ME!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhm, I am cooking perogies and chicken strips right now so I am going go eat&lt;br /&gt;those. CHEERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; Mantrain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-116292652775193432?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/116292652775193432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=116292652775193432' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/116292652775193432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/116292652775193432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2006/11/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-116260428951448275</id><published>2006-11-03T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:11:08.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry bout this</title><content type='html'>I gave in.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.crushcalculator.com/content/love/179355132&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; Mantrain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-116260428951448275?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/116260428951448275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=116260428951448275' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/116260428951448275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/116260428951448275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-sorry-bout-this.html' title='I&apos;m sorry bout this'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-116244655567988177</id><published>2006-11-01T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:11:08.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>woot</title><content type='html'>i keep meeting new people.&lt;br /&gt;this is neat.&lt;br /&gt;I am also getting plastered on friday.&lt;br /&gt;this is neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have ideas in my head for a couple new poems.&lt;br /&gt;I want to learn guitar because my band can never get together&lt;br /&gt;nor do they think of things to make a good song out of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a side:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever have beef with me.&lt;br /&gt;take it to me. I like working through things. &lt;br /&gt;Don't go behind my back ever. I won't like you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;plain and simple. or at least I wont trust you.&lt;br /&gt;This has nothing to do with current events. This is just me saying.&lt;br /&gt;Say stuff to my face or I won't be your friend.&lt;br /&gt;And I am serious about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; mantrain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-116244655567988177?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/116244655567988177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=116244655567988177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/116244655567988177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/116244655567988177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2006/11/woot.html' title='woot'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-116232814151782584</id><published>2006-10-31T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:11:08.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrrreat</title><content type='html'>It's tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;It's halloween.&lt;br /&gt;I have to work tonight 5-10.&lt;br /&gt;no biggy&lt;br /&gt;I partied on the weekend so I am doing allright.&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I was a creep at one party?&lt;br /&gt;How the hell did that happen?&lt;br /&gt;uhhhm?&lt;br /&gt;I did not do anything to my recollection that was creepy?&lt;br /&gt;Or is spencer being a jack ass again?&lt;br /&gt;Wait i forgot that last part is a constant!&lt;br /&gt;Fucking christ.&lt;br /&gt;And the only reason I don't want to be a jerk to everyone&lt;br /&gt;I see is because I am dressed as a goth. And that'd just be ironic.&lt;br /&gt;Gawd people piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I am going to try being good at parties anymore if all i get is shit for it.&lt;br /&gt;Also I am smoking salvia one more time.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you guys.&lt;br /&gt;I want cookies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; mantrain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-116232814151782584?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/116232814151782584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=116232814151782584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/116232814151782584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/116232814151782584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2006/10/grrrreat.html' title='Grrrreat'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-116220084949804145</id><published>2006-10-30T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:11:08.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New pome</title><content type='html'>cold bodies and Cold Drinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;withered ink on white paper&lt;br /&gt;true words tucked away in the gun cabinet&lt;br /&gt;you go back to Sipping Drinks at the cabaret&lt;br /&gt;a skeleton in a pin striped suite blood thirsty since birth&lt;br /&gt;but all that’s heard is broken jaw silence&lt;br /&gt;and all that echoes is your mute travesty &lt;br /&gt;drowned out from the millions that scream your name&lt;br /&gt;"Card board cut out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you swallow Dollar Signs and Candied Whores&lt;br /&gt;on the giant turtles sand coated back&lt;br /&gt;suckling on Sweet Tastes till the rapture&lt;br /&gt;of that Hallowed Bottle you just forgot&lt;br /&gt;and so will the kids in the cacophony&lt;br /&gt;but not the bodies soaked in cold sweat &lt;br /&gt;left violated by every single second of sickened morality&lt;br /&gt;“We were worth it!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel refreshed from the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; Mantrain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-116220084949804145?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/116220084949804145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=116220084949804145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/116220084949804145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/116220084949804145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-pome.html' title='New pome'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-116211015077364955</id><published>2006-10-29T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:11:08.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my head is concrete</title><content type='html'>I am tired.&lt;br /&gt;I have work tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I drank again tonight&lt;br /&gt;I drank last night.&lt;br /&gt;Met a buncha new people.&lt;br /&gt;It was exciting,&lt;br /&gt;I snuggled with someone on friday night&lt;br /&gt;And I forgot how excellent snuggling to sleep with someone is.&lt;br /&gt;Nathan was there too.&lt;br /&gt;so you just know it was some fine ass snugglin'&lt;br /&gt;My back is itchy.&lt;br /&gt;G'night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; Mantrain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-116211015077364955?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/116211015077364955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=116211015077364955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/116211015077364955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/116211015077364955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-head-is-concrete.html' title='my head is concrete'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-116184055828786221</id><published>2006-10-25T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:11:08.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And it's been so long</title><content type='html'>mhm it's been forever since I have been to a righteous party&lt;br /&gt;and I have two lined up.&lt;br /&gt;ho shiznat, I am going to have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;and for all those concerned skeaze rick is locked away&lt;br /&gt;party harty rick isn't however&lt;br /&gt;this is neat for me big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news taking a break from dnd *gasp*&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;get out more. have more time to myself and generally&lt;br /&gt;just take a break.&lt;br /&gt;I need to meet new people,good looking women preferably(HA!)&lt;br /&gt;as of right now the only people showing interest in me&lt;br /&gt;are people I have no interest in.But isn't that how it always is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;allright and continuing with the controversy of last post but on a different tangeant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys should be allowed to find a girl physically attractive and not called borish because all he wants to do is violently make out with her.&lt;br /&gt;Christ girls(most of) tend to get on this high horse that if a guy wants to do a girl&lt;br /&gt;he should be emotionally attached too. That is bs. It's biology, we are ingrained to want to have sex with people that are attractive even if they aren't what were looking for emotionally. Now how we act on that can be borish agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another aspect defending the dude. Unless the guy harshly takes advantage(forces past no) of a girl and both of them are drunk why is it always completly the guys fault?&lt;br /&gt;can the girl be at least blamed for being stupid?&lt;br /&gt;christ if a guy nails a gross chick it isn't like he wakes up and is like&lt;br /&gt;"No way bitch, I can't believe you took advantage of me like that"&lt;br /&gt;No. he doesnt go around making her seem like it was all her. (even if he does call her a skank his friends WILL make fun of him for doing her. Because hey, he did it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in regards to all this, men are biologically programmed so are women, if you screw around both of yez should own up and deal with accordingly. Avoid the drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; mantrain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-116184055828786221?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/116184055828786221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=116184055828786221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/116184055828786221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/116184055828786221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2006/10/and-its-been-so-long.html' title='And it&apos;s been so long'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-116127461507141337</id><published>2006-10-19T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:11:07.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't really post, you don't really read.</title><content type='html'>So, here I am updating my web log without a clue to as what to put in it.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am sitting at school? It's really boring? I hate the transit system?&lt;br /&gt;(shutup people from nanaimo, you think it's tough? try living in lantzville)&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I know.&lt;br /&gt;So I was pondering up some controversy,&lt;br /&gt;And from an objective view, certain suicide should be fine!&lt;br /&gt;Heres the scenario,&lt;br /&gt;A person no body knows of ( a john doe ) offs themselves.&lt;br /&gt;AND NOBODY LIVING KNOWS HIM, absolutly no one.&lt;br /&gt;So is this wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Has he hurt anybody with his death? no.&lt;br /&gt;It's his own body and life shouldn't he be the one who decides what he can do with it?&lt;br /&gt;Now I know there is probably a million flaws behind this theory.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to throw it out there and see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;PS: This situation is hypothetical. I hughly doubt anyone on this planet isn't known by at least one person living, or even a pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now unto music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just purchased young machetes by the blood brothers the other day.&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing, They fused so many nifty genres into their music it's insane.&lt;br /&gt;They have 50's crooning, jazz, late 60's rock, spazz/hardcore, and pop somehow mixed into one album. If you knew blood brothers before you'd of recognized them by their cacauphony of noise they created and strange vocals, revolutionaries of the punk and hardcore scene. well their newer stuff is defiantly much more commercially sound, but they still are doing what they want and the lyrics are still amazing.&lt;br /&gt;So defiantly listen to these guys if you are awesome. If you aren't awesome you'll tell me blood brothers are bad. This is true. It has been posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news cows have solid hoofs bewarned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; mantrain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-116127461507141337?