Rant: I am 18 therefore...

I should not watch anime or cartoons or read manga? ...WHY THE FUCK NOT?! What? Just because cartoons are made for kids only kids should watch them? Yeah? What about all those +16 or even +18 anime aired after 22:00? Are those for kids too? Ok... those are already action movies with blood and gore or porn movies turned cartoon but still. Why are so many so fixed on the idea that after you turn 18 you should stop watching cartoons? To quote a fat chinese guy in a movie: Fuck that! I mean, the poeple who work on making cartoons do it because they like it, or so I imagine, and they're over 30, 40 and so on.
"Watching cartoons is childish" ... FUCK YOU!!! What is their fucking problem if we still want to do things we did as kids when we're not kids any more, huh? I feel like watching Sailor Moon all over again just to spite all those 'mature' fuckers who think it's childish.
So, in conclusion, you say it's childish I say you suck.
Check please!

Rant: Music Messages

We've all heard the so-called or the actual subliminal messages in songs these days, yes? And the parents are all worried about their children being influenced by them or brainwashed.
Yeah, um... ARE YOU SHITTING ME?! Who needs subliminal messages when you have songs like "Suck my dick" ? Among others, but that one pretty much says it all. There's no need to be subliminal these days, everything's out in the bleeding open, gov'nor! I mean, rappers talk about smoking weed, doing drugs and humping the ladies. Subliminal messages are the least of your kriffing worries.
Now I'm not saying anything against rappers talking about shit like that, hell, I like Snoop, Dre and Eminem, among others. So parents, don't blame the singers, they're just doing what comes natural and don't you fuckin blame the kids, they'll try anything these days. Blame yourselves for not talking to them more and not developing a good relationship based on communication so you will always know what they're listening too. Stop being surprised for fuck's sake when you see porn sites in the internet browser history of your 12 year old son or an account made by your daughter on a teenage soft-core porn site. If that shit happened and you didn't know it, they're not to blame. Sure, you can blame hackers that provide the kind of music you'd rather your children did not listen to or the perverts who make sites like that and pay underage girls to lose their clothes in front of hundreds of middle-aged wackos.
So yeah, songs may have messages you'd rather your children did not listen to. But it's up to all of you over 30 adults to make sure they don't listen, watch, etc. material inappropriate for them.

Rant: The "I'm not..." syndrome

Note: since i don't have that many things to rant about, it's long stopped being daily.

Rant beings: Ok, seriously... WTF?! What is with girls going: "i'm not pretty, i'm not beautiful, i'm not cute, i'm not this and i'm not that..." geez... and i thought i had self-confidence problems, yeesh! girls, take a freakin look in the fokin mirror, will ya? ok, i'll be superficial and admit that some girls really aren't this or that but even they are not bad looking. i mean, until you have like a huge, crooked nose, no chin or something like that i fail to see why you consider yourselves THAT MUCH unnattractive, savy? and even so, i've known girls i would not consider pretty who had boyfriends.
so, PEOPLE! HELLOOOO!!! first of all looks really are not that important, if you have half a brain that is. second of all, the ones who think you look ugly the most is yourselves, there will always be someone who will like you for what you look like as well as who you are.
boy that sounded so cheesy... fuck it, i feel like i'm gonna puke but even i have to admit it's true...

Daily rant: Clothes

I know! I know! I did one on formal wear but this is something else: diversity.
Have you SEEN how many different clothes there are for men? NONE TOO MANY!!! We look like we came off a fucking conveyor belt for fuck's sake! Ok, so mayyyyyybe there are a lot of women who wear the same or very similar clothes... it's the fashion, it's what's in and shit like that, they wear the same because they like it or they have the same tastes, fuck if I fucking know. But they still have PLENTY TO CHOOSE FROM!!! Geez... is it any wonder the gay and transvestite community is flourishing? Hell, I'm two identical t-shirts away from putting on a fokin' dress.
Eyo! Fashion designers! MAKE NEW CLOTHES!!! Get your fokin' 'eads out o' the fokin' box ya fokin' fokers!

You may notice I cursed a lot in this rant. Well that's because... it fokin pisses me the fok off!

