eminem is one angry dude. i am listening to my brother blast it defiantly through his poor desktop speakers. the moment them damn thingz bust is the moment i will be free from this too-blonde-for-tv psychopath with a record deal. (his music is ingenious, i’ll give him that, but damn. too much of em is disturbing if you ask me.)
i’m a word collector. and today’s fascination lies in the word himbo, “a man who is good-looking, but unintelligent or superficial.” …in other words, a male bimbo. yes, they do exist, now according to dictionaries worldwide. It’s not exactly some shit i’d throw in my vocabulary persay, but the fact that it made it to the dictionary simply astontishes and depresses me. another word that can now be found in the dictionary is bling…. *sigh*. not a fucking thing can be said.
the sky vehemently spat at me today. why it was spitting, i don’t friggin know. but i was personally offended. nevermind the fact that the entire eastern section of south florida was affected. point is, i was attacked by these evil rain drops that decided to contaminate me the moment i thought the sun was going to bless me with its presence. but alas! the clouds decided to drain themselves. bastards.
now, i’m not one to ask many questions. okay…maybe sometimes. but this is one i cannot go without asking: Why, oh WHY, is there a Guiness World Record for the Farthest Spaghetti Nasal Ejection?! Some dumb boy in new mexico holds the record for the longest spaghetti strand blown out of a nostril in a single blow. that, my friends, is friggin disGUSting.
nuff said. laterz! 
