fuck your PS3!

A few nights ago sucked, because I had been playing Halo, innocently killing little boys and British bitches, when I hear a thud on my window from outside. Investigating the thud, I observed this:



It's eggs, brown ones to be more precise. Now I suspect some neighborhood children did it, or possibly Schaap, but it mildly amused me. I've been involved in eggings numerous times with various crew, so this was to be expected I suppose. Anyways, later that night, or morning in my case when I was trying to go to sleep, the fire alarm went off. I normally ignore it, but then as I'm in bed the building managers come into my place all asking if I'm there. It was lame, and I couldn't sleep.

Here's a charming picture of my cat, going for some treats I got her for her 14th birthday:



What a cute cat. Anyways, earlier tonight I was going past Future Shop, tipped off that there's a line of goddamn fools waiting for the chance to get a Playstation 3, which will be out by the time I write this. All these clowns, waiting for some piece of shit. Their words of wisdom, when asked why they want the system: "The graphics man, they can't be beat!!!!! teh r0x0rs!!11!!"

That's what they actually said, complete with numbers and exclamation points sounded out. When asked what games they were interested in, they gave a blank look though. So I suppose they're all retarded, if they want something that looks pretty but doesn't have anything worth playing. Silly pieces of douche.

As punishment for their insolence, as I drove by, I yelled "Get a life you fucking homos!", much to their disdain. They even threw some drink cups towards my car, but they're weak from years of playing Final Fantasy and Gran Turismo, rather than getting some fresh air. They made for easy prey to my insults. It was grand, and I'd do it again.

Current hair color/style:

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Note the giant spikes, the orange color, and humorous facial expression. It's sleek. Sexy.