Daily Rant: Homosexuality

So they're gay, so what? Let he who is without sin cast the first stone. What right do any of you homophobes have to judge them? People have done worse things in the world than kiss someone of the same sex. I mean, if given a choice to cast out either a homosexual or a child molester, which would you chose?
If being gay is wrong then they'll receive their punishment in due time but not from any of you. I have nothing against them, I've even had the pleasure of meeting two girls who are lesbian and they are very nice girls.
You think, I'd have a different opinion if I met a guy who was into me and even came on to me? Personally, I'd be flattered. Oh, and for the record, I once had a homosexual fantasy with a guy, who although was a bit of transvestite at the time, was still a guy.
I remember a quote from a movie about the prejudices against homosexuals: God made Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve. Right you are, and if He has a problem with it, then He will deal with it, He gave us free will after all.
I'm gonna get a bit mushy now, but when love is concerned, one notices that it is more often than not blind, and being blind to the other's sex is more and more common.
So people, over the long years humanity has been on this earth we have discriminated because of colour, religion and who knows whatever ridiculous reason. Homophobia is one of them. Judge not lest ye be judged. You don't like homosexuals? Fine, don't spend time with them but don't push them away like they're some sort of disease.

Daily Rant: drugs

No longer the daily rant, well it's not like I got that many readers anyway.
So, today's rant: drugs. OK, this may sound like a bad advertisement out of an educational movie for highschoolers but... JUST SAY NO!!! Really, drugs... Why?! Got nothin' better to do with your money? Are you bored? Is your life so freakin' empty that you need a fix to feel alive? I'm not exactly doin peachy but you won't catch me walking around with a bag of white powder in my pocket.
Now drugs aren't just weed, crack, heroin, LSD and whatever else but cigarettes and coffee. Maybe not as dangerous as the first few mentioned but they're no picnic either. You can't get up without coffee? Strangely enough, I can. Now I'm not gonna blame people with stressful jobs and stuff... but even after they get used to their daily routine they just won't give it up. I don't know if coffee has any side effects, other than not being able to wake up if you give it up but cigarettes sure do. OK, so you were stressed, believe me I can relate and I'd probably be sitting here with an ashtray next to me if not for the problems I already have.
But smokers (and this time I do mean a certain person) as soon as you get ballance in your life, fucking give them up before you get lung cancer and I'll come to your funerals before you come to mine.

Daily Rant: X3

G'day ladies and dudes. Forgot to do it yesterday and cosidering today's events, I have two extra topics.
1. Violence.
SUCKS!!! OK, I'm into carnage, spilling blood and shit like that but, even though that's what humanity deserves, let's not jump head first into global anarchy, savy? I mean come oooon... teachers beat up in class, kids raped in school and at home, old ladies beaten to death by their own kids... we've become a bunch o' freaks. The problem is that we are all too used to violence. After all, it starts at home, one way or the other. If it's not drunk parents or pisshead neighbours it's video games. Yes, I love violence in games and movies but that shit ain't good for a freakin 8 year old who'll go to the sandbox, grab a toy truck and beat the shit out of the kid who doesn't want to share his cookies. Seriously, what the FRAG is everyone's problem? If you ask me, kill the people in charge and put some real people... in charge. Like teachers, doctors (the good kind who like their jobs) hell, even the sweet old guy who sits on the park bench all day and feeds pigeons is a better choice.
Alright, I know i just suggested we get rid of violence WITH VIOLENCE but in this day and age, free hugs or a girl walking up to a bunch of soldiers with a flower in her hand ain't gonna cut it. Cuz they'll shoot the first person who'll open their arms and rape the girl. If they don't snipe or nuke'm first.

2. Beauracracy.
Have you guys, and gals of course, seen how much God damned paperwork you have to do these days? I used to look at that comercial with the guy who brings a box full of permits to get his licence or whatever and he's still missing something and think it was funny. Paperwork is everywhere, it's a fuckin' plague. Hello?! People?! We got what we like to call computers, laptops and internet, bring floppy disks back in style and chop down less fuckin' trees. I'm willin to bet my left hand that we don't recycle half as much as we consume. Don't call me a tree hugger, I'm beyond that but I won't go into that in this rant. Permits, certificates, applications, forms... FAHRBOT!!! Can't we just put all the info from 10 pisses... *ahem*... pieces of paper into one? Or at least make a law, every person has to plant as many trees as years they live.
This may seem cliche but... SAVE THE FUCKING PLANET!!!!!

3. Sexy doctors.
OK, it may be because I'm a virgin and a bit obsessed with sex but... there's this one doctor I go to once a month and she is, if I may use hip hop slang, saweeeet! I mean she's got the foshizzle, the bling, the WHOA NELLY!!! She's no D cup, breast size ain't an issue with me (and no, I'm not just saying this for you [she knows who she is]) and those lips... with me it's always the face that gets me and she has some juicy Angelina Jolie lips that are so fucking kissable... WOOF!!!
I know I'm acting like a freakin horndog over here but... today she was wearing a white dress (the significance of which will be explained at a later date) with a cleavage just big enough to get attention and while she was sitting on the bed opposite mine, looking over my medical documents I had to keep looking to the side because if I looked at her and she was not looking at me I could not keep my eyes off her lips, her cleavage and her legs.
I need to get laid before I do something stupid...