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/116127461507141337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=116127461507141337' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/116127461507141337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/116127461507141337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-dont-really-post-you-dont-really.html' title='I don&apos;t really post, you don&apos;t really read.'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-115939933583206156</id><published>2006-09-27T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:11:07.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone has their place</title><content type='html'>Eyes close and&lt;br /&gt;hurled high into the space devoid&lt;br /&gt;of any life, there are no traces&lt;br /&gt;looking downupleftright seeingonly dark blue blue blue&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;br /&gt;from some unknown distance shimmering speckles appear&lt;br /&gt;though trying to move closerandcloser&lt;br /&gt;the space between &lt;br /&gt;does not seem to close&lt;br /&gt;Stopping&lt;br /&gt;and notice they still approach without the vain attempts&lt;br /&gt;Wait &lt;br /&gt;to find all around,&lt;br /&gt;floating beacons radiating a soft white glow &lt;br /&gt;gently swaying in an unfelt wind&lt;br /&gt;inside the center of each a dancing dandelion seed luminescent&lt;br /&gt;comforting briefly then&lt;br /&gt;Eyes open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-115939933583206156?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/115939933583206156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=115939933583206156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/115939933583206156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/115939933583206156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2006/09/everyone-has-their-place.html' title='Everyone has their place'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-115913348500965203</id><published>2006-09-24T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:11:07.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>woohoo.</title><content type='html'>I am rick and I fucking rock this shit.&lt;br /&gt;Death to those that may say otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; Mantrain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-115913348500965203?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/115913348500965203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=115913348500965203' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/115913348500965203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/115913348500965203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2006/09/woohoo.html' title='woohoo.'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-115655913038416905</id><published>2006-08-25T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:11:07.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of my favourite poems</title><content type='html'>these are &lt;strong&gt;some&lt;/strong&gt; of my favourite poems&lt;br /&gt;that i have written...try to figure out what they are about&lt;br /&gt;if it isn't obvious enough already haha... Enjoi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The runaway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve taken your belongings&lt;br /&gt;Off these dusty shelves and sorted&lt;br /&gt;Yourself into a suitcase&lt;br /&gt;Smashed glass and broken hearts&lt;br /&gt;All your life, and all the waste&lt;br /&gt;You swear you found god&lt;br /&gt;He just hasn’t found you.&lt;br /&gt;You’ve taken the time it took to think&lt;br /&gt;And rethink your trails &lt;br /&gt;Taken your future and watched it drain&lt;br /&gt;Spiral down the sink &lt;br /&gt;Hell with that, you got what you need&lt;br /&gt;You need what you got&lt;br /&gt;So you get going, and become gone.&lt;br /&gt;Before you’ve seen leaving as mistake&lt;br /&gt;Now you know the answer and you were wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Turn around for one last look&lt;br /&gt;And see nothing but regrets&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, look forward, tomorrows sensation&lt;br /&gt;An unknown fate and future&lt;br /&gt;but your, your own master of destination&lt;br /&gt;and you smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The red planet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I snuck out tonight to mars &lt;br /&gt;just to feel a little better &lt;br /&gt;and get a view of the stars &lt;br /&gt;no I wasn't going to let them  this time&lt;br /&gt;tonight I am going to mars &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out in space &lt;br /&gt;with no wars &lt;br /&gt;yes, nothing to settle &lt;br /&gt;everyone with their even scores &lt;br /&gt;We are happy here &lt;br /&gt;because everything is close &lt;br /&gt;and everyone is dear &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all wanted &lt;br /&gt;wanted to be somebody important &lt;br /&gt;and no matter what &lt;br /&gt;we were not daunted &lt;br /&gt;because to us &lt;br /&gt;we all were. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dream of coloured suits &lt;br /&gt;Some astronaught white &lt;br /&gt;some police man blue &lt;br /&gt;we all thought we could save the world &lt;br /&gt;and everyday our simple fantasies &lt;br /&gt;simply unfurled &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slept on soft clouds &lt;br /&gt;but were awake if you asked &lt;br /&gt;we were alive. &lt;br /&gt;You could feel us radiate! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hills, trees and fields &lt;br /&gt;were our homes you see &lt;br /&gt;Were we could come alive &lt;br /&gt;and you'd have to agree &lt;br /&gt;Because to couldn't take that away &lt;br /&gt;We would never let you take that away, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes wide bright &lt;br /&gt;Our minds running wild day and night &lt;br /&gt;Vivid exploration of the surreal &lt;br /&gt;We are small and fragile &lt;br /&gt;but our conscience is mile high &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are out in space &lt;br /&gt;with no wars &lt;br /&gt;yes, nothing to settle &lt;br /&gt;everyone with their even scores &lt;br /&gt;We are happiest here &lt;br /&gt;because everything is close &lt;br /&gt;and everyone is dear &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our red planet &lt;br /&gt;a place we can explore &lt;br /&gt;A place where we can love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Hunt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lick your teeth,&lt;br /&gt;The anticipation of the kill&lt;br /&gt;Coiled spring&lt;br /&gt;Tightened sinew&lt;br /&gt;Body anticipating&lt;br /&gt;Heart accelerating&lt;br /&gt;Eyes widening&lt;br /&gt;Irises dilating&lt;br /&gt;Wait, &lt;br /&gt;Breathe,&lt;br /&gt;Wait,&lt;br /&gt;Breathe,&lt;br /&gt;Hold,&lt;br /&gt;RELEASE!&lt;br /&gt;control,&lt;br /&gt;Let go,&lt;br /&gt;Realize the fall from grace&lt;br /&gt;Hard unto the prey&lt;br /&gt;IMPACT!&lt;br /&gt;Render it within&lt;br /&gt;feel it's warmth&lt;br /&gt;Creeping into you&lt;br /&gt;feel it's death&lt;br /&gt;fresh inside you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the picture I paint&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take that recorder inside you brain&lt;br /&gt;And record my words &lt;br /&gt;You, reading this, won’t be able to distinguish &lt;br /&gt;pictures from words&lt;br /&gt;as I change them using the alchemy of language&lt;br /&gt;to paint something my hand never could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use the word blue to insight&lt;br /&gt;A melancholy emotion&lt;br /&gt;Such as the gentle tide&lt;br /&gt;Receding away from your feet&lt;br /&gt;The sea swaying such as a surreal dream&lt;br /&gt;Causing contemplation of self and motive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use the word Red to bring back memories&lt;br /&gt;Of anger and hurt&lt;br /&gt;The colour your vision would go&lt;br /&gt;Upon seeing an defenseless creature&lt;br /&gt;Being taken advantage of&lt;br /&gt;Torn asunder in the holds of it’s attacker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use the word black&lt;br /&gt;To remind you of the pain in this world&lt;br /&gt;It’s echo to joy&lt;br /&gt;The welling of tears when you see that coffin&lt;br /&gt;It’s mahogany wood finish with a big cross on top&lt;br /&gt;Being placed to rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use the word white&lt;br /&gt;To burst joy into your system&lt;br /&gt;To cause the flash of pure light&lt;br /&gt;of all the colour’s forming&lt;br /&gt; through a triangular prism&lt;br /&gt;held gingerly in the palm of your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take these colour’s and shades &lt;br /&gt;And bring them together to form a picture&lt;br /&gt;Something at the back of your mind&lt;br /&gt;As scanning these letters &lt;br /&gt;you can’t help think, feel and imagine  &lt;br /&gt;Something complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flow river flow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flow River Flow&lt;br /&gt;Wash the boulders and pebbles&lt;br /&gt;Wash my feet and the fish&lt;br /&gt;Swimming around them&lt;br /&gt;Wash away the dirt and debris&lt;br /&gt;Wash away the stains on me&lt;br /&gt;Let me kneel down and cup you in my hands&lt;br /&gt;Let me throw you in my face&lt;br /&gt;And Rinse my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Let me lie down and feel your cold surge&lt;br /&gt;Let me Float away with you&lt;br /&gt;Flow River Flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the non-objective&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figment of your imagination&lt;br /&gt;Another flash and glimpse of what you wish&lt;br /&gt;Not really there&lt;br /&gt;The dove is dead my dear.&lt;br /&gt;The sands bring a painful drought&lt;br /&gt;in your throat every waking minute&lt;br /&gt;As if the only way to quench the thirst and to relieve&lt;br /&gt;The hurt is through your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these images of tall buildings&lt;br /&gt;And children screaming&lt;br /&gt;As they topple under the behemoth &lt;br /&gt;Annoyed and pestered it reacted violently&lt;br /&gt;It screamed bloody murder&lt;br /&gt;As if the only way to stop was to kill children&lt;br /&gt;Cornered on all sides it didn’t really have choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choice,&lt;br /&gt;A concept we take for granted.&lt;br /&gt;When death fly’s from another’s home into yours&lt;br /&gt;You have little choice but to defend or die.&lt;br /&gt;The behemoth understood this too well&lt;br /&gt;And offended even to the dismay of it’s kin&lt;br /&gt;All this is too much.&lt;br /&gt;All this isn’t a dream&lt;br /&gt;All this isn’t a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;All this is our world and you can only&lt;br /&gt;Note the two ways of removing&lt;br /&gt;Such harsh sensations&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance or action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only your contemplation &lt;br /&gt;Took further discourse&lt;br /&gt;Past who’s wrong and who’s right&lt;br /&gt;If only the leaders of the deserts&lt;br /&gt;Took further discourse&lt;br /&gt;Past who’s wrong and who’s right&lt;br /&gt;If only the heads all listened.&lt;br /&gt;All this “if only” is nothing more&lt;br /&gt;That’s the tragedy behind &lt;br /&gt;Ambition, greed, and hate&lt;br /&gt;It’s human nature.&lt;br /&gt;And it’s killing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay now it's my turn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God damn, Are you a afraid?&lt;br /&gt;How are you afraid I am just panting ,breathing&lt;br /&gt;A little upset&lt;br /&gt;It must be just so relieving.&lt;br /&gt;To see me like this?&lt;br /&gt;Honey, darling why are you screaming?&lt;br /&gt;What do you want a kiss?&lt;br /&gt;Oh I bet you do.&lt;br /&gt;I am watching you sitting &lt;br /&gt;Why am I doing this to you?&lt;br /&gt;Well You’d think you know?&lt;br /&gt;You are the one who did this to me.&lt;br /&gt;Implanted this hate &lt;br /&gt;Watched it get bigger watched it grow…&lt;br /&gt;Too bad it got to big for you to handle&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I got this way&lt;br /&gt;And Just TOO bad this is the way things had to go.&lt;br /&gt;Well isn’t that little wood chair comfortable?&lt;br /&gt;It better be it’s all you get,&lt;br /&gt;it’s all you deserve&lt;br /&gt;Just keep at that yelling until you’re hoarse&lt;br /&gt;It’s music to my ears&lt;br /&gt;I am use to it after all these years&lt;br /&gt;I was getting a little sick of it of course&lt;br /&gt;But this, this is screaming and this time is different &lt;br /&gt;I am not crying this time no more pain no more tears.&lt;br /&gt;I made sure that you’d get all that now&lt;br /&gt;Standing here, standing above, you below&lt;br /&gt;Wait your getting a little blue, let me loosen that rope&lt;br /&gt;no, not any looser.&lt;br /&gt;This is all your allowed.&lt;br /&gt;Now where was I?&lt;br /&gt;I was explaining why…&lt;br /&gt;I don’t even think I should&lt;br /&gt;It’s something you never did&lt;br /&gt;And something you still probably never would.&lt;br /&gt;But I am better then that?&lt;br /&gt;Nod for yes…&lt;br /&gt;NOD FOR YES, good.&lt;br /&gt;Back to what I was saying&lt;br /&gt;How about every night&lt;br /&gt;Even though I don’t believe in god&lt;br /&gt;I was still praying &lt;br /&gt;For you to stop&lt;br /&gt;But you wouldn’t would you?&lt;br /&gt;You just kept going, knowing it was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Yeah it is true.