Faggots and Niggras and Spics! Oh MY!!

This guy I know...actually...this guy who is my boyfriend told me that his grandparents just told him that they hate Jackson because "the blacks" are taking over. They used that 'N' word though. He was of course appalled. He told them, in a desperate attempt to change the subject, that he had eaten at Que Sera Sera (a local New Orleans style restaurant) the night before. They proceed to tell him that they hate that restaurant as "the queers" have taken it over. I wanted him to say, "Yes, were it not for the damned gooks and the chinks, the spics and the micks, the Mike and Ike's, the Cheech and Chongs, the Mama's and the Papa's, the Burt's and Ernie's.....the world would be a much better place. Hail Hitler!" Instead, he said, "Oh."

The picture at the top is in honor of all the boyfriend's grandparents out there who have old world views of a perfect Arian civilization.

Wipe That Head Off Your Face

I've been sick for the past week or so. I also have had no internet access. No net = no journal entries. I am actually writing all of this out soas to type and post it later. Actually, now would be that later as I am now typing it and posting it. Nevermind.

So what's new with me? Well, I have decided to sellout. Several people have told me that I should try modeling. I have always despised models and the fashion world in general as they are so waxy and arrogant. The only reason I am going to try is that that if I actually do get a job in Versatan's Army, my only skills will be to smile and stand there. I would be making better money and there would be, basically, no work involved other than mandatory gym time and a lowered I.Q. My sister used to be with Wilamina (or however it is spelled) modeling agency. I guess I need to get in touch with her. I want the purchase of my soul to be as painless as possible. Goddamn it! What the hell am I thinking? I could probably get away with it as long as I am not having to take off my shirt. Well, maybe if I cover my face too. Actually I should just model Arabic women's clothing. Yea, I could do that.

What else? I have a boyfriend now. Not going to mention anything at all about him as I hate to waste time. Not that I think he is a waste of time. I would just rather not go into details about him potentially pointlessly if this does not work out. If we are together for a while, I will tell everyone all about him. Did that make any sense? Probably not. Oh well.

I have been watching silent films from the 1920s. They are great! Well, I love them anyway. Actually, I have added one of them to my Top Ten Favorite Movies of All Time list. "The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari" is like something from one of Tim Burton's nightmares. It kicks the proverbial ass.

Writing sucks gorilla nipples. I write so much slower than I type. I could have finished a novel in the time it has taken to write out all of this. I'm no Mavis Beacon but still. I need a cigarette. I am tired of quitting smoking. I think I should just quit quitting. At least I know I could be successful at that. Maybe I'll take up scuba diving. Actually, I want to start skydiving. I guess any form of diving would be fine. Not really picky I suppose. What the fuck am I talking about.

Not sure if anyone else is familiar with the term "High on life and lovin' the Lord!" I have decided to start telling people, "God bless you. I am cracked out on Christ!" See, it is kind of the same thing.