Daily rant: Little voice in my head

We ALL have a voice in our heads. For most of us, that voice is our conscience, telling us what not to do because it's wrong or how not to be because we upset others. For me... that's not exactly true. See, the voice in my head tells me what to do BECAUSE it's wrong and how to be BECAUSE it upsets others. He's a mean lil' devil, shouting rahter than whispering in my head suggestions... orders really, to rape, to piss off, humiliate or generally offend anyone and everyone. Now I'm not saying I want to use that voice as an excuse every time I do something deemed by society as wrong, it is part of me after all.
But I don't want to get rid of him, oh no!
You ask: why the HELL not?
Would you get rid of your conscience?
To which most would argue that that voice is not my conscience. You missed the point then. I meant, what would you be without your conscience?
The voice says: Really motherfuckin' entertaining sons and daughters of bitches, that's fuckin' what!
So then why do you keep it, if it's trying to make you into a what he just said? Those motives are personal but long story short: he helps me get by. Granted, he is sometimes hard to control as are the urges of all people on this earth but Yin and Yang are not there just because they sound good. As a devoted Sith, I believe that without the darkness, the light cannot shine. Or rather, one cannot appreciate the light without having seen darkness.
OK, so this one ain't funny, BITE ME IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, I AIN'T HERE TO ENTERTAIN YOU!!!

Daily rant: Formal wear

Fall to pieces, I'm falling. Fell to pieces and I'm still falling... Every time I...'m falling down. All alone I fall to pieces...
Oops, sorry, was listening to Velvet Revolver - Fall to pieces, nice song, what what?
But on to our rant. Formal wear... DEFINE FORMAL!!! What? Just cause I don't wear a freakin monkey suit I'm not fit to go in your restaurants, attend your weddings or go to bloody job interview (not that I've ever been to afore mentioned places and events)?
I don't like wearing suits. Why? Cause they're all fancy, expensive and shit like that. I always worry I'll catch the fuckin sleeve on something or someone will spill their coffee on me... reminds me of my highschool prom, a bunch of guys went fahrbot and started spilling beer on everyone, my jacket got its fair share. Anyway... I like to wear jeans. They're comfortable, they don't rip easily and if they get stained, they're a hell of a lot easier to clean. What's wrong with a nice pair of jeans and a clean t-shirt or even a shirt? It's clean, it's tidy... it don't mean i'm a fuckin hobo who landed in a second hand store then jumped in a lake to clean himself off then went through a Chinese drycleaning service hanging from the rack like a piece of meat.
In conclusion... formal wear? DEFINE FORMAL, BITCH!!! Thank you for reading.

Stubborn Chapter 2

A few miles away, on a hilltop opposite the Joan of Arc Academy, a teenage boy with short dark hair and blue eyes, wearing a blue suit was walking to school, in his hands he was holding a black, leather schoolbag. His head was down and he looked sad as he walked slowly to school.
Suddenly, he heard whistling and when he turned to look, he saw three boys headed his way so he hastened his pace, which made them run after him until they caught up.
“Well, if it ain’t Denis,” one of them said, a tall bulky teenager with short brown hair and dark brown eyes.
“No, that’s not it,” said another, a short, stocky boy with long blonde hair and blue eyes. “He likes to be called Denise.”
The boy, identified as Denis, tried to walk passed them but one of them, tall and lanky with a shaved head, got in his way while their leader pulled his bag out of his hands and dumped its contents on the ground, among which was a lip balm.
“Hey, look!” he said picking up the balm. “Denise has lipstick!”
“It’s lip balm,” Denis finally spoke. “Give it back!”
“Aw… are you going to cry?” the bulky one asked and tossed it to one of the blonde boy.
“What’ll you give us for it?” the blonde asked and tossed it to the tallest of them but it was a fifth person that caught it.
A teenage boy, almost as tall as the one supposed to catch the balm, his blonde hair cut short and combed from right to left, a glacial look in his blue eyes.
“Knock it off or I’ll have you all thrown off the team,” he said looking at the three bullies.
The three did not seem to have the courage to continue with the new arrival present so they left glaring at both but after walking a few feet, they started sniggering. As soon as they were out of sight, Denis wrapped his arms around his rescuer, squeezing tightly.
“Kevin!” he almost yelled, tears running down his cheeks.
“There, there,” the other said soothingly, patting him on the head. “I’ve only been gone about week…”
“Ten days!” Denis replied. “Ten long days and you know how they’re all like to me when you’re not around.”
Denis suddenly let go and turned around. “And you still won’t tell me what it is you do when you leave,” he said reproachfully as he wiped his eyes.
“It’s no big deal…” Kevin shrugged.
“It is too a big deal! We’re supposed to be friends,” the other barked.
Kevin chuckled and walked closer then rustled his hair. “Come on, we’ll be late for class.”
Though still pouting, Denis picked up his books and followed his friend to school. It only took a few minutes for him to start smiling again and ignore all the mean looks that followed him and his friend as they walked down the hall.

