Victory means nothing... Response is everything

I'm sure at least one person read this... and I am true to my word. I will not disappoint.

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You are Iron Man

Iron Man 80% Hulk 75% Spider-Man 70% Green Lantern 70% Superman 70% Catwoman 65% The Flash 65% Supergirl 60% Batman 60% Robin 55% Wonder Woman 45%

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Too bad it wasn't Spider-Man... oh well, he's third on the list! I'M STILL MADE OF IRON MOTHER FUCKERS!!!!!!!!

Okay, maybe I've fucked up something really good that I had going. I don't know. I really hope that it isn't fucked... I'm going to prove myself and show that I can do what I say and that I'm not just a big shit talker.

This is the entry that needs to be saved and go down in history and be kept forever and ever. I am going to stop smoking weed and prolly gonna stop doin just about every other drug that there is. I am going to get a real job that actually pays more than 6 dollars an hour. Kiewit sounds good, but I gotta get clean before I can even think of trying to get on there and it's gonna take me a couple weeks to burn my thc out because I'm prolly saturated as fuck. I haven't been smoking as much as I usually do, but still. Get some niacin, sit in a hot car, sweat the fucken thc out.

You know, I should do the thing that I was supposed to do already, get a job at a fucken bar because I went to school for it... jesus christ. I need someone to hit me upside the fucken head with a baseball bat... and I think someone has today. Why is it that I am like I am? I just had an awakening... how the hell am I supposed to take care of someone else when I can't even fucken take care of myself? I am not a lost cause, I'm a good worker and do what I do good when I have a job, but the last couple jobs I had, I got arrested and that got me fired. Well, since I'm gonna quit smoking, I won't get arrested for having weed with me.

I don't know how to feel right now. I'm depressed because I'm a fuck up and should've taken control of my life years ago, and now when someone I love tells me that if I don't do something about it, they're gonna leave my life. Someone asked me one time if I would never stop smoking weed for any reason what-so-ever... well, I love weed, I love it so fucken much. But I I love someone else more. I love her so much. She doesn't think I love her, she thinks that she's just another thing to take up time in my life. It's not true. I love her so much.

I'm watching Moral Orel right now, and it has to be one of the most fucked up shows I've ever seen. It's blasphemes as hell and it is degrading to women... I cannot believe Cartoon Network would allow some shit like that on there. Oh well, I watch it to see what's gonna come on next... holy fuck...

Okay... well, I'm finished for now. I miss my girl and I wish she didn't hate me right now. I will prove myself, babe, if you read this. I will... I love you so fucken much...

So, I've created my own MySpace. I feel so special now. I'm a loser like everyone else. Oh well. Not much else going on in my life, gonna try and get this job at H.E.B. It's gonna be alright, I've worked for them before so I know the drill.

Um, as for the rest of my life, there isn't really much to say. Me and my girl are doing just fine. I think tonight I'm gonna get drunk and pass out so I don't have to think about all the time I wish I could spend with her but really can't...

Just wanted to add some pictures of myself for the world to see... I dunno if anyone even reads this anymore, but it's still cool.

Ok, I got to try acid the other night. IT WAS SWEET! It could have been better though. I had a nice weekend on top of that. I had a party at MY PLACE! MY PLACE!!!! Woot!!! Friday and Saturday nights. The acid I took wasn't like the shit of the shit, but it was good. I was rolling on the ground laughing my ass off. I was drunk as fuck when I took it though, so that probably affected the trip, maybe not enhancing, but deffinitly altering.

As for the Friday night, well, Scott decided to take a roofie and not tell anyone that he had took it. We also had an entire half gallon of Jagermeister. This mother fucker decides to chug about a fifth to himself, in less then a minute. From what I understand he was running around the place where I live, screaming, and joining other parties, only to realize that the people that he was running into were crazy. He also grooped the fuck out of my girlfriend, full frontal groopage too, and also tried to kiss her. Well, I thought that he was trying to kiss her, so I ran over and punched him in the side pretty fucken hard. Then he decides to bang his head into the pavement very hard, several times. Well, we finally get him into the car to take him home, but he hopes in the driver side saying, "LET ME DRIVE! LET ME DRIVE!" Finally, my girlfriend convinced him to get in the passenger side so she could drive. When we get him to his house, we had to drag him all the way to his bed and take off his fucken shoes and socks and get him all cozyed up and nice. There was Jager puke EVERYWHERE though...

