Save the turkeys.

I think that we shouldn't eat turkeys on Thanksgiving because we are supposed to be thankful to what we have and eating nature doesn't show that we are thankful for anything. It makes us look like evil savages who have to kill to obtain subsistence. I feel that, as an alternative, we should grow and harvest our own organic plants, and hope that our native American friend will show up and help us survive the cold day, for we are nothing but pilgrims in an unfamiliar land.

I believe that my idea not only protects the turkeys, but encourages us to make friends with people who are not as culturally accepted as the typical white American vegetarian, and it will also expand on the cultural intake we have on a major level. On top of that, supporting the growth of organic foods will help stop the evil turkey killing corporations from feeding us poisoned, tainted food they sell off for a quick buck.

In fact, to further support the cause, I will be bringing multiple live turkeys to my Thanksgiving table, and feed them as if they were just like us, as they so deserve. In feeding the turkeys, I will be showing my community that there doesn't need to be death of a beautiful animal in order to celebrate.

In conclusion, I feel that I will be promoting a safe, friendly environment this Thanksgiving, because that is the atmosphere we need for a good ol' celebration.

-Billy

Stickam.

Yeah. I've returned. It's really kinda silly, and makes me feel like a pedo, because, now that I'm 18, I can't access the majority of the cams on the site. Who would've thought there'd be that many 15 year old scene chicks on one site? It's scary.

It's kinda neat being single again. It took a bit, but, well, it's nice. Freedom and shit is comforting, to say the least, and I don't feel all NEED RELATIONSHIP anymore. Quite possibly the best thing to happen in some time.

Weird thing is, recently, I don't find myself being all fucked up as usual. I'm, well, happy about being around people, and just feel like some kind of walking ball of charisma. It's a nice change-up.

Shame on you

Random lyrics so I can remember these when I get home.

Remnants of my past keep surfacing
No matter how I try and push them back
Here I am spiraling to the ground
Cause what was once mine has gone far away

And now I don't know know what to do
And when will I find who I am
How do I leave the past behind
What do I gotta do to me

I try and run away from these lingering thoughts
As you pull me back to you with fake hands
I trust you once, you take me down shame on you
I trust you twice, you break me, shame on me

And now I don't know know what to do
And when will I find who I am
How do I leave the past behind
What do I gotta do to me

Agony will befall if I take your hand again
Hope will leave me behind and treat me as the dead
Oh
Oh no

You can take your offers and shove them straight uo your ass
What kind of fool do you take me to be
Oh
Oh yes

I bet I could make this blog really gay if I started everything with a mood.

So, I won't. That'd just be silly, anyway.

Anyhoo, I've been thinking about a bunch of random shit, y'know how that works. You realize stuff and all the good shit.

Fuck it. Anyway. New drummer in my band. Not easy on the eyes, but, on the drums, holy shit. One practice, and I was filled with very lovely feelings. Like YAY and WOAH. Cause those are feelings.

On top of that, my cocky guitarist air seems to be returning at long last, and, coupled with cocky lead vocalist attitude, everyone's favorite asshole bandie is back.

AND, on top of that, I've been hitting it off with this chick really well, but circumstance is fucking with me. I'll kick its ass though.

Speaking of chicks, I've been thinking a lot about my past relationship, and how it was. At first I thought it was this great thing I was losing, but, looking back, it made me into this fucking wreck. I found myself completely depending on and wanting her and only her, which really fucked with me a lot. I'd feel guilt about hanging out with people who weren't her, and found myself trying to change parts of who I am in order to please her.

Well, fuck that.

It took me a month to pull myself back on my feet. And, well, I'm not gonna fucking lose who I am again for some chick. That's just kinda lame, y'know? Maybe things'll pan out right this time, and I'll be appreciated for the cocky asshole I am.

THIS BLOG IS LONG

I'm so fucking hopped up on caffeine right now. Only got like half an hour of sleep last night, cause my sleeping system's been fucked. When I'm tired, I can't sleep, and when I do sleep, it's for a couple hours, regardless of what day or time it is. Better fucking fix itself.

Anyway, caffeine. Coffee, mixed with 3 cups worth of instant coffe, with Thai, or Chai, or whatever the fuck it's called tea. Then some hot chocolate. I'm hopped the fuck up and it's kinda cool, but I can feel the crash starting, which really blows.

Now I've gotta pass half an hour so I can go over to Andy's and play Brawl. lawls.

Cripple kids.

They're so fucking funny. They get all these benefits and shit, and yet you still have to treat them like they're some kind of idiotic creatures. I mean, shit, I know a kid in a wheelchair, and he's a real douchebag. Punches people and runs over cats and shit. It's kinda funny.

You know what's silly?

(8^{()3)

Yeeeeaaah.

Yawn.

Yawn is a great big snake from the first Resident Evil game. He slams you with his mass. It's really a gay attack, until you really think about it.

What Yawn is is Capcom's proverbial cock. I mean, he's long, cylindrical, and is capable of spitting stuff at you.

What this means is that Capcom's been intent on screwing us over from day 1. Hence Yawn smashing you with his body. You know what they call that?

A cockslap.

A motherfucking cockslap.

Assholes.

And now I'm home.

This is silly.

So, here I am, sitting in this science class.

Watching all these freshman. I really don't like freshman. They're real tiny and annoying, and get themselves into the dumbest fucking high school drama ever. Makes me so happy I'm out of here in 3 months.

The thing is, though, not all of these kids are really that bad, just a choice few, who I'd just love to see obnoxiously, ridiculously bad things happen to. Like falling anvils. Or random dog mauling. Y'know.

What pisses me off the most is when they talk to me. I don't like them. They scare the shit out of me. I know I was never this bad. "They're fun," this chick just said about hickies. Freshman whore. The one's drawing shit on the board like a foot from me. It's not even a good drawing or anything.