Fuck you for even thinking this is important enough for you to read!

My grandma some days just annoys the bloody fuck out of me. Do you ever get homicidally annoyed? She starts talking to the cat in this high pitched baby voice at five thirty this morning. Like what the fucking hell. I think my dad got up and told her to be quiet thank God. Being old and going crazy isn't a good enough excuse for me at that time in the morning when I have to fuckinhg work and am recovering from a weekend of debauchery. My boss put me in charge of making the schedule yesterday. Which kics ass. That means I work the days I want and as many hours as I want. But man, I had only been home an hour before people wre calling and complaining. I basically told them in so many words that this wasn't get what you want time, it was work for money time and you do what the schedule sais and that I am not there to cater to six different peoples wants. Especially as unreasonable as these pricks are. Since I work with all women, I am by far the smartest one there. So at times I can get quite annoyed at the surrounding stupidness of estrogen. I wish I had a sniper rifle. I figure there is always probably times when I could use one. I love rabbit, and there are always these little bunnies hopping around below my balcony. So it makes me think I need a gun for all intensive purposes. Which of course is killing. I don't know what other purpose a gun could have besides killing. Well maybe just the threat of death alone is enough lots of days. Though I figure if you are going to pull out a gun you mine as well have made it worth it to grease it up that morning and discharge it into someones face. A brief moment of being God. You were the one with the power to save or destroy a life. When you destroy it, for an instant I am sure you feel like God. So you would feel powerful and like a prick. Somedays I wish I would be put into a sitation where I would be justified in killing someone. I think it would be an intense experience worth having. But I would rather use a knife then a gun. But either or would work. I think the adrenaline pumping through your veins alone would make you feel pretty incredibly powerful. Heh. I am sure you readers are wondering what kind of twisted fuck you know. Well keep in mind this is only a web page of stuff I am willing to share. I am a far more twisted fuck then you know. Scarey huh? But the thing is, everyone is a far more twisted and scarey fuck then you know. Which in all honesty, doesn't disturb me in the slightest. We all have blood lust. We all hate. We have all wanted to kill. Quite frankly we are brutal human beings like the rest of the world. We just act on it a hell of a lot less. We are more socially conditioned. And also scared of the law. I woke up this morning with a feeling of having dreamt very vividly and a lot last night. But I don't remember anything. The more I strain to remember. The more impossible it seems to grasp. Who the fuck plays around with HTML at five in the morning!! Jesus. I don't know what kind of world we live in. But it is one of those fucked kinds I have seen in my universal travels here and there. But it doesn't beat the planet of Kryghobips. If you haven't vacationed there yet, you should. They eat sunlight and dance on the chests of there offspring.