Well, I guess I should sign off of here... peace out to those who still read the chronicles of the meat!

Ok, so I went to see The Hills Have Eyes like a week or so ago. The day it came out, like last Tuesday or something. Me and my girl went to Corpus to do some shit, and we went to Buffalo Wild Wings for some food. It was excellant. Egg-Salad. We were supposed to bring Scott with us too, but he ended up crashing at Josh's house and going to Jerrod's in the morning so I was just like, "Eh, he's at Jerrod's house, just leave him." And of course, Scott got butthurt by it but he got over it.

Last night was sweet, got fucked up like a football bat. Took and adderall and drank hella beer and smoked hella resin. Fucked up my knee on my trailer hitch because it was dark. So, I'm high and I'm gonna go. PEACE!

Been a long time since I've posted in here. I don't have the internet so I have to either go to Jerrod's or my Mom's to post shit on the net. It kinda sucks, I love the internet. And not having it really sucks ass. But I can hang, I've been doing it for the last couple years now anyways.

As far as how things are going, things are going as usual. I've took some rolls that I think had mescaline in them. The fucken couch swallowed me up and I felt like I was floating in a dream world, while rolling my ass off and feeling sunked into the ground like on opium. Needless to say, it was fucken sweet, though I don't reckomend snorting these particular ones because THEY FUCKEN BURN LIKE FIRE! I think I'm gonna try and get some more when I get a chance, they fucken rule.

Me and my chick are still going pretty strong. We had a bad day the other day when we were coming down from rolls and she got all emotional and depressed and broke up with me, saying she couldn't do it anymore. But, the next morning, she came over and asked me to forgive me and we had badass make-up sex. It was good.

Well, that's really about it. Looking for a job that will pay me at least 6 dollars an hour because the price of gas just went up hella, AGAIN! It's really starting to piss me off. I wish my car ran on fart fuel, I definitly got plenty of that.

I'm gonna sign off for now. Hopefully someone still reads this shit, it's been on here since like '03. Peace out my nigronis!

Well, over the course of this last weekend, I did alot of bad things that ruin a persons brains and I prolly won't be doing any of these things again for a long time... staying up for three days on x and coke is hard on your body, especially when you have a spider bite that gets infected on your leg. But it's all good, the good moments conquered the bad and things went well. The only thing that I hated the most was the fact that when I'm all good and drugged up, my cock doesn't seem to want to work right... and that truely is annoying. But, it was all taken care of the very next day... I could go into details, but I'm sure no one would believe me anyways.

Well then, I must go off. I'm gonna take a shower and prolly clean up my beard... it needs a shampooing. So, this is ol' Meatwad signing off... peace out nigronis...

Well, it's been awhile since I've touched this thing. I'm not gonna say much here, just the basics. Things have been goin good. My girl and I have gotten more serious over the last month. I've gotten my trailer cleaned and liveable right now, the only problem is there is no running water or gas. It's got heat and A/C and a fridge, so ya know. I've pretty much quit doin drugs all together. I know that the cops read this shit to get their jollies off and see what we're doin and when. No worries, they don't know shit. They still think that the GZA is some sort of gang. I am Lord Meatwad of Schizophrenia, the Spaceman Spiff of Sociopathology. That's my name in the GZA, ya stupid fucks. How's about that for a gang name.

Well, that's about all I can say. I'm prolly gonna go get drunk tonight and see my chick tomarrow morning. I need to find a fucken job, though, so that is really getting in the way. Hah, a job would get in the way of my other 'free' time too.

So long for this entry. Fuck it, I'll get tagged.

Ground Rules: The first player of this "game" starts with the topic "5 weird
habits of yours" and people who get tagged need to write an LJ entry about their
5 quirky habits as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to
choose the next 5 people to be tagged and list their names

1. I love to smoke too much weed.
2. I love to drink lots of alcohol
3. I love to have lots of sex
4. I love to play disc golf
5. I love to play with peoples minds

Okay, so much for the weirdness, but who gives a fuck...