Philosophically opposed, to inhaling coke through the mouth or the nose.

Damn son. It is too early for night hawks like me to be up. But it is becoming habit. I don't know why it is becoming a habit. Out of about the six shifts a week a work, I only work one morning now. I used to work more mornings. So my Dad, the snoopy nosey fuk that he is, read my fucking msn conversations. Went on a little thing about how disgusting and vulgar I am. Me cunt-licker? Why in the hell would that pussy face think that I am vulgar? Because of my word choice? Fuck this war on words by the evengelicals. You can call me vulgar when I have fucked my Mom. So anyways. I confronted him hardcore for the first time in my life. I told him I don't live by his stupid Christian standards and that I never will. That I am an adult and he has no control over my life whatsoever. Also that it had nothing to do with disrespecting him. This is not his house, he cannot enforce shit on me. It isn't even his comp to snoop on. My Grandmother was on my side.She, unlike my Dad, realizes I am a full grown adult and has no right enforcing words I say or how I interact with my friends. That just shows control issues. These bible thumping fuck heads are really starting to piss me off. There whole persona of being better then everyone and having higher standards. HA! What a joke. My dad supports the murdering of men women and children in the U.S. by that psychotic idiot Bush. But no. I am the bad person because I say "fuck" and have sexual relations with women outside of marriage. We also can't forget the substance abuse. What amuses me, is that my Dad is so fucking naive. Here is why. His whole life he has surrounded himself by church people and friends. The people who are living a facade. Like there lifes are all perfect for Christ. Because that is all my Dad ever sees in people, he thinks I am an evil anomalie. Little does he realize there are tons of people who swear and drink etc. I am not really anymore exceptionally evil then anyone else. Except I am more open about my life then he is. He smacked me and my brother around a lot when we were growing up. But yes he is a better person because he doesn't drink or say "fuck". Religion. Such a crock of bullshit leaving people in denial. Religion is something I hate so incredibly much. I have experienced the bullshit injected into the family unit in the name of religion. The brainwashing. The absolute control parents try to exercise over your life never letting you exercise your decision making abilities. Since I had never been able to exercise it, when I made it into the real world, I made a shit load of poor ones. That fucked me up for a large portion of my life. I was just of this mentality that I should do everything my parents wouldn't let me do my whole life. So I lived one extreme, just to jump over to the other. It has taken me a while to find balance. But I believe I have and am doing well. If my parents knew the worst of me. When I was lowest in my life. If they actually tried to understand me and stopped juging me, maybe then they would realize how far along I have come as a person instead of being a douche bag that thinks they are better then me. I would hate my father if he wasn't my father. I think I may hate him anyway. But also this dumb assed biological attachment makes me loyal in some small way and attached to these people I wouldn't normally ever be around. The family unit is a crock that is unnecasary. My friends know me better and are more loyal then my family has ever been. What makes that special is that they don't have a biological need to love me. They just do. That to me is more powerful then anything my blood family has lavished upon me. Well that is enough of a rant about that for now. I needed to get that out of my system. It has been on my mind since I went to bed last night. Well, minus the sleeping periods. Oh yes, I said when I remembered I was going to try and single someone out to feel special in my blog everyday. Today I am going to go for Jon "muthah fuckah" Eaton. Damn quality fellow. Very moral and empathetic. More wise then most people I know. Is very dear to me in many ways. He is one of those people I hope I will know the rest of my life. I enjoy spending time with him and I like that we have managed to get through the shit that had come between us. I think that is testament to a pretty strong bond. Now we just have to convince that fucker to move here to a real town. You hear that Jon? That was a din of people agreeing with me in the backround that you got to move here. I hear the Toronto air can cure diabetes. Alright so maybe that was bullshit. But maybe you believing that will make it true. Damn solid individual Jon is. Everyone who reads this and doesn't have him as a friend, go slash your face with a pen knife.
P.S Lesley told me about this quite a while ago and it is quite sweet. Scroll up and down really quickly on my blog. It is quite bright and colourful and fun and trippy. That lovely girl would notice something like that.