the cockroach confederacy

ever have one of those really bad days? you know, when desperation sets in and the only thing you could think of doing was screaming at the top of yer lungs from the nearest rooftop? this is kind of like that, except I didn't have to break into my neighbors yard and do all that stupid climbing up to the roof shit. oh, that and its alot easier to yell when your actual voice doesn't interfere so much.

Friday, September 23, 2005

Story Time

ok, so once upon a time there was this really pissed off guy who lived in a really pissed off town called Las Vegas, Nevada. I believe it was in the country of Afghanistan, but i could be wrong.

it happens.

so one day he decides he might make it as a screenwriter. yeah, I fuckin know. all the screenwriters live in L.A. Afghanistan. so fuckin what. He was trying to be different.

anyways, to make a long story short (and or spare you the horrific details that I know you love so well) he sucked at it soooo bad that noone would even read his scripts. even his sister. he had to pretty much bribe her with cash offerings for her to even pretend that she read them.

life sucks. sometimes a bunch. anyone that tells you different is trying to sell somthing.

the guy just stole that from a movie, thus an example of how much he sucks at writing screenplays.

back to the goddamn story.

one day our protagonist figures he should at least try something. considering the disgusting popularity of the "blog", he figures thats as good a thing as any.

the end. he died after that.

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