Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Can't You Hear Me Knocking?

Oh shit, he's back. After god knows how long I thought it was finally time to re-establish my dominance on top of the world. Some funny things have happened to me since my last blogs and of course as always some devastatingly awkward things have happened as well. I have been called out by many girls on my top ten hottest list and rightfully so. I was a pig and deserved to be treated like one. Oops ha. Who gives a fuck. I stand by what I said as each one was a complement onto the other. I do apologize for the disgusting things I said though. It was no way to speak about ladies. I'm supposed to be a gentleman. I will be a gentleman once more but let's get on with it shall we?

Of course as always it's fucking snowing outside. There's been snow on the ground since december 26th and I want to fucking kill myself. It was 4 degrees out yesterday going to school. Seriously, 4 degrees? That's unbelievable. My dick had hibernated back up into my stomach. I felt like a poor asian man. I mean I can handle the cold weather as much as the next guy but walking across campus in 4 degree weather is something nobody should have to go through. They should have trollies like at disney land that take you from your car to your class. Now that be genius. COPYRIGHT that shit nigguh. chyea.

The best part though about the 4 degree weather yesterday was seeing the ever popular nassau community douchebag that thinks he looks tough and awesome in front of everyone walking around campus in 4 degree weather in just a t-shirt and shorts. Listen bro, this isn't jersey and it's not fucking summer. Wearing a t-shirt and shorts in that weather isn't cool, you know what's cool? A heavy jacket and a scarf. Now that's cool. Fucking loser, I hope he gets pneumonia and dies. The douchebags never seem to get what they deserve and get murdered. Its really unfair if you look at it. I saw in the paper the other day a gorgeous 19 year old girl from locust valley high school that died in a car crash. That's fucking terrible. Why did she have to be taken? what did she do to anyone? Why couldn't it have been the douchebag in a t-shirt? This world man. A psychotic kid can go nuts and shoot the shit out of a representative in arizona but no one can come on campus and murder the jersey shore wannabe. It repulses me. Why can't they go to hines field and brutally murder rapestburger, ward and fucking mendenhall? Sure they'll kill the politician that I don't care about but they can never do me a favor and kill the steelers so that the ravens can make to the fucking superbowl for once.

The snow is coming down harder and harder, same as my dick. Haha no but seriously, I've had it with this snow shit. Wouldn't it be great if it wasn't really snow falling but tiny bits of cocaine? that be crazy. I'd be on my roof in a heartbeat giving a swanton jeff hardy style into the cocaine mounds. Instead of putting my tongue out for snowflakes I'd have my nose to the air sniffing up the cokeflake. Now that be something. No it wouldn't, that's terrible. I'd never do cocaine and neither should you children, that's bad juju. There's a time and place for that shit and it's called vacation trips to south of the border. That's where the pure shit is, not this chemically fucked up cocaine here in america the government concocts to get your shit fucked up. That's some bad juju.

Shit, almost time for class. How much does it suck making friends at nassau for the people who go there? everyone is so fucking rude and angry all the time. No one wants to make friends. I said hello to a girl in class the other day to be friendly and she told me she had enough friends and to not talk to her. What the fuck? Am I that ugly or was that the biggest bitch on the face of the planet. Insane.

Well I think I did enough rambling for right now. I will be back with stories but this won't be the huge gigantic douche I used to be when writing this blog. It's time for a little discretion. No more mentioning of peoples names. That's wrong and I'm tired of hearing people yelling at me for it. I want people to enjoy this blog and laugh and think man that TJ sounds like a chill, funny kid, gorgeous kid that I would love to buy a drink and let him tell me all about the beautiful future he has in store for himself. Play your cards lucky girls and you can follow me all the way to the top of the mountain. And then we can look down, laugh and throw rocks at everyone below us.

This is Tj signing out for now. You stay Skanky Long Island. I know you always have

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