Howdy, me again. Just sittin up here at work trying my damndest not to do my job. My boss, or i should say one of my bosses, is going on vacation next week. You have no idea how wonderfull this will be. This guy is one of the most pretentious blow hards I have ever had the displeasure to meet. He never thinks he is wrong and when he is wrong he clams up and gets pissy with eveyone because life has once again informed him that, yes, he is just as much a fuck up as everyone else. Not to mention the guy has the face of a rat. I shit you not, he has a long pointed noise and a mustache with buck teeth that protrude from beneath it. The only thing missing is are stroies of how he ate his young. The guy could teach classes on haow to be a smarmy dickhead so you can imagine that when he does take his vacation it will be like week long remission of a chronic case of hemroids. If you can't tell already, i'm a little cranky, but that's just how i get when people decide, for no reason what so ever, to be complete assholes. That's all, later

Comment! (0) | Recommend!

[MY NAME IS]: Charlie DeButy
[IN THE MORNING I]: I wake up, get pissed because i can never sleep past 8 o clock, pee, get in the shower, leave the house and wonder around town till i get sleepy again
[ALL I NEED IS]: someone to love
[I'M AFRAID OF]: female ghosts, dark windows, the phrase "we need to talk,"hardware seminars, hurting people
[I DREAM ABOUT]: things i wish i could think of when i'm awake

FAVORITES

[COLOR]: blue
[NUMBER]: don't have one
[SUBJECT]: English
[CLOTHING BRAND]: i don't care as long as it fits me.
[SHOE BRAND]: converse, shoes that when you look at them you automaticly call sneakers
[SPORT TO WATCH]: hockey
[DRINK]: water, capri sun, pbr
[ANIMAL]: wolverines
[HOLIDAY]: it's a tie between halloween and christmas
[MUSIC]: anything. except for most country and trance. i do like some country though... don't tell.
[MOVIE]: too many choices. i love most movies.

WHO

[makes you laugh the most?]: emily
[makes you smile]: emily and my daughter
[gives you a good feeling when you see them]: emily
[easiest to talk to]: emily and my mom

DO YOU EVER

[Sit on the Internet all day waiting for someone special to IM you?]: hell no.
[save AOL/aim conversations]: no, what the hell for
[wish you were a member of the opposite sex]: only to find out there secrets
[cry because of someone saying something to you]: yes

HAVE YOU EVER

[fallen for your best friend]: yes
[been rejected]: indeed.
[rejected someone]: yes, i don't like doing it
[used someone]: yeah, but then i felt a really bad
[been cheated on]: *sigh* yeah.
[done something you regret]: yes

WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON

[you talked to on the phone]: emily
[hugged]: Mom.
[you instant messaged]: emily
[you laughed with]: emily

DO YOU, ARE YOU

[smoke cigarettes]: yes trying to quit
[obsessive]: not really, sometimes
[could you live without the computer?]: yes
[how many peeps are on your buddylist?]: 1
[what's your favorite food?]: mexican food, it'll kill me one day
[what's your favorite fruit?]: i like all fruits. except peaches, yes peaches, i know i'm an asshole
[drink alcohol?]: yes, i imbibe on occasion. occasion being almost every weekend.
[like watching sunrises or sunset]: yup.
[what bothers me the most?]: the bad people do so easily to each other
[trust others way too easily?]: yes, i'm a little chumpish

NUMBER

[of times I have had my heart broken?]: once.
[of hearts u have broken?]: possibly one
[of continents I have lived in?]: 1.
[of drugs taken illegally?]: 1.
[of CD's that I own?]: more than i can think of right now.
[of scars on my body?]: too many.
[of things in my past that I regret?]: too many

PICK ONE

[MARRY PERFECT FRIEND OR PERFECT LOVER]:you can't marry one without the other
[CATS OR DOGS]: dogs
[1 PILLOW OR 2]: 2.
[W/ OR W/O ICE CUBES]: with.
[TOP OR BOTTOM]: top
[WINTER/SPRING/SUMMER/FALL]: fall
[NIGHT OR DAY]: both
[GLOVES OR MITTENS]: gloves.
[DRESSED OR UNDRESSED]: depends on the mood
[BUNK OR WATER BED]: bunk bed, water beds are a pain in the ass. and the back and the neck and the legs... and bunk beds are more fun.
[MTV OR VH1]: vh1, i like all of their little documentaries and star interviews and the i love the 70s and 80s. good stuff.
[OCEAN OR POOL]: ocean. bigger, prettier, float easier, full of fish and shells and dolphins and seals and sharks and coral and... stuff.
[SHOWERS OR BATHS]: usually shower, but a bath with a beer can't be beaten
[LOVE OR LUST]: love, because i lust after the guy i love anyway.
[SILVER OR GOLD]: silver.
[DIAMONDS OR PEARLS]: i feel wierd answering this question because i'm a guy

IF YOU COULD

[Move anywhere]: hawaii
[Meet one famous person]: stephen king
[Live with one person the rest of your life]: emily
[Name one thing you love]: i'll name two, gracie and emily
[Name one thing that embarrasses you]: my feet
[Do you like school?]: if i think i am going to be inspired yes, that hasn't happened yet, so no
[Do you like to talk on the telephone?]: only to certain people. i don't like being on the phone constantly though.
[Do you like to dance?]: hell yeah. especially in the privacy of my bedroom or in small spaces were it's hard to see me
[Do you sing in the shower?]: yes and in the car and in small spaces where it's hard to see me
[Do you think cheerleading is a sport?]: if there in some kind of competiton, then....yes
[What's on your ceiling?]: a small dent where i hit head from jumping on the bed
[What's the hardest thing about growing up?} The pain of your emotional growth. Realization comes with age and the more you grow the more acountable you become for yourself, your actions, who you love, who you hurt and how you hurt yourself. Trying to be a good man

THE END!
say something dammit!!!! (2)

*i'm starving!*

Comment! (0) | Recommend!