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t bother denying&lt;br /&gt;I could always see it in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I could always see when you were lying&lt;br /&gt;Today is no different.&lt;br /&gt;Wait, it is.&lt;br /&gt;I am done saying what I had to say&lt;br /&gt;Enough waiting I am tired of you&lt;br /&gt;And your crying anyway&lt;br /&gt;That’s why I have this knife &lt;br /&gt;I am going to make you suffer&lt;br /&gt;I am going to make you die today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;White capped creatures&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thousand crashes&lt;br /&gt;Together lashes&lt;br /&gt;Broad Blue torrent&lt;br /&gt;Under white thunder&lt;br /&gt;Dystrophy above&lt;br /&gt;Peace below&lt;br /&gt;Salt touches the sky&lt;br /&gt;As liquid hands&lt;br /&gt;Reach so high&lt;br /&gt;organic features&lt;br /&gt;waltz upon these&lt;br /&gt;white capped creatures&lt;br /&gt;Oxy foam&lt;br /&gt;On the crest&lt;br /&gt;Of the regale navy&lt;br /&gt;Dressed so elegant&lt;br /&gt;To meet it’s end&lt;br /&gt;No lovely lady&lt;br /&gt;sodium breathe&lt;br /&gt;Licks his fate &lt;br /&gt;To make alive&lt;br /&gt;And to recreate &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All poems Copright Richard Clough 2005-2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-115655913038416905?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/115655913038416905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=115655913038416905' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/115655913038416905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/115655913038416905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2006/08/some-of-my-favourite-poems.html' title='Some of my favourite poems'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-115519632509561521</id><published>2006-08-10T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:11:07.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Information</title><content type='html'>ME:&lt;br /&gt;No longer meat-on-the-market.&lt;br /&gt;Work at petsmart lifting heavy things.&lt;br /&gt;Shaved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the current update on myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides that I am still a sick twisted individual&lt;br /&gt;who gets a small kick from humour involving the&lt;br /&gt;pure destruction of small animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; Mantrain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-115519632509561521?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/115519632509561521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=115519632509561521' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/115519632509561521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/115519632509561521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2006/08/information.html' title='Information'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-115355469061973271</id><published>2006-07-22T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:11:07.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wahla</title><content type='html'>I am an awkward dumb boy.&lt;br /&gt;and I am writing it in my blog&lt;br /&gt;wooo I am like every other teenager.&lt;br /&gt;psshhh who needs web journals anyways?&lt;br /&gt;oh hell who am I kidding&lt;br /&gt;they are fun as hell and we all crave a lil&lt;br /&gt;attention now and then but that's human nature&lt;br /&gt;don't fight it or deny it....&lt;br /&gt;Though I still wish i wasn't so awkward or dumb.&lt;br /&gt;I blame girls, they on extremely rare occasions&lt;br /&gt;do this to me.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; mantrain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps can you people who read this stop being dumb and&lt;br /&gt;read my poetry at least once? you might like it *pokes* huhhh&lt;br /&gt;huhh you know you wanna *poke*poke*&lt;br /&gt;www.violated.deviantart.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-115355469061973271?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/115355469061973271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=115355469061973271' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/115355469061973271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/115355469061973271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2006/07/wahla.html' title='Wahla'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-115233145801842097</id><published>2006-07-07T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:11:07.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me-ow</title><content type='html'>why do cat's meow it's like saying ME-OW!&lt;br /&gt;are they constantly in pain? I doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;they sleep to much for that to be the case.&lt;br /&gt;anywho I want to get an airsoft gun...&lt;br /&gt;Here are my choices:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P90, M4A1, M16A2, C7 or MP5K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what should I get?&lt;br /&gt;any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-115233145801842097?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/115233145801842097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=115233145801842097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/115233145801842097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/115233145801842097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2006/07/me-ow.html' title='Me-ow'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-115226603787061511</id><published>2006-07-07T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:11:07.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and jobs</title><content type='html'>I need to get a fucking job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; Mantrain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-115226603787061511?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/115226603787061511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=115226603787061511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/115226603787061511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/115226603787061511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2006/07/me-and-jobs.html' title='Me and jobs'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-115122908132511898</id><published>2006-06-25T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:11:07.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucker smacked up my glasses...whatta ho-bag</title><content type='html'>I was walking home and I saw a random fire and when I went to investigate it turned out to be a party, So I was like "hey, cool" so I wandered about saw everybody and in a matter of 15 I was on my way out but NoooOOOOOoooo life can't be that cool, so two kids start fighting(well one starts attacking the other) so I am like damnit...one of these kids I play rugby with so I broke up the fight unfortunatly the other ass(not my rugby mate) Swung at him and glanced my glasses breaking them...I really wanted that kid to give me a reason to destroy him like most pitbulls I meet...Luckily I managed to cool off and he ended up leaving...I am still not happy about the whole affair and I will be having a lengthy chat with my rugby mate needless to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**unhappy face**&lt;br /&gt;luckily I am in a good mood and stoked on monday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; mantrain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-115122908132511898?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/115122908132511898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=115122908132511898' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/115122908132511898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/115122908132511898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2006/06/fucker-smacked-up-my-glasseswhatta-ho.html' title='Fucker smacked up my glasses...whatta ho-bag'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-115075257576965457</id><published>2006-06-19T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:11:07.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well homefry's</title><content type='html'>I am sitting here&lt;br /&gt;with a massive headache wrapped in&lt;br /&gt;my favourite blanky&lt;br /&gt;pondering the success of drinking.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;stupid grad and it's stupidness.&lt;br /&gt;Well i s'pose it wasn't that bad&lt;br /&gt;I did get some KFC on the way back&lt;br /&gt;and it was fantastic&lt;br /&gt;mhm&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm thinkin I gotta call&lt;br /&gt;and book a drivers lesson&lt;br /&gt;and call mal to see if I can&lt;br /&gt;still get in to do a couple courses&lt;br /&gt;there&lt;br /&gt;Cuz dave would totally murder me if i didnt&lt;br /&gt;that's all i really have planned&lt;br /&gt;off off and away I guess&lt;br /&gt;Wait what the hell why does this blog have a pattern?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate me hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; mantrain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-115075257576965457?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/115075257576965457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=115075257576965457' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/115075257576965457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/115075257576965457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2006/06/well-homefrys.html' title='Well homefry&apos;s'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-115052962263856415</id><published>2006-06-17T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:11:07.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am spiteful</title><content type='html'>Do to certain circumstances&lt;br /&gt;I have a headache.&lt;br /&gt;when I get headaches i get spiteful.&lt;br /&gt;I want to spite someones feelings for my &lt;br /&gt;amusement. It would be enjoyable&lt;br /&gt;but in no way help my situation&lt;br /&gt;which makes it all the better.&lt;br /&gt;That and I....*incomplete though*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MHM....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxox&lt;br /&gt;dig it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt; Mantrain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-115052962263856415?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/115052962263856415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=115052962263856415' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/115052962263856415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/115052962263856415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-am-spiteful.html' title='I am spiteful'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-114998415114318944</id><published>2006-06-10T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:11:07.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm</title><content type='html'>More of me contemplating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am sitting here, feeling pretty chill.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is about me&lt;br /&gt;99.9% of the time i feel like me.&lt;br /&gt;Then every once and a while it's like bam&lt;br /&gt;who?what?why?&lt;br /&gt;And this usually carries on for a couple hours.&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it one bit.&lt;br /&gt;Like right now I feel like how I should feel&lt;br /&gt;I am happy, I know things make me sad, but&lt;br /&gt;i always know i'll have the will power to get out of them&lt;br /&gt;But then during moments, without any cause or spark&lt;br /&gt;I just feel out of body.&lt;br /&gt;yeah know how I see it, it's probably because If i am not in a familiar surrounding&lt;br /&gt;or at least not with COMPLETELY famaliar people&lt;br /&gt;i get anxious, It's something i gotta work on.&lt;br /&gt;Right now though all i wanna do is chill out, and&lt;br /&gt;Make music. God I wish sometimes me and my band were more organised&lt;br /&gt;it would be awesome to at least create a set.&lt;br /&gt;Mhm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dire consequences to simple actions, &lt;br /&gt;it's happening all around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; mantrain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-114998415114318944?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/114998415114318944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=114998415114318944' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/114998415114318944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/114998415114318944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2006/06/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-114993247099005411</id><published>2006-06-10T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:11:07.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I worth?</title><content type='html'>I am sitting here, discovering&lt;br /&gt;I don't need people,**edit**(people meaning those who I don't consider family)**edit** moreso i am uncomfortable with those&lt;br /&gt;who aren't completely familiar with me.&lt;br /&gt;and now I am starting to realise&lt;br /&gt;who my real family is.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys, thanks a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; mantrain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**edit**&lt;br /&gt;that last part isn't sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;and I boiled this down to me being moody,&lt;br /&gt;i didnt think i really got moody, *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;late at night when I'm left to think on my own&lt;br /&gt;I guesss sometimes things just take a turn for &lt;br /&gt;the worse.