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If we are just gonna say things that I hate I guess we'd have to start with the important ones so in some semblance of order here goes...
I hate people who belive they'll make a difference, people who belive in some semblance of harmony people who'd rather see a good film then get bombed out of their fuckin goards.
People who DO get bombed a lot but always tell everyone about it like it's a fuckin big deal!
People who are faker then all the bull shit politicans...thats just about everyone except a few BVers
People who think they know about life
girls I wanna fuck and they know it
girls I wanna fuck and they don't know it
I think i'll just leave women alone..
guys who belive that buying shit will make their cock bigger
guys who belive having nothing and smelling like a washed up hippie will make their cocks bigger
guys who belive that what they say and write means a fuckin god damned thing
but most of all I hate the fact that the human being is forced to sleep.

Grandpa Story
My grand father died last night...actually he's been dying for years...he was 97, died of an aneurysm...he was really ready to go. He'd always said that the had lived a full life, done what he had to. He raised my dad well, grandma died when my dad was just a boy. She was a diabetic and so is my dad. They say they found her lying in bed with a pie in her lap. She had a sweet tooth and that had killed her. It fuckin killed her and now my grandpa to. He was a classic old guy, with crooked teeth and a forced smile. The skin hanged from his bones as if it were cut for a man twice his size. All the moles and blemishes that formed on his face and hands, really didn't bother him at all. He went on grinning, pretending to be happy. Now I am supposed to go to his funeral, his fuckin burial thousands of miles away. He lives in Canada and I, I have to fly all the way over to their just to see this contrived ritual of burial, of passage. The horrible thing is, that I don't really care. I loved him, but he knew it was coming and I really doubt he wanted to put people out like this. The worst part will be my dad. A tear will form under his wrinkled lid, he will grab me tight and call me son. He never does that, they say how strong I am and how I deal so well with this loss. The last time anything died that I knew about I was just a boy. I mean really, I was about thirteen years old and my cat Phred was his name died. He was spelled that way because of some old doonseberry cartoon that my hippie parents loved. Anyway he was about sixteen years old. Big gray headed cat, he'd look at me and I knew he was my better. Anyway he got into some termite poisoning and got sick. He was slowly degenerating away, I said we should put him under...in much more eloquent children's terms and phrases. They took him down to the vet and while I sat at home I figured I'd dig a funeral hole for him. When my parents came home I had dug up this huge trench in the front yard. They weren't to pleased but really liked the idea of giving him a proper burial. So we lowered him into the ground and covered the whole. I sat there, next to my cat for that entire day, or what was left of it. It was like my vigil. So now I am supposed to travel thousands of miles to see my dead grandpa. I knew this cat better. At thirteen I knew more about this cat then I'll ever know about grandpa, but that isn't the point. Funerals aren't about the dead, they aren't a way to help them move on...its a way for a bunch of sentimental fuckers to get on with their own lives. Funerals are like the worlds worst acts. People cry not because of the dead people in the ground but because of the live people next to it.
Resolution: I am not going to go, I'll make up some bull shit excuse about missing the flight and not being able to get on another one until it is too late for me to get there in time. What does that make me? A bad person? Yeah I guess so but I also think it makes me a strong person. I am trying to d things for me and not others, its real rare that I show that I have a spine. I can't even name the last time that happened to me. I sit in these classes, pretending to learn about things. I learn how to read and write like a more educated human but really all I learn is how better to bull shit and get out of shit. What is that really? Nothing other then contrived lies that send me that much closer to hell.

I hate...that is right I hate, I could say that I hate the people who gang beat me last weekend, I could hate the cop who then arrested me for removing a sign or the hospital that is making me pay them for my abuse after rotting away bleading in the emergency room for hours...or I could hate the justice system that makes me go to court, my friend already went he is spending spring break in jail...I may as well. I could hate the fact that I was given a concussion, don't remember any of it, and still am not feeling like my old self. Or maybe I should hate the fact that I lost three days of my life to a bunch of punks who decided it would be fun to beat me...But all that is bullshit, the thing that I hate is the addiction that caused the whole fucking thing. You wanna blame someone for your troubles, well that is a crock of shit...the only person responsible for you is you and in my case it is alcohol. I am a binge drinker...that is the truth and the hate, all the rest of my hate is reinforced by liquid courage....so is yours!

Update Since 2/16

So I broke up with my girl. She was incredible...anyway here is the deal. she cheated on me, I said yeah whatever and got completly sick on some liquor to deal...then I realized that I was a whipped little bitch...but by this time she has decided that I obviously don't care enough because why the fuck would I be cool with her kissing some other guy...I guess my stomach walls on the side of a friends house isn't a display of love...well those who know me know I am pretty open about that shit....so she doesn't want me now cause I didn't blow up at her about this other shit. So women, well you don't make and sence, maybe it is the fact that I have different chemicals flowing around in my blood but I think that you are all just fuckin evil...so now mikey goes back to his player roots and tries to rip the hearts out of as many girlies as I can....sorry that is tragic isn't it well fuck all of you cause emotion is nothing but chemical response anyway right...maybe I am just waking you stupid spread legged idiots to the truth, or I am simply a dick.. Ohh well lifes a bitch, open up! why am I always so gay in Pictures?I liked the others though

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