DON'T CALL IT A COMEBACK! Hey it' me again. Just sitting here chomping down on some black eyed peas. i was driving around today thinking of what to write on my blog. Trying to think of something to write that you philestines would find interesting when I reached a segment of the cd i was listening to with some prettty vulgar language. Most of the music I listen to has vulgar language. I'm sorry, I'm a creton at heart. Anyways, somehing ocured to me. Every couple of months there is some fly-by-night, really hot this second, brand new slang term that everyone who cable uses until the country achieves some kind mass hatred for it and then it's forgotten, like WOOT, or MUG, or, one that I particularly hate, HOLLA.
But the one thing you never hear is a new curse word. You never hear someone or a group of people start some new, hip curse word like.........like, i don't know........GUTCH, yeah GUTCH. If I tried to turn people on to GUTCH I would probably get a permanent seat reserved for me on the wussy wagon. I would throw it out at partys when speaking badly about someone. "Man, GUTCH that guy." Or " Yeah, my dentist is a real GUTCH." You see. It's new so the possibilities are endless, but then again if this little concept did catch on the people would eventually find some way to make it super lame and strip mine all creativity and originality out of it. So, i guesse if have read this, forgett you read it. Forget the fact that i have come up with a very witty, and possibly briliant idea. Keep using the same old curse words and try to erase this sad little GUTCH of a Blog entry. The classics never go out of style.






This has nothing to do with the entry, but that's me. I know it's not a very good picture but if you look at it you can still get that "I'll give you a dollar not to stand so close to me look" that I give off.

Adios

Comment! (1) | Recommend!

Howdy, me again. I'm having to type in short bursts so if I loose my train of thought just bare with me. It might just be me but when I see old people out driving around they always look like animals. There are all different kinds. You have the taller old guys with the over sized ears that sit bolt up right in the dtiver seat. These always remind me of Gorillas, not the majestic, dangerous ones you see in the Congo but the old crabby , half bald ones you see at county fairs that they've taught how to smoke. Then there are the little old guys who hug the wheel and peek over the dashboard like box turtles. You have the skinnny elderly women with big Golden Girls hair that look like scavenger birds. They all wear that same scowl on their face that makes them look like they have beaks. Then you have the squatier ladies. These are the worst, the biggest danger on the road and usually the nieghborhood football thief. These women brood behind the steering wheel like old Gilla Monsters waiting for something to come into thier bite radius. But the one thing that dehumanizes all of them are the gigantic, wraparound terminator sun glasses they all wear. Is it a law that after you reach a certain age you have to drive a ridiculously big car and look like a robot lizard. just a thought band to check out: Broken Social Scene, these guys are amazing

Comment! (1) | Recommend!

Comment! (1) | Recommend!

Hello there. This is the begining of my Blog. I don't really know what I'm going to rite in this thing. I'v never been involved with anything called a Blog before, except for some strange noises I probably make when I'm drunk, but that's neither here nor there. I have a little bit of a tendancy to get diarhea of the brain so there's no telling what the hell is going to get put down on this thing. I'd like to think I have alot to talk about, but then again I'm the only one who thinks it's funny.

I guesse the whole point of typing on the Blog is so other people can read your thoughts and make comments on them. Frankly, the idea of other people being able to read my thoughts disturbs me and keeps me up at night, but what the hell. i can't promise anything, but if you stick with me i promise that the spelling will be terrible and the grammer, even worse.And i guarantee that if you keep reading my Blog you will eventually loose all interest in what i have to say. That being said, let's start.





Morbid Curiostiy of The Day : I was eating out with my family at one of those giant buffet resteraunts. The kind that turns into a human zoo on a friday. I'm pretty sure some feces got thrown at some point in the night. We had finished our meal and were making our way through the maze of tables when something caught my eye. At one of the tables near the exit ther was a family eating and talking to one another. wierdos. What caught my eye was that the father had a shaved head. I don't think he was one of those rare breeds that start going bald and just say "fuck it" and go all the way. I think this guy just liked having a shaved head. What was so facinating about this was that he had a near perfect dome. I found myself staring at this guy's head and I had one of those thoughts that you don't know where the hell it comes from but it comes just the same. I wondered what it would be like to run my finger from the top of his forehead to the base of hs skull. Then I wondered what would happen if I did that. Would he get pissed and knock my front teeth into the back of my throat? Would he giggle and turn red with embarassment at being emasculated in front of his family. Or maybe there is some seceret "nausea spot" on bald guys and he would puke up the four pounds of all you can eat shrimp he had been no doubt packing away like he was trying to gain weight for a wrestling meet. The worst part was that I looked down and caught my hand actually reaching out for the guy's shorn noggin. I have my index finger out and everything. I quickly shuffled out of the place but I couldn't supress a little chuckle right before I hit the door.

Just thought i would write that down because let's face it, if you can't tell your bizaare thoughts to thousands of complete strangers, who can you tell them too?

That's all, later.

Comment! (1) | Recommend!