This is not a Photo … It’s a thousand words

Ok, so I own like a million domain names… But somehow, years ago, I managed to register them under a couple of different accounts … Since I get confused rather easily, and I have the attention span of a retarded gnat, I decided to call these guys up and consolidate all my registrations under one account…

I’ve been on hold for 10 20 minutes … The hold music is great good, but getting old.

It’s really (REALLY) not in my norm to give praise to a company for their customer service, but today - even after 20 minutes of hold time - I was in for a great shocking surprise. The young lady on the other end of the phone was A) Pleasant, B) Patient, and C) able to help me … And she did it all without so much as a hint of forign accent.

Thanks GoDaddy - You’ve made me decide to put my 9mm back in it’s security box and continue living without the deep desire to shoot the living shit out of my nearest calling center.

Ok, who the hell gave the mexicans in my neighborhood permission to use rollerblades at 5:27 in the mother lovin’ morning. For that matter, who the fuck gave the mexicans in my neighborhood the right to blade period? Listen, Juan, if you can’t say ‘ON YOUR LEFT’ in english, you sure as fuck don’t have permission to blow past me at 30Â miles per hour screaming something about being late for your next drywalling job.

Movable type - every pretentious fuck out there seems to be using it for their music-movie-literature-culture snob blog, so I finally broke down and installed it to see what makes it so damn fantastic.

Truth is this stuff is absolute, unadulterated, down-home-country shit designed by a couple of folks that know how to market manure to the seemingly endless masses of pseudo intellectual lemmings that can’t waste a few minutes to research the less-cool options availble to them.

I really don’t understand it’s popularity. I’ve been poking and proding this thing for the past hour and I just don’t see any reason to use it, much less pay for it.

Don’t you hate that guy that can’t NOT tell you what he has on his mind?

Well, thats me … Sure, I do filter things a bit - I won’t tell your mom she’s a MILF while your dad is sitting right next to her. Truth is, thats where my filter stops. Beyond self-preservation and managing to keep myself from a bloody beating (most of the time), I’ll say exactly what I’m thinking.

Why the hell is every fuck out there so damn offended by the truth? I’m not insulting you if it’s reality, your insulting yourself and simply unaware. I’m doing you a fuckin’ favor. Fix it or get over it.

For some reason, everyone in my life wants to point out the negative in anything I do …

Why is it, when something can have a thousand positives, even those close to me only see the negative? I find it hard enough to motivate myself to do anything, so the constant flow of negative energy coming at me is just about to push me into and underground existance where even my girlfriend isn’t allowed to see the things I create.

I makes me sad to know that total strangers appreciate the things I do while those that know me well just tell me how much I suck.