Dear internet

Hi, my love.

It's the last day that I will be blessed with seeing you on a near-daily basis. I've struggled to come to terms with it, but hey, every good thing must come to an end. Hell, I bet that one day when I'm 100 years old I might start losing my rugged good looks too. Nah...

I don't have much to say but this: I enjoyed entertaining you lonely bastards for a few moments of my life. I felt I've finally given back to the community by  providing all you sad people meaning to your lives: I bet the reason you got up every morning was to come here and read my insanely intelligent journal entries.

Don't fear though, I shall return as soon as I find an outlet to plug my PC into in the new city I'm moving to. So, thank you for visiting somewhereelse and hope to see you soon...

Cheers!

Two days

Two days and counting. Yay and not.

Fickle world we live in. I couldn't describe our planet without using a handful of exploitives. In short, it sucks ass. And I'm not referring to the dumb animal.

I can't help but think that women are actually hellspawn sent by satan to conquer earth and trample on men. Sure, my view on the situation is really warped but bear with me for a moment. Have you ever had an argument with a woman? Uh-huh. Was it fun? Who came out on top? There's a simple reason for this friction - brainwaves:

Mens brainwaves flow like this: -------------------------
Womens, they flow like this: <|*@!#$(%&@(!)@%@(*)!@$@(!*(@

That, even though an estimation, is an accurate depiction of the crap that gets flung in between womens braincells.

I bid you farewell.

ANTI-BLOG

That's right. We all know they exist, yet we pretend they do no harm. We've all seen them. Go ahead, ask yourself. Have you seen one? YES! You have! See? I was right. I'm always right by the way (for future reference). Anyways, you just pretend they don't exist. We all know, and if you don't you're a blithering idiot, that I'm talking about BLOGS.

 
Everywhere you go, you always take with the weather with you. Damn, I hate that song! Come up with a decent tune you hippy assholes. Wait... what was I on about again... oh yes. BLOGS. I despise them. Every single one of them filled with confessions of hurt and love and all the crap that makes even the highly trained alcaholic puke in disgust, they are taking over the internet that we've all come to love and hate and they are turning it into one huge craphouse for people to dump their feelings and emotions in. It disgusts me. And you... you ignore them?

Don't you voyeurs and skanky web cam sluts see? Life as we know it could come to a crashing halt if we do not stop these "bloggers" from spending all their time spreading the blog disease, telling the world that they spent that Saturday night doing whatever the hell it is these assholes do, wasting good energy on a completely self centred activity (when they could be using that energy to get be a damn beer, for example) and ultimately killing off the useful space that we are so quickly running out of on the internet.

 
Oh, but wait! You never even thought about the limit in size we have for the internet! You thought it was all one big black hole that could be filled to the brim with crap like your David Hasselhof porn collection, pictures of you holding your PC intimately and, my personal favourite, pages and pages of whining and whining about your crappy personal life!

 
Well it's not, you stupid skywalker wannabes!

 
So, do the internet a favour, admit to having a diary (because that's what a blog is, freak!) and delete your blog. Tree's are here for a reason, people. Go to the local store and buy a little notepad (and if you're an idiot, you can buy an expensive diary), and fill it up with all the crap you've been wasting space with on the net.

 
"Everywhere you go you always take the weather with you...

 
HA! Now I bet it's stuck in your head too! Fools.

 
Over and out.

someoneelse

 

ps: What a day I had yesterday. I miss my doggie and ate some pie. Anyhoo, that's it for my online journal post for today. See ya next time, losers.

 

pps: Bacon and eggs

 

ppps: Ahhhh... forget it.

Anti-BLOG online jounal post (who the hell made that stupid word up anyway!?)

Anti-BLOG online jounal post (who the hell made that stupid word up anyway!?)

 
That's right. We all know they exist, yet we pretend they do no harm. We've all seen them. Go ahead, ask yourself. Have you seen one? YES! You have! See? I was right. I'm always right by the way (for future reference).

Anyways, you just pretend they don't exist. We all know, and if you don't you're a blithering idiot, that I'm talking about BLOGS.

 

Everywhere you go, you always take with the weather with you. Damn, I hate that song! Come up with a decent tune you hippy assholes. Wait... what was I on about again... oh yes. BLOGS. I despise them. Every single one of them filled with confessions of hurt and love and all the crap that makes even the highly trained alcaholic puke in disgust, they are taking over the internet that we've all come to love and hate and they are turning it into one huge craphouse for people to dump their feelings and emotions in. It disgusts me. And you... you ignore them?

Don't you voyeurs and skanky web cam sluts see? Life as we know it could come to a crashing halt if we do not stop these "bloggers" from spending all their time spreading the blog disease, telling