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I was a jerk to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;**edit**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-114993247099005411?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/114993247099005411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=114993247099005411' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/114993247099005411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/114993247099005411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-am-i-worth.html' title='What am I worth?'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-114983928422711180</id><published>2006-06-09T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:11:07.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this mother sucker is epic and you are a fool to read the whole thing</title><content type='html'>TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Richard David Clough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday: November 21th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Location: Everywhere lantzville mostly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color: Green/brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color: blonde&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Height: 5'11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right Handed or Left Handed: Right handed thank you very much&lt;br /&gt;but left for the occasional think such as punching people who do surveys in the face...Ow fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Heritage: a violent a bloody one no doubt. filled with death and the occasional frollicking in fields with puppies and daisies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Shoes You Wore Today: Runners, for running away from scary things like clowns or gay people...I mean overly happy people you homophobic fucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Weakness: Basic men weakness like annoying female hygene commercials and a few female ones to like chocolate &lt;br /&gt;and Horny men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Fears: The unknown, and steven siegal, or at least when he plays music! LAUGHOUTLOUD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Perfect Pizza: One with razor blade toppings and arsenic in it.... Not for me silly! for you! ;) &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year: gain super powers, become a human god, become a millionare, get a babe girlfriend, lose my virginity, say something intelligent.......what? I like to set impossible goals for myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger: Oh my, oh dear, oh gosh, you bet you (insert something preferably intelligent or tasty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts First Waking Up: mmmm, ahhh, that was a good sleep...hey crap No I AM AWAKE!!! NO I AM STILL TIRED WHY GOD WHY!!!!??!?! WHY MUST YOU BE SO UNFAIR! *tears* *lots of tears*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Best Physical Feature: My pudge, chub, lumpiness whatever guys it'll take me far in life and i don't care what you say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Bedtime: Anytime is bedtime! especially if someones going to bed with you ;) unless those mother fuckers are gonna steal your sheets...greedy bitches...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Most Missed Memory: Running have naked down my street in the pouring rain. it was exciting...until i realised I am an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: COKE! I love doing blow! specially of a hookers ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MacDonalds or Burger King: He's the fucking king? if I said anybody else he'd cut of my head or draw and quarter me. those commercials are just propaganda, he looks all nice then BAM! he kills your family and throws you in a jail to rot because you bought a burger at another grease pit. jeesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single or Group Dates: Both, specially when they are hot ladies, and their naked...making me wonderful foods then allowing me to make them wonderful foods and clean their apartments... hey wait, what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: any tea based sugar crystal will suffice for the destruction of your planet or making me hyper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: well we all know tom cruise likes vanilla! (lolz at vanilla sky)... but me I like chocolate, It's just better.&lt;br /&gt;NO not big black men. What are you? a homo?... NO not you tom cruise! please don't sue me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee: Coffee, cappuccino is like watered down coffee for pansies, Oh great you go to starbucks good job you just spent 5 bucks on sugar and beans blended together in a metero sexual fashion statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you Smoke: Cigars. Like real men do. Or people afraid to show who they really are and cower behind a manly front instead of showing their true sensitive self... :| But i do it cuz I am a real man. Mhm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you Swear: To some god if I continue writing ridiculous answers in here i am going to be hunted down by all the readers and killed by chris rock comedy tapes on repeat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you Sing: Beautifully too, reminiscent of an amphibian being emulsified under a wonderfully vibrant yellow tractor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you Shower Daily: Of course! and during which I do the above.&lt;br /&gt;and strangley because of which I keep finding plugged in electrical appliances hidden about my shower! oh my family! what practical jokers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you Been in Love: Many times, with food and myself and a couple other things like midgets! they are just so darned cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to go to College: post secondary schooling is for the non creative conformists unwilling to absorb knowledge on their own and willing to pay for the goverment to destroy their futures.&lt;br /&gt;Of course i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to get Married: Haha, if I can trick em into it with donuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get Motion Sickness: Only when i am reading a cosmo in the back of a sedan heading to shop in victoria...Shutup it was only a hypathetical situation....*shifty eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you are Attractive: Like a banana is to an orange you know like both fruits but one is more citrusy and one has a good potassium level...Uhm i don't know what that means either.&lt;br /&gt;yah I guess when i'm drunk. ON LIFE! Man getting drunk/high on life is hard I tried smoking a kitten the other day and it just didnt work, it was claws and blood and pain you know? hey I think i'm getting a little of topic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a Health Freak: sorta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\Do you get along with your Parents: sorta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like Thunderstorms: sorta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you play an Instrument: sorta, refer to singing in shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you Drank Alcohol: sorta, refer to kitten smoking/drunk on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you Smoked: sorta refer to manlyness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you been on Drugs: sorta refer to chris taking advantage of me...with drugs...*sigh* by making me use them while drunk...what a feg.... god i love him...like a brother...A non incestous one...*trys to crawl out of metaphorical hole*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you gone on a Date: there has been many dates in the past month like June 1rst, June 4rth! Every day is a date! what kind of question is this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you gone to a Mall: ROFLMAO@;;MALLXGOTHS;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos: Seriosly how in the hell does this question further your knowledge of me? Like oh wow RICK LIKES COOKIES! Big surprise! So do starving kids in africa you inconsiderate prick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you eaten Sushi:Nothing better then a squelling fish having its flesh slowly removed then still bleeding wrapped in rice for my enjoyment... I know it doesnt work that way. I am just sick. Not Michael Jackson sick more like Night of the Dead sick. I so don't touch little boys *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you been on Stage: I was reggie for shakespeare, archie comics and shakespeare whatup wit dat?&lt;br /&gt;no seriously. god damn idiots.wait i was in that play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you been Dumped: HAHAHA! I'm too cool to have a girlfriend to dump me ...I'm so lonely*crys self to sleep*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping: I love being naked and that includes in the water man I love knowing someones jumped into water my wang has been in, it's just so satisfying MMMM!...But no, No I have not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you Stolen Anything: I am thiefy, but not that thiefy...I stole this survey ha! i am clever like idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been Drunk: Refer to kitten smoking again wait that was so long ago in this survey I don't even know if it makes sense whatever. smoke some kittens and figure it out yourself. yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been called a Tease: Cuz I tease people! with tasty treats! like cookies and licorice... I did that with these two little german kids who were lost in a forest once I led them to this nice little old ladies house and the funny thing is it was made of gingerbread. she was really nice, invited me over for steaks the next day. and they were great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been Beaten up: *shudders at elementary school girls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever Shoplifted: I can't lift a whole shop? are you effing crazy? okay maybe a little one like a barby doll shop. but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you want to Die: Really messy, I cleaned up after society so they can clean up after me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to be when you Grow Up: I don't care as long as it's signifigant makes me happy and I am rich... that isn't too much to ask for is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What country would you most like to Visit: the future free republic state of Lantzville, we will rise through your ashes *clenches fist*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Eye Color: I don't care as long as they shoot lasers or meat! can never get enough meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Hair Color: again with the shooting of meat or lasers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short or Long Hair: Long hair cuz then if you like fell in a dark place or got stuck in a tree you could totally be like mah beard! then like shimmied down it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height: way didnt we go over this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight: Err me or someone else? cuz like fat people like me eat to much so I guess skinny people should get the benifit of the doubt. but I do believe in equality so we'll have us fatties eat the small people and go with it from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Clothing Style: anything I wear of course! I mean fashion faux is a french way of saying I am wearing really cool clothes! right? oh my...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of Drugs I have taken: Why do you ask me the same questions over and over again are you trying to humiliate me like they do in when they dress up in leather and whip each other for sexual pleasure? I didn't take that too far did I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of CDs I own: Enough to kill several ants if stack on each other then dropped on them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of Piercings: My nipple and my soul with pain for taking the time to finish this survey with such complicated and long unnescisary answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of Tattoos: Permantly mark my skin NEVER! or at least not until I can bling it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of things in my Past I Regret: Refer to piercing of pain in my soul over this survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU READ TO HERE I REALLY DO COMMEND YOU.&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time pity you, and question your sanity?&lt;br /&gt;Theres groups for people like you don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; Mantrain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps this survey was epic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-114983928422711180?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/114983928422711180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=114983928422711180' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/114983928422711180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/114983928422711180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-mother-sucker-is-epic-and-you-are.html' title='this mother sucker is epic and you are a fool to read the whole thing'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-114944855473868928</id><published>2006-06-04T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:11:07.