Daily rant 1 EMOS

G'day! It's time for the daily rant. Today's topic: Emo.
I would like to ask one question: what the FUCK is their problem? Punkers were bad enough, giving rockers a bad name, teenage 'rebels' going around acting like they're the shit. But emos... what depressed, suicidal, brain damaged black hole spat them out? I'm as fucked up as the next guy, everyone gets depresed, I can understand that. But they're life goal IS depression! Some people have accused me of being emo. OK, so I'm a bit dark and pesimistic, bloody hell, if you knew my back story you would understand why. But there is a big FREAKIN difference between me and emos. What's that? Simple, they dream about inflicting pain on themselves whilst I like to imagine inflicting pain on others.
Seriously... what the hell? So I'm not exactly a guy with a goal, with life energy in me, working every day to better my life... Yo, I'm lazy, not a masochist.
So please, whosoever shall read this, pass on a message to any and all emos: if you're gonna bitch about killin yourself then fuckin do it or shut the fuck up!

For lack of better things to do, I'm going to post one of my lil' stories here. I SEE THIS POSTED ANYWHERE ELSE I'LL EAT YOUR BRAIN WITH A SPOON!
P.S. the bastard thing won't allow paragraphs, I'll be frelled if i know why... but I put a few extra spaces where they should have been.

Stubborn.
Chapter 1
“Oh no!” a girl was yelling as she ran down a path, through a forest. “I’m so late!” She was wearing a school uniform that consisted of a white shirt, a blue, chequered skirt that reached a couple of inches above her knees and around her neck, a blue ribbon and matching blue shoes. Her shoulder length chestnut hair was waving behind her and her brown eyes had a few tears sparkling in them. “I knew I should have left earlier…” she wailed. Eventually she was out of breath and had to stop, leaning against a tree, holding a brown leather schoolbag in her right hand with only three fingers. When her heart slowed down she looked around and saw someone lying down on the ground, leaning against a tree not twenty feet away. It was a girl with short silver blonde hair wearing an identical uniform as hers, as far as she could tell because she was sitting with her back to her. “Thank goodness!” she said and ran towards her. “Excuse me, would you please tell me the way to the Joan of Arc Academy?” “That way,” the girl replied and extended an arm to the north-west, in her hand was a lit cigarette. “Thank you very much!” the girl with chestnut hair replied. “Um… should you be smoking?” The other girl looked at her and even though it was from the corner of her blue eye, she had such a cold, piercing gaze it was intimidating. “You’re just starting today, huh?” the blonde asked and sat up, dusting herself off. “Y-yes… I just transferred…” “What’s your name?” “Helen… Helen Devine.” “Devine? What a silly name,” the other girl said walking closer, showing she was three inches taller. “Are you going to tell on me?” “T-tell?” Helen was shaking, she seemed like a dangerous person, the way she looked at her, the way she spoke and because she had to look up at her, it made her all the more intimidating. Helen started to back away but the other girl grabbed her left wrist with her right hand before she could take more than one step. The grip was tight but not painful. “Will you tell them, when you get to school, that you saw me smoking?” “N-no! I mean, I don’t even know you so…” “Stella Moore. Now, are you going to tell?” “Of course not but smoking is bad for you.” “I can’t really trust you, can I?” Stella said and grabbed her chin with her left hand while she put her right arm around her waist. “I’ll have to make sure you don’t,” she added and kissed her. Helen froze when she felt the other’s lips on hers, her cheeks turned red and her eyelids fell slightly, even if the person kissing her was a girl too, it still felt amazing. “There,” Stella said after pulling away. “Now if you tell anyone I was smoking, I’ll tell everyone you kissed a girl.” After that she released Helen and left. The shorter girl fell on her knees, her eyes still half closed, as she watched the other getting further and further away.

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