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I'll settle your argument Lio. You can definitely call a girl a cunt and not hate her. I can call Wilson an asshole and not hate him. I called my ex boyfriend a shit head all the time, wait, bad example. You call a girl a bitch and don't really mean it. It's the same thing. You can call a girl a cunt, but don't expect her to like it. I think I'm the only girl that I know that doesn't really mind the word cunt. Whatever, it's just a fucking word, like any other word. Big deal. I hate girls who make a big thing over nothing at all. Man, I'm so glad I'm not a lesbian. I hate girls. They're petty and stupid and emotional. Bah. Anyway, so Krisha can be a cunt and that doesn't mean you hate her.

Another post is on the way...

1212 Out.

I've come to realize people are waaaay too sensitive about words. Case in point. Last night I was on the phone with Krisha. We were talking about how she and Spo hooked up much to my chagrin. I said something to the effect of "Yeah, that little antic landed you on my cunt list". And she was all like "How could you say that! That's the worst thing you could call a woman! Why did you pretend like you liked me when you hated me!" And I was like "No, I still liked you... I just thought you were a cunt at the time. You can think of a girl as a cunt and still not hate her." So she asked me to get an impartial judge.

Around this time some random girl walks into our apartment... our next door neighbor I think. She was talking, and I was like, "Excuse me, can you settle an arguement for me? Can you call a girl a cunt and not hate her?" She got this shitty look on her face and was like "I hate that word... So no!" and fluttered off.

I guess little instances like this are the reason I don't have a girlfriend... It takes a special kind of woman to understand me and the things I say. I'm so freakin' smooth... hehehehe

Pray or hope or whatever you do. Stay safe, friends. Right on, Lio.

Are you scared dad? Justin asked in a tone that told his father he was. Yes son, but thats ok, being scared is nothing to be ashamed of. See son, your grandfather was a solider in world war two. He thought that America was worth the life of more than one man, he knew weather or not he lived through the night that freedom was being defended, and thats whats going on now. And so Mark stayed and watch his son fall asleep a look of comfort on his face feeling safe in his bed, in his house, the one place we should all feel safe. But Mark knew, he knew that we could never have that feeling of safety again. Our home was invaded, our sleep disturbed, never again would we feel able to have that perfect sleep. He left his sons room that night perhaps for the last time, walking into the hallway of his house, taking a good long look at the ugly dark brown carpet his wife Julie had picked out, hoping that he would come back and be able to rip that shit out. He walked down his stairs all 13 of them counting them one at a time remembering the nights at Christmas sneaking down so quietly to put presents under the tree he and his son and wife had decorated the night before. He looked at the picture of his father on the mantle; he never thought that he made him proud; hopefully this will make him proud. He picked up that dark green duffle bag with the bold printing that said U.S. ARMY on the side, he stepped outside his house taking it in for one last time to remember what it is hes fighting for. He looked up at the window of his sons room, Yes son, I am scared. He got into the car with his wife, he looked at her, her long brown hair flowing just over her shoulder and deep brown eyes looking more worried and nervous than on there wedding day, he kissed her, Im coming back baby, dont you worry about me, I promise. She just looked at him, a tear forming in her eye, and grabbed him and held him tight like she was trying to make him a part of her, bring him into her so that they were one. And after a long time she let him go and he sat back and started their 1998 Dodge Durango and made that long drive to the train station

Rant about death.

Mary Alden, December 31, 1920 - September 17, 1995.

My grandmother died 6 years ago today. She lived in the apartment downstairs from me and I spent more time with her in the 14 years that I had with her, than I spent with anyone else in my life. I went through her apartment in the morning to say goodbye to her before I left for school. When I came home, it was straight to her apartment to tell her all about school and do my homework. On rainy days we played cards and made brownies. On summer days she sat by the pool while I swam. On sleepless nights, I'd go downstairs and eat peanut butter and crackers with her. She was my support, my wall which I could always lean on. The day she died, part of me died along with her. Thinking about it for too long can still make me cry. Sometimes I dream about her death all over again and wake up crying. That's a day with an empty feeling haunting me. Sometimes I wake from very real dreams thinking she is still alive and it hurts all over again to realize that she isn't.

Moment of silence please.

Thank you.

I think that we need to keep up with the times and give ourselves some hip hop nicknames. So, in order to push us all into the future, I've made a few nicknames up (along with some help from FlyingTim). I don't have everyone of course, but I'm posting to get more ideas. I don't think any of these give any hint as to who we are.

Pappy: H-Bomb
Lio: A Piece
FlyingTim: T-Bone
Spo: SpoDiggy
Stone: Stone Dawg
Caniprokis: Dockta Dev
Arcee: Little E
Peps: Tha Professa
Wilson: Jay-Dub
Me: Vinny C
hunch: THE Hunch (a.k.a. Hunchmaster Flex, a.k.a. DJ Hunchy Hunch, a.k.a. Hunchmeiser, a.k.a. The Iron Lung, a.k.a. Donnie Osmond...)

Lemme know whatcha think.

If we all of a sudden just handed control of the world over to capable women, I don't know if anything would change. Aside from it being "Mrs. President" and "Mrs. Supreme Dictator" I don't think that the corruption we men are full of would suddenly withdraw its hands. Power gets to anyone, even women, and I actually think women would do a MUCH better job of abusing it than men do. And that's not because I think women are sneaky, it's because I think that women, on the whole, are much more intelligent than men.

However, if we were always controlled by women, I think our societies would be much different. A lot of our history would be changed. For one thing, a lot of our great inventions came about because of people trying to invent helpful war machines. In a world where women rule, we might not have had as many wars. But it's difficult to say, because not every woman is alike. Not every woman is a compassionate, free-thinking caregiver. In fact, some women are downright nasty... even more so than some guys. So who knows. I don't know a lot, so I can't really cite good facts to argue. It's a good question, though.

C'mon, Caniprokis! That guy looks like an Arab you! Do you want to bomb him, too? He's all saying, "Mr. Caniprokis, my brother, I am very sad that your country is hurt so badly. But please do not hurt my country. We look exactly alike!!!"

Hehe. Sorry. Just thought he kinda looks like Caniprokis. Aside from those terribly out-of-style glasses of his, that is.

Don't worry about it, dude. Like I said, just take it easy and things will be alright. Just because you can't be doing anything right now doesn't mean you won't ever will. You can't have what you want at this moment, but if you just take it easy and don't push things, you'll be fine.

Fuhgeddaboutit!