I rarely have violent dreams, but last night I was unleashed. I was dreaming that I was in a cage fight with Corey Worthington. The dream was great, I was punching and kicking the sh*t out of him until I had him in a full mount and I was pounding him until he begged for mercy.
For the peeps who don’t know who Corey Worthington is here’s a quick summary. He is a 17 year old, blond bleached and pimple-faced kid who trashed the house of his parents when he threw a party that got way out of hand. He made national and international headlines about his infamous party and now he’s cashing in.
Instead of taking responsibility for his actions and getting punished for what he’s done, there are some people/companies who feel the need to reward this d*ckhead. He’s been on a paid party tour through Australia, he’s got a single coming out, he’s appearing in commercials and currently you can see him on Big Brother Australia.
I hate everything he stands for and even though it was just a dream; it felt very satisfying to ground and pound the little sh*thead!!!
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Locked your door and pretended you were not at home when someone came to visit you? You can call me an anti-social person I don’t care, but if I don’t feel like entertaining or talking to someone I lock the door. Now I have to be honest and say that our doors are always locked. Our front door opens straight into the living room which is something I don’t like so I always keep it locked.
Last night I was sitting behind the computer while DH was sleeping on the couch when I saw a car pull up into our drive way. It was one of DH’s brothers. The thing with that brother is that we NEVER see or hear from him unless he needs something from us and usually that something is money. I didn’t feel like talking to my brother-in-law and I also didn’t want to wake DH up because I knew he’d had some rough nights without sleep. So I didn’t open the door for my brother-in-law when he knocked on the door. He could not have known anyway if we were home or not.
Does it make me a bad person? I don’t think so! I think that only visiting your family whenever you think you can get some money is worse…
I have confession to make… I have a little crush on Jason Castro. Jason Castro is the dude with beautiful dreadlocks that has made it to the top 4 of American Idol. I always pride myself in not watching crap TV programs, but let’s be honest - whenever there is yummy eye candy on TV my principles fly out of the window with tremendous speed. The crush is silly and very immature, but I don’t care. If I was ten years younger I’d be stalking the dude. He is totally the kind of guy I would be going for.
Anyway, week after week he managed to turn stupid and boring songs into songs that are actually pleasant to listen to. Seriously American Idol, what were you thinking to let the contestants sing Dolly Parton and Andrew Loyd Webber songs? We live in 2008 you know!!! You should know what kind of people are watching your stupid show. Yesterday Jason Castro finally had the chance to sing some songs he liked himself; Bob Marley and Bob Dylan.
But guess what happened? While I really enjoyed his performance of “I shot the sherrif” the judges were ripping it apart. Calling it a karaoke performance and saying he should not have touched the song, because Bob Marley is…. well Bob Marley. I was screaming at the TV “You suck Randy!!” and “You suck even more Simon!!” Paula tried to sound positive but it was obvious she didn’t like it either.
After being burned and ripped apart for his first performance he came back on stage with a Bob Dylan song and the pore dude forget some lines. What do you expect after such sucky comments from the judges? Simon told Jason Castro to start packing his bags, because he was going home. All I can say is: “SIMON YOU SUCK!!!” I heart Jason Castro and if he brings out an album I certainly would buy it, because I love his voice and style of singing.
I have a little crush on Mr. Whippy!! Every Sunday Mr. Whippy comes into our street to sell ice cream to whining children… and me. I can hear the ice cream truck from miles away. The music is simple, but very effective. Whenever I hear his music it’s like golden rays of sunshine break through dark clouds and brighten up the entire world.
Yes, Mr. Whippy brings out the inner child in me. The inner child that wants to dance to the music that is coming out of the truck, the inner child that wants to spoil itself with nice ice cream, the inner child that is silly and thinks that if Mr. Whippy became president he could solve all world problems with his ice cream.
Mr. Whippy I heart you!!!! I am counting down the days until he comes again…
I have a little crush on Mr. Whippy!! Every Sunday Mr. Whippy comes into our street to sell ice cream to whining children… and me. I can hear the ice cream truck from miles away. The music is simple, but very effective. Whenever I hear his music it’s like golden rays of sunshine break through dark clouds and brighten up the entire world.