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Mortal Combat Soundtrack (bow, bitches.) |
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listening to Mortal Combat theme.
best
techno
song
ever
OMIGAWD! IT KICKS ANGLE-SIDE-SIDE!!
i've been listening to a lot of techno lately. maybe some of you out there hate techno. well, for those of you who do, i have two words for you: go die. techno kicks ass, and you're just too narrow minded to realize it. so, die. rid the world of your presence! DIE I SAY!! besides, techno is far better than emo, which i've been tempted (slightly) to listen to as of late.
anyway, on to my mother! today i realized she has three basic attitudes towards me: bitchy, bitchy, bitchy.
The Real Three Basic Attitudes:
1. bitchy: this one is pretty simple. basically she just bitches at me. all the time. without pause. well maybe there is a pause. after all, even she needs to breath occasionally. otherwise she'd turn blue whilst she was yelling. and then i'd get in even more trouble for laughing at her. it'd be amusing to see her turn blue though.
2. cheep slave labor: for those of you yet to understand my sarcasm, know that i'm really not racist against anyone. not even black people. the whole reason i bring that up is because in this MBM (maternal body mode), i'm pretty much just slave labor to her (yay! a historical allusion!). slave labor includes: cleaning the house, doing the laundry, making supper, playing "gopher", etc.. see, i don't mind chores all that much. i really don't. but they get old after a while. and when you have to do like, 40 billion of them everyday, they get reeeeeeally old, reeeeally fast. still, this MBM is better than bitch mode.
3. casual stranger: this is by far the best MBM, simply because she's not yelling at me or using me for cheep labor. basically, we kinda ignore each other. we might perhaps say the normal "pass the salt" or "wanna slice of blueberry pie?" or "can i borrow your walkman?" or "will you make brownies/cook the steaks?" or something like that. in fact, minus the "pass the salt" bit, those are pretty much the only things we say to each other now.
anyway, for the most part we just pretend the other isn't there. by far far far the best.
HOLY SHIT!!! i just realized i've wasted an ENTIRE post just bitching about my mother. how horrible! now there's going to be some broken hearted kitty's blog fans out there.. they were just DYING for another post. they got all EXCITED about another post. and now i've let them down by wasting it... i feel terrible. to make up for this, i feel i must add something at least halfway interesting to the end of this, just so the entire post isn't a let down. i know! i'll tell you a story!
Granny and the Garden Animals (based on a true story!)
Once upon a time, there was this little old lady who loved plants. she especially loved the ones she planted in her garden. everyday she would care for them tenderly, as only an old lady with much time on her hands since her husband and friends have passed away and her family doesn't vist her anymore can do. now this little old lady was one hip granny. she had a computer! it was one of them new-fangled "Intel 486's." it even had an internet connection!
one day she was cruising www.weatherchannel.com, when she noticed that (*gasp!*) there was a cold snap moving in fast! AND IT WOULD KILL ALL HER PLANTS! springing into action, Granny quickly preformed a pagan ritual and sold her soul to the devil in return for powers to save her garden. that night, when the cold snap was moving in, she cast a spell over her plants. the next morning, they were all still alive and well, but there was some magical residue left over. it didn't seem to be hurting the plants, so Granny thought nothing of it. until the next day...
the next day Granny went out, she noticed something odd. there had always been small animals in her garden, as there are in every garden, but usually they just ate and left. she thought they were cute, so she'd left them alone in the past, but now they were acting...strange. she saw a bunny walking along, and called out to it "hello, cutesy-poo!" the bunny flipped her off and kept walking. shocked at such foul gestures from a little bunny like that, she hobbled after it and smacked it a good one with her cane. "that was highly unnessicary young man!" she scolded. the bunny looked up at her and said..
oh God.. it is here we cut short in our story, because i've just realized how demented it's gotten. i mean, what the hell? Grannies preforming pagan riturals and gangster-esque rabbits? well.. at least now you have a pretty good idea about the kinds of things that go on in my head. and they've grown increasingly disturbing as of late. i think i need.. like.. sleep. or pills or something. bah. i don't know. i'm just going to shut up.
and so, we end this post with the lyrics to a song that (lately) i've been listening to often. hell if i know the name of it though:
in a mirror of you
reflections of you
you're showing what you feel like inside
need the power of two
just me and you
an image that you hold in your mind
sometimes you're wrong and then
sometimes you're right
you don't expect me to put up a fight
i'm sick and tired of all of your lies
i'm sick and tired and i'm saying good bye
i don't need this poison
i don't need control
i don't need forgiveness
i don't need you
you're a shadow of me
what i used to be
i'm fading as the light dims outside
i know what you need
because i can see
i'm taking over thoughts in your mind
sometimes you're wrong and then
sometimes you're right
you're in the dark
so i'll turn on the light
i'm sick and tired of all of your lies
i'm fucking tired and i'm saying good bye
i don't need this poison
i don't need control
i don't need forgiveness
i don't need you
i don't need this poison
i don't need control
i don't need forgiveness
i don't need you
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