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The next day</title><content type='html'>Well it's sunday.&lt;br /&gt;I am still in victoria&lt;br /&gt;which means I won't be able to make it to DnD*Tears*&lt;br /&gt;hhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like take this moment to say&lt;br /&gt;every one of you are ridonkulous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; mantrain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-114944855473868928?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/114944855473868928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=114944855473868928' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/114944855473868928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/114944855473868928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2006/06/next-day.html' title='The next day'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-114938642492720309</id><published>2006-06-03T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:11:07.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am pissy</title><content type='html'>I am pissy.&lt;br /&gt;And my aunt won't let me&lt;br /&gt; go to kincaide,apparently&lt;br /&gt;Going to shows is too dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;and to top it all off,  My 0ma is dying.&lt;br /&gt;And that's the worss part about it... I saw her&lt;br /&gt;a month ago, walking around I had some good conversations&lt;br /&gt;then two strokes later , fucked, Your brain is bleeding&lt;br /&gt;and there ain't a god damned fucking thing you can do about it.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahck! I am not happy about this one bit.&lt;br /&gt;And to top it all off. This is the weekend&lt;br /&gt;I promised NOT to get drunk.&lt;br /&gt;Now I wanna booze it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**EDIT**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breathes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah I am unhappy...I'll deal with it without having to party&lt;br /&gt;to take my mind off things.&lt;br /&gt;It's just frustrating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i managed to make it to kincaide.&lt;br /&gt;my god they blew my head off.&lt;br /&gt;mhm, sorry to those that couldnt see them.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I was solicited by the man who created&lt;br /&gt;microsoft and was also pals with jesus himself&lt;br /&gt;he didnt get any cash, but he sure was an interesting chap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**EDIT**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; mantrain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-114938642492720309?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-114914741106653669</id><published>2006-06-01T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:11:06.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>poetry</title><content type='html'>As a slight disclaimer a lot of my poetry's meaning is near the end so read through or you'll really think I'm a depressed individual.anywho heres a fresh bach straight from the cooker &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crutches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used them to go through the motions of fake feeling&lt;br /&gt;Of physical insecurity, no success&lt;br /&gt;Relearning my own two feet and reclaiming me&lt;br /&gt;Is more then difficult, I confess&lt;br /&gt;Throwing away these braces that hold me up from under my arms&lt;br /&gt;And using these legs that I possess&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been abusing them so long and I couldn’t understand why&lt;br /&gt;All because I was inhuman, no less&lt;br /&gt;Twisted and governed their every move like pawns&lt;br /&gt;I commanded them as if they were on a board of chess&lt;br /&gt;But who did it really leave dependant?&lt;br /&gt;It was I and only I, in the mess.&lt;br /&gt;That was my realization as it came to be and now I am resuming my normal pace&lt;br /&gt;Without the dependence of those crutches and it’s the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shadow&lt;br /&gt;a wisp&lt;br /&gt;your cool an crisp&lt;br /&gt;You flash&lt;br /&gt;in, you crash out&lt;br /&gt;of memory retained&lt;br /&gt;this being as I am seeing&lt;br /&gt;your spirit barely contained&lt;br /&gt;I cannot be refrained &lt;br /&gt;from saying&lt;br /&gt;your most defiantly&lt;br /&gt;something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s late,&lt;br /&gt;Nostalgia clouds my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;I’m late&lt;br /&gt;I really should begin to move ahead&lt;br /&gt;So late&lt;br /&gt;This procrastination of time must stop&lt;br /&gt;Too late&lt;br /&gt;I do believe I am stuck in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arranged to the final connection&lt;br /&gt;derranged to the least of perfection&lt;br /&gt;Why is it always natural selection?&lt;br /&gt;why are all the answers in the sky?&lt;br /&gt;Standing on solid ground &lt;br /&gt;can't even know it&lt;br /&gt;sit staring without a sound&lt;br /&gt;silence and acceptence&lt;br /&gt;a gentle acceptence&lt;br /&gt;In a world without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crash and burn&lt;br /&gt;Burn to learn&lt;br /&gt;It's the only way kid,&lt;br /&gt;it's the only way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning.&lt;br /&gt;Horrible,&lt;br /&gt;Tragic,&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Recover,&lt;br /&gt;Death,&lt;br /&gt;pain,&lt;br /&gt;Night.&lt;br /&gt;Discover&lt;br /&gt;Life,&lt;br /&gt;joy,&lt;br /&gt;Another Day,&lt;br /&gt;Another horizon&lt;br /&gt;The sun sets,&lt;br /&gt;and it will always rise again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------- --------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lick your teeth,&lt;br /&gt;The anticipation of the kill&lt;br /&gt;Coiled spring&lt;br /&gt;Tightened sinew&lt;br /&gt;Body anticipating&lt;br /&gt;Heart accelerating&lt;br /&gt;RELEASE!&lt;br /&gt;your control,&lt;br /&gt;Let go,&lt;br /&gt;Realize your falling&lt;br /&gt;with grace&lt;br /&gt;Hard unto the prey&lt;br /&gt;eyes widening&lt;br /&gt;irises dilating&lt;br /&gt;IMPACT!&lt;br /&gt;Render it within&lt;br /&gt;feel it's warmth&lt;br /&gt;Creeping into you&lt;br /&gt;feel it's death&lt;br /&gt;fresh inside you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-114914741106653669?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/114914741106653669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=114914741106653669' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/114914741106653669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/114914741106653669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2006/06/poetry.html' title='poetry'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-114828758138175905</id><published>2006-05-22T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:11:06.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am in a reflective mood</title><content type='html'>Well I decided stress was getting to me for some reason&lt;br /&gt;and well I shooed it away. I feel a lot better now.&lt;br /&gt;And to be frank I am getting back to who I think I should be&lt;br /&gt;and thats not giving a flying hoot about what people think unless&lt;br /&gt;I am directly harming them. Let your perspectives on me change&lt;br /&gt;I don't care, I'll love you the same. If some of my actions don't please you&lt;br /&gt;well I can't please everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update on the OMA: she is getting better, she's saying phrases now and then which is a lot better and her colours back :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update on Dave: He is still the grisled old fish dude he ever was.&lt;br /&gt;Update on John: Little shit as always&lt;br /&gt;Update on Rob: Big shit as always&lt;br /&gt;Update on Mom: Doing a lot better I am so happy and proud of her. She is getting normal again guys. you don't know how awesome this is. It's been like 1-2 months since she's done something psychotic.&lt;br /&gt;Update on Fatkid: still fat still awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho I think i'm gonna do the thing alleah about people it looked fun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You, as indessiscive and irrational as you can be, will always be&lt;br /&gt;my fish brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You have the possibility of me considering you like family if only you stopped judging me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You can be a little foward but I see our friend ship blosoming into something special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You are like my secret friend. despite me not really ever talking about you I enjoy talking to you SO much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. you can be quite the jackass. but you know I love you to death for it as well as being an amazing friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I never thought I could dislike someone as strongly as I to you. But You won't let go of the past and to be frank it doesnt hurt me it just makes you look worse and worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You are my sibling that should of been. I would do almost anything for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Wow pretty much met you. did some crazy things. and now consider you quite cool. I have no reason not to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I am uncomfortable around you but i guess I'm just as much to blame for that. i do think however you are really darn cool to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. your like a hotter younger version of what I wanted to be. bastard. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'll finish off with a poem for all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your like a core&lt;br /&gt;strong together and so much more&lt;br /&gt;I am like your flesh&lt;br /&gt;I cling to your structure for support&lt;br /&gt;only as a last resort&lt;br /&gt;because though I hold my own&lt;br /&gt;it's only most of the time&lt;br /&gt;that's why some days your shoulder is a second home&lt;br /&gt;of mine&lt;br /&gt;And this is the clearest sign&lt;br /&gt;that no matter happens&lt;br /&gt;if things get worse or get better&lt;br /&gt;You'll be in my heart forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; Mantrain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-114828758138175905?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/114828758138175905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=114828758138175905' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/114828758138175905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/114828758138175905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-am-in-reflective-mood.html' title='I am in a reflective mood'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-114823675600140627</id><published>2006-05-21T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:11:06.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuckin A</title><content type='html'>I am Djing a wedding today&lt;br /&gt;and fuck I feel Like i am going to throw up, I am nervous.&lt;br /&gt;Yeahhhh....&lt;br /&gt;So I realise I've been a sleaze ball lately.&lt;br /&gt;To be honest I'm not sure about what I'm going to do about that.&lt;br /&gt;apparently it's changing me away from who I used to be. Now I don't think it&lt;br /&gt;is but I don't know what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;Am I becoming some irratating jack ass?&lt;br /&gt;Or am I still Rick?&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I think i need to figure this one out for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; Mantrain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-114823675600140627?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/114823675600140627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=114823675600140627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/114823675600140627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/114823675600140627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2006/05/fuckin.html' title='Fuckin A'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-114766009773716755</id><published>2006-05-14T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:11:06.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleaze ball</title><content type='html'>I said I wasn't going to buy a 2-6 ever again.&lt;br /&gt;I did. Annnd well lets just say that night was a lil&lt;br /&gt;crazy...even for me. I wonder what piraty adventures&lt;br /&gt;captain morgan will take me on next time?&lt;br /&gt;We'll just have to wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; mantrain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-114766009773716755?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/114766009773716755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=114766009773716755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/114766009773716755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/114766009773716755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2006/05/sleaze-ball.html' title='sleaze ball'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-114731310682317196</id><published>2006-05-10T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:11:06.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry</title><content type='html'>I have been meaning to put this in rant form for a while.&lt;br /&gt;But for those of you that write I am sure you can agree.&lt;br /&gt;All the poetry I see posted to read these days&lt;br /&gt;is so self centered&lt;br /&gt;sure poetry revolves around ones emotions but half&lt;br /&gt;the shit I am reading is journal poetry. A reflection on ones self.&lt;br /&gt;I don't see why writers make the choice to let others see this.&lt;br /&gt;To be frank most of it is boring and unoriginal no matter how well written.&lt;br /&gt;Poetry these days has been so raped and misused by teenagers it sickens me.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly this comes from a teenager who writes poetry so how valid is my point.&lt;br /&gt;OH well at least I don't whine through my poetry 24 fucking 7.&lt;br /&gt;If I wanted to whine I would say:&lt;br /&gt;I had a bad day this is why: reasons etc.&lt;br /&gt;Yah know what i gotta stop reading nex/myspace/blogger/deviantart poetry.&lt;br /&gt;It's all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is black&lt;br /&gt;Black Black Black&lt;br /&gt;Blackity Mc Black Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am indescisive.&lt;br /&gt;feel my pain&lt;br /&gt;It is like rain&lt;br /&gt;pouring down&lt;br /&gt;my black eyeliner&lt;br /&gt;Like my black soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking goth pricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; Mantrain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-114731310682317196?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/114731310682317196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=114731310682317196' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/114731310682317196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/114731310682317196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2006/05/poetry.html' title='Poetry'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-114681394866862796</id><published>2006-05-05T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:11:06.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate indescision</title><content type='html'>Anywho I believe this blog is a note to myself and the few that read it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care anymore. Not in a bad way. I just don't care about&lt;br /&gt;this little petty shit anymore. I thought you should all know that&lt;br /&gt;despite it being quite obvious in my earlier posts. I'm just kinda pissed&lt;br /&gt;cause I put time and energy into caring about my actions for a little bit&lt;br /&gt;to appease one person. That was a waste of time. I think I'm&lt;br /&gt;going to listen to my brother for once on the whole Fuck 'em all!&lt;br /&gt;theory. The few I love and care about and the others I respect and appreciate&lt;br /&gt;this isn't really aimed at you. Yet it seams I kinda am, for the fact that no matter what, sometimes you guys can be really big dicks. When you do that&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know I stop caring so much for you. And if you want to break&lt;br /&gt;any bonds I formed with you just keep bending it. I won't feel the least bit hurt.&lt;br /&gt;This world has plenty of nice people that won't test that.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I'm bitter tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I believe bed is order for me&lt;br /&gt;NOTE TO SELF: Stop drinking in two weeks for at least two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; Ricky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-114681394866862796?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/114681394866862796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=114681394866862796' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/114681394866862796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/114681394866862796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-hate-indescision.html' title='I hate indescision'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-114603118628408957</id><published>2006-04-25T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:11:06.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late at night</title><content type='html'>So I find I draw and write best late at night.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna post this than hit myself several times for&lt;br /&gt;being lazy with english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a lyric I named love trip for now.&lt;br /&gt;Best read aloud, enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You snap,&lt;br /&gt;A branch off a dead tree&lt;br /&gt;Walking slowly.&lt;br /&gt;Walk with me&lt;br /&gt;Anytime you want&lt;br /&gt;Anything you need&lt;br /&gt;Darling I’m ready&lt;br /&gt;And time is fading&lt;br /&gt;So do me a favor&lt;br /&gt;and Don’t leave me waiting&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;please close your Eyes&lt;br /&gt;I’ll take anywhere&lt;br /&gt;I’ll take you anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me where&lt;br /&gt;I’ll take you anywhere&lt;br /&gt;please close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And tell me where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You crack&lt;br /&gt;Open a can of pop&lt;br /&gt;Moving forward&lt;br /&gt;Need to stop&lt;br /&gt;A break you want?&lt;br /&gt;A break you got.&lt;br /&gt;But darling I’m ready&lt;br /&gt;And time is fading&lt;br /&gt;Please do me a favour&lt;br /&gt;And don’t leave me waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please close your Eyes&lt;br /&gt;I’ll take anywhere&lt;br /&gt;I’ll take you anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me where&lt;br /&gt;I’ll take you anywhere&lt;br /&gt;please close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And tell me where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look&lt;br /&gt;At the distance we’ve come&lt;br /&gt;from our plateau&lt;br /&gt;a long run&lt;br /&gt;Is this all there is?&lt;br /&gt;You, me and the sun&lt;br /&gt;Well lets keep going&lt;br /&gt;our time is fading&lt;br /&gt;Let’s get higher&lt;br /&gt;New levels of creating.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;please close your Eyes&lt;br /&gt;I’ll take anywhere&lt;br /&gt;I’ll take you anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me where&lt;br /&gt;I’ll take you anywhere&lt;br /&gt;please close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And tell me where&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for a little rant. I would just like to say. No I am not effected by any insults I recieve. I am actually more dissapointed with the people around me. For two months straight you've called me a fag. It's funner when you come up with something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for a second rant.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't care for drama of any sort. Drama is on the most part unnescissary and childish. People need to get over themselves and take a look at the world around them. Quite being so fucking self centered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and on a final note, If you honestly don't like the things I do. That's your problem. I am who I am and I rarely regret my actions or words.***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; Ricky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***unless alcohol is involved. BUT that my dears is a whole different story :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-114603118628408957?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/114603118628408957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=114603118628408957' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/114603118628408957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/114603118628408957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2006/04/late-at-night.html' title='Late at night'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-114480492556213310</id><published>2006-04-11T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:11:06.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypnosis</title><content type='html'>I was hypnotised today.&lt;br /&gt;It was intense.&lt;br /&gt;I kind of got a headache so i don't feel like explaining&lt;br /&gt;Bug me. Like IrL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; Ricky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps R.I.P. Flakk Warmug Ironfist. May his thunderous laughter and ham sized fists live on in every dwarfs heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-114480492556213310?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/114480492556213310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=114480492556213310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/114480492556213310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/114480492556213310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2006/04/hypnosis.html' title='Hypnosis'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-114429774048689806</id><published>2006-04-05T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:11:06.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>meanest thing</title><content type='html'>Allrighty say the most horrible thing you can think of too me it can be real or fake...AND It can't be generic...It has to relate to me somehow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do it...gimme your worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; Ricky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-114429774048689806?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/114429774048689806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=114429774048689806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/114429774048689806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/114429774048689806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2006/04/meanest-thing.html' title='meanest thing'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-114420027231499488</id><published>2006-04-04T18:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:11:06.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids story time!</title><content type='html'>Large Lad Farva by Richard D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once there was this lad name Farva. He was a large lad. I am not talking fat large I'm talking unconventionally large. He actually loomed over the largest man in town. Unfortunately all the other lads made fun of him and his large ways. Now normally a man of these "magnum" proportions would just crush any opposition under his uncannily large bulk. But now you see, Farva wasn't any giant, he was a gentle giant. He was afraid of almost everything including baby bunny rabbits. They were his worse fear. Anywho one day at school all the kids were making fun of farva saying mean things such as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey largo! Why don't you become larger so you won't fit places anymore!"&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;"Afraid of a lil' Wunny Wabbit!" ( that one was usually proceded by an impression of a bunny and chasing Farva around the school)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well like most things the teasing left Farva in tears. In his anger and his hurt Farva decided to flee the town and his worries! Find a new town where no-one would never-ever make fun of him. And there would be NO bunnies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Farva packed his things in a bag tied them on the end of a stick (for carrying purposes) and left the town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about an hour or two of walking Farva started to feel a bit homesick. He missed his mom and his dad. And just an hour later Farva thought he may of been a bit too rash and started home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once he was in sight of his town he noticed smoke rising from one of the buildings. Farva curious and scared ran towards the smoke to see it was coming from the burning school house!&lt;br /&gt;Somebody was screaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MAH BABY! MAH LIL BABY! HE'S TRAPPED INSIDE!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farva looked for the firemen who were no where in sight.&lt;br /&gt;Farva panicked.&lt;br /&gt;A million thoughts rushed through his head but one stuck out. The fact there was kids trapped inside those flames.&lt;br /&gt;Then something snapped in Farva without thinking he leaped through a wall of flames into the building. He raced down the halls looking for survivors keeping as low as his largeness could. He saw a group of boys huddling in a corner crying. Farva knew what he had to do. In one fell swoop, his two large arms wrapped around all of the boys and darted for the exit to make his escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then out of no where. Like a demon emerging from the fiery pits of hell itself a tiny, furry white, with a black spot over the eye, baby bunny hopped in front of Farva. Farva yelped and jumped back almost dropping the boys. He then realized that the bunny was just trying to escape like him. A little animal that, all its life, had been picked on by other animals like the vicious eagle and the ferocious cat. Farva realized the bunny was just like him. Albeit a little on the small side.&lt;br /&gt;Farva then scooped up the bunny knowing he had to do it. The bunny deserved to live like everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;Then with all the boys and the white, with a black spot over the eye, bunny Farva escaped the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The firemen made it shortly after and doused the flame. Farva was made a town hero and all the children loved him and played with him. Farva was pretty happy. He was loved by all and had even conquered his worse fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years later you can still see Farva now the largest man on the world. Not using his big arms or his big legs to bully people but his big heart to save lives. You see, Farva opened up a baby bunny orphanage in town and it has become very successful. Farva is even a volunteer fire firefighter who has saved the department a lot of money in rams and ladders. The thing that makes him the happiest though at these times is his best friend, a little white rabbit with a black spot over it’s eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-114420027231499488?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/114420027231499488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=114420027231499488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/114420027231499488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/114420027231499488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2006/04/kids-story-time_04.html' title='Kids story time!'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-114370341847954737</id><published>2006-03-29T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:11:06.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just rifting here gimme a hand :)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curiosity is going to be the death of me.&lt;br /&gt;The statement.&lt;br /&gt;curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;North wind crisp and cool.&lt;br /&gt;South wind breath of the fool.&lt;br /&gt;East wind murderous scenes.&lt;br /&gt;West wind kings and queens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sights Sounds Smells&lt;br /&gt;and church bells ringing&lt;br /&gt;Cultural fever bringing&lt;br /&gt;a frenzy of flesh&lt;br /&gt;a moral test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all i got right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; Ricky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-114370341847954737?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/114370341847954737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=114370341847954737' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/114370341847954737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/114370341847954737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-rifting-here-gimme-hand.html' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-114352146967123527</id><published>2006-03-27T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:11:06.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>These arn't new but I should update.</title><content type='html'>First all I will give you a tidbit of my poetry...If you wanna see more ask... I have a SHIT load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my newest and I really pride myself in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came in a daze&lt;br /&gt;Fire coursed through his veins&lt;br /&gt;A mistake tide to his tongue&lt;br /&gt;He allowed truth to stumble&lt;br /&gt;Into the aggressors ears&lt;br /&gt;And was berated with sound.&lt;br /&gt;Then he left, he just left.&lt;br /&gt;Only a note in his absence&lt;br /&gt;It stated he was weighed by&lt;br /&gt;The sorrow of his decisions&lt;br /&gt;And in an attempt to make amends&lt;br /&gt;He searched for 10 feet&lt;br /&gt;Of twined mortality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was dark, cold.&lt;br /&gt;The air was crisp, damp.&lt;br /&gt;I had lost part of my holy trinity&lt;br /&gt;I waited by the couch side&lt;br /&gt;Fists clenched tight&lt;br /&gt;Eyes peeled back&lt;br /&gt;No sight of my blood&lt;br /&gt;just a distracting tower of light.&lt;br /&gt;I broke down and caved in&lt;br /&gt;To my bodily desires&lt;br /&gt;I fell fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a few hours later&lt;br /&gt;I pulled the wounded beast from&lt;br /&gt;It’s place of rest.&lt;br /&gt;It was covered in clods&lt;br /&gt;Of brown and green debris&lt;br /&gt;And nearly reared as we Tamed it.&lt;br /&gt;Only the night before&lt;br /&gt;He was riding it,&lt;br /&gt;A gallant white stallion&lt;br /&gt;Doomed to disfigurement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connection after connection We tried&lt;br /&gt;And we received either dial tone&lt;br /&gt;Or worse&lt;br /&gt;Our minds created horrid images&lt;br /&gt;That clouded the truth&lt;br /&gt;And brought us tender agony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battle was lost&lt;br /&gt;And we were rounding up&lt;br /&gt;Our souls for a retreat&lt;br /&gt;And the beautiful sun&lt;br /&gt;Rose again&lt;br /&gt;And charms gathered at our feet.&lt;br /&gt;Rivers flowed from our vision&lt;br /&gt;Rivers filled with life.&lt;br /&gt;The auditory couldn’t of been more&lt;br /&gt;Welcome&lt;br /&gt;And as we found the last piece to our puzzle&lt;br /&gt;We glued ourselves to him&lt;br /&gt;And felt the purest of joys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that bitch was pre'ee long.&lt;br /&gt;And some other things I would like to update.&lt;br /&gt;Rants because If I am ever to write anything personally heart wrenching on here&lt;br /&gt;I would slap myself...not like rants aren't usually caused by something frustrating or personal *cough* *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly what bothers me the most is when teenagers/people whine about how hard life is and all their problems specially when you do it on an internet profile. If your looking for sympathy don't look here. Everybody has fucking problems. You just DEAL with them you don't post them on your fucking nex/myspace/msn name and expect people to feel pain for you. Get the fuck over yourselfs You self centered sons-of-bitches. If you honestly need to tell someone your fucking problems go to a councellar or a good friend DO NOT, I REPEAT, DO NOT post it in your fucking blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNND Another thing that was really bothering me in rant format.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost on me is the fact teenagers are such children. How they act and literally. Were still young... WERE STILL YOUNG! right so... why is everyone so obsessed with acting older? It's strange....wait, even more confusing is to as why do these people also not want to get older and face life after high school?My advice: Live for the moment, for that moment won't ever come again. At the moment living sucks? Plenty more moments in your life that are going to be better. Think life's going to be horrible when you get out of highschool? Defiantly not, Different not horrible...just different. AND FOR PETE'S SAKE! Don't get caught up in a moment! they come and go and if your stuck on that one you'll get left behind.That's my philosophy 101 for today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of those are old but I thought i would spread them about...&lt;br /&gt;I would just like to close by saying that you shouldn't feel the need to spill your guts on your web log when you have friends that care for and love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And trust me I love most*** you guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; Ricky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** I say most Cuz I have no clue who reads this...if I know you I likely care a whole lot for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-114352146967123527?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/114352146967123527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=114352146967123527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/114352146967123527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/114352146967123527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2006/03/these-arnt-new-but-i-should-update.html' title='These arn&apos;t new but I should update.'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-114283386131787588</id><published>2006-03-19T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:11:06.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well dang,&lt;br /&gt;A point was brought up today&lt;br /&gt;that shook my future&lt;br /&gt;not in a bad way&lt;br /&gt;Just note I think i'm gonna explore a few different&lt;br /&gt;avenues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; Ricky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps I have given up on most of the human race.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-114283386131787588?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/114283386131787588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=114283386131787588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/114283386131787588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/114283386131787588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2006/03/well-dang-point-was-brought-up-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-114209645291345017</id><published>2006-03-11T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:11:06.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emoticon</title><content type='html'>I love life.&lt;br /&gt;honestly, I love it...&lt;br /&gt;not Like I am encedibly enjoying it(though I am)&lt;br /&gt; but love the concept of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing people, life, You should learn to love it too if you don't already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; Ricky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-114209645291345017?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/114209645291345017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=114209645291345017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/114209645291345017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/114209645291345017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2006/03/emoticon.html' title='Emoticon'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-113929817093140884</id><published>2006-02-06T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:11:06.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caring Devil Reinvention but all backwards and still with a lot missing.</title><content type='html'>Ha...Ha...Ha.&lt;br /&gt;My life Is in a pit but my conscience is standing on the brim of the abyss laughing.&lt;br /&gt;I am slowly but surely magnificant and wicked with my actions&lt;br /&gt;But I cannot be held to them.&lt;br /&gt;This description of me is heavily biased. But so is the earth.&lt;br /&gt;It is more inclined to recover then to deteriorate.&lt;br /&gt;Quite like myself.&lt;br /&gt;But that is off topic.&lt;br /&gt;Me as a topic.&lt;br /&gt;Strange topic.&lt;br /&gt;Let's analyse that word " topic"&lt;br /&gt;Split in half you recieve "to pic" Or "to pick".&lt;br /&gt;Something i was never good at&lt;br /&gt;Gut feelings are my rockets fuel and I am in space.&lt;br /&gt;My feet are sure and steady but my head wavers in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;I blame my blood. Bad blood if I was ever asked.&lt;br /&gt;That is ok though because my wavering head has really nice support beams.&lt;br /&gt;not required but always there to help.&lt;br /&gt;Made of really good thick steel.&lt;br /&gt;It is simply ingenious the construct wich holds me up&lt;br /&gt;Without one support beam all the other beams would collapse.&lt;br /&gt;In technicallity I am a support beam.&lt;br /&gt;But I am also quite a bit more.&lt;br /&gt;I relate well with machines and probably because of my steel nature.&lt;br /&gt;Being made of steel is nice.&lt;br /&gt;But there is faults I feel strongly drawn to magnets, I am ductile and malleable to an extent.&lt;br /&gt;and when melted down I can be kind of fluid with myself.&lt;br /&gt;But i can be turned into the perfect weapon!&lt;br /&gt;Which is nice occasionally&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes an accidental discharge causes People to get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I am not cold steel though i think it'd be nice to be.&lt;br /&gt;I am everything a young human male should be&lt;br /&gt;yet in my own mind I am my own person&lt;br /&gt;And to be honest I am what I  created and&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't ask for a better creation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-113929817093140884?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/113929817093140884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=113929817093140884' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/113929817093140884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/113929817093140884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2006/02/caring-devil-reinvention-but-all.html' title='Caring Devil Reinvention but all backwards and still with a lot missing.'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-111466326158671116</id><published>2005-04-27T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:11:06.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hairy bastards!</title><content type='html'>I do not know what all this god damned hype about pirates is? Actually let me answer my own question. It's that so called "heart throb" Johhnny Depp (For all of the untainted He's the one who played that emo dude in edward scissor hands). So Johhnny decides to play a drunk pirate in a popular movie called pirates of the carribean designed after a Ride in disney land, Yes that IS what it was Written after. Well, So everyones brainwashed by this movie. Why is it that everytime the media glorifies something it becomes cool? Us white North americans are so bloody media driven it's sad. YES THAT MEANS YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going to critically deconstruct a pirate to see if they have anything attractive about them instead of this image media pasted on them...&lt;br /&gt;First off they don't shower and smell like shit that means they dont clean their hair and most likely have lice. They rape and pillage villages/ boats. That means they fuck anything with a hole in it Women/kids/animals&lt;br /&gt;And by now have contracted some sort of veneral disease probably Genital worts or genital herpies. MmmmMMMMmmm OPEN SORES how ATTRACTIVE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Next most are ugly and disfigured. When they arn't raping  they are out at see for months. So most of them engage in well...Sex with other men, No they don't wear their rubbers and don't wash. So just like your hands If your gonna a get them dirty your going to get everything they touch dirty. If I was a chick I totally would not dig that.&lt;br /&gt;Again so they are out for months at sea. Most get scurvy and have no teeth HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So If you don't care how vile and disgusting this person is on the outside lets take a look on the inside of a pirate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obnoxious Fuckers who are full of themselves. They have no idea of manners they'll Burp in your face and smells like they dissembowelled themselves if your around them for more then five minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they are a bit rough around the edges they still might be smart individuals? No they are no different then the street scum you see robbing old ladies and raping kids.  I guess if you took Osama And stuck a boat under his feet and taught him to say Arrrr All the girls in the world would want him even if he fucks donkeys....&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah there intelligence, I guess I get carried away with how fucked they are. So They can't read and can't write. Man that must suck and all you can draw are shitty maps that a kid in grade 2 could easily outdraw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So their you have it folks before you want to become a pirate or want to fuck one. Beware Your dick/vagina will fall off due to veneral disease and you'll be driven insane by horrible Sounds, smells and stupidity of being around a pirate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what the hell the next topic will be but it'll be pre'ee cool I'll give yah that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-111466326158671116?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111466326158671116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=111466326158671116' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/111466326158671116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/111466326158671116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2005/04/hairy-bastards.html' title='Hairy bastards!'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-111466185212016117</id><published>2005-04-27T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:11:05.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You suck more then me.</title><content type='html'>You just do. I'm sorry it has to be this way...Actually I'm not because you REALLY suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next topic:  Pirates are really starting to piss me off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-111466185212016117?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111466185212016117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=111466185212016117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/111466185212016117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/111466185212016117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2005/04/you-suck-more-then-me.html' title='You suck more then me.'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-111428459162627888</id><published>2005-04-23T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:11:05.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/250/5364/640/grem.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/250/5364/320/grem.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The innocent look hides the fact he's here to kill you all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-111428459162627888?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111428459162627888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=111428459162627888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/111428459162627888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/111428459162627888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2005/04/innocent-look-hides-fact-hes-here-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-111327586859006731</id><published>2005-04-11T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:11:05.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damned goons!</title><content type='html'>Blood sucka's all of em creeping out of there holes to piss you and me off. You know what I'm talking about: Vampires. Anywho Before I get to that I must elaborate on the show a couple weekends ago the kincaide one. It was amazing best show to hit town. Now back onto the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          So I still havn't decided what pisses me off more. Vampires, or people that pretend to be them. Yes this is loosely tied into last post because they are usually the same people with the makeup dealy and all. Anywhom, Continuing to as why they piss me off and a couple theories about them. FIRST: They are freeloaders! Most don't pay rent tax or dick all! And we provide their FUCKING health care! WAIT!? VAMPIRES NEED HEALTH CARE? Damn rights especially those pansie ass ones that take blood from blood banks that could be saving children and suck it all to themselves. They live for ever like the greedy fucks they are and just suck the economy out of the area they stay in as fast as they suck the blood out of a human. If they weren't required to be meat/blood drink/eaters they would be vegan assholes promoting their agenda. They also act like the world owes them something and we should all feel sorry for their bitch asses. TOO BAD YOU GET TO LIVE FOREVOR! DEAL WITH IT YOU ARISTOCRATIC ASSHOLES! And aristrocrats is right. They live like them. In there own frivolous way. They aren't couragous, brave or even wise. They big effen pussies that take advantage of women in the night. ANOTHER WORD FOR THAT IS PERVERT!!!!!!! Fuckers. Don't believe their pussies? THEY CAN'T STAND eating healthy foods like garlic. They need what they want: blood. Now personally If I'm gonna give a pint to these assholes I want something in return and not immortality because Im too much of a pansie to face my own demise. But no they can't do dick all to pay anyone back. Because If you wanted em to work it off they'd have to be outside in the sun to do the tasks you need 'em to do like build you a shed. But no they have to do it at night because their pansies asses can't stand a 'lil tan. And that doesn't work because then you have to pay for damned lighting so they can get the work done and then your not making anything out of this deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you know Vampires are assholes heres what you do about them. Carve yourself a few stakes and eat a good garlic sandwich. If you ever see a blood sucka you should be prepared to fuck em up! even if they are all like "I'll give you immortality with my divine kiss yadda yadda emo bullshit yadda yadda" Or blow there heads off with a shotty that works too. Thanks for your time next topic will Be: You suck more than me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-111327586859006731?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111327586859006731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=111327586859006731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/111327586859006731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/111327586859006731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2005/04/damned-goons.html' title='Damned goons!'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-111118681734258385</id><published>2005-03-18T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:11:05.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again...again...again...</title><content type='html'>Yay post Numero two. If people only read these. Meh. I'm feeling pretty good right now. Spring break's 'round the corner and I'm hella stoked on that. April.3 Death from above 1979, kincaide, controller controller, veritas and some other band are playing and Im getting tickets so that's rad. But enough about me that isnt why I created a blog. I created this to write random stupid shit for people to read and ponder my sanity about. By the by I'm open to suggestions on topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today's (topic) is... Angsty teens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me. You know I hate angsty teens. More so I hate all those angsty teen bands out there right now. Wahhh Wahhh Homework Wahhh Wahhh My problems are really bad Wahhh you get the point. It dissapoints me that so much energy is spent on complaining these days through music. I remember back in the day when musicians had something important to say or wrote music that made you feel good. Now a days I keep hearing all this Bull about how hard it is to be a kid. More so a kid in north america. Cuz' We white rich suburbanites have so MANY problems. You know Besides NOT suffering from poverty, aids, and famine we have it pretty bad. Also too much eye liner looks dumb. If you feel you need to draw it on so it looked like you cryed because your so emotional why don't you just cry? It should be easy you have such a hard life right? I didn't think so. Instead you just imitate it so you look sad. Here's something for you, You DON'T look SAD you LOOK like an idiot who screwed up on there make up and kept adding more to fix it till it became this black mess on your face. Now to all the people that say they want to die. Why do you keep living? The only reason you say that is you want attention. So when you pansies are done whining about your new lexus's sound system and pick up some real issues then complain but until then Grow up you big babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that concludes todays topic next topic will be Vampires/Vampire hunting.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Stix:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-111118681734258385?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111118681734258385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=111118681734258385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/111118681734258385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/111118681734258385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2005/03/againagainagain.html' title='Again...again...again...'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11147427.post-110963105852340386</id><published>2005-02-28T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:11:05.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well...</title><content type='html'>I suck, you suck we all suck. The truth behind that title? Everyone sucks. Why you ask? Well at one point in your life you must really crap out on something. It's true. No one perfect. So at one point in your life you have sucked or will completly suck at something. It's a fact of life get over it. Now onto something interesting for the masses. And by masses I mean the pointless few that read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this is my first post I guess I will anounce how this came to be.&lt;br /&gt;Allright buckle down this story of how I spawned this will be so amazing it'll actually blow your socks off. Ok, here it is... I was sick. Yup that is right. I was sick so I made this.(by the way, me being sick is just proof that we all suck because everytime you get sick it is because your immunity system decided to crap out and therefore because it is YOUR immunity system you in turn crap out and therefore suck.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything else I want to include In this first post? not really. I want to finish the rest of the blog making process so until next time YOU SUCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11147427-110963105852340386?l=isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110963105852340386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11147427&amp;postID=110963105852340386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/110963105852340386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11147427/posts/default/110963105852340386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuckyousuckweallsuck.blogspot.com/2005/02/well.html' title='Well...'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14693894221808834144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c337/Lantzville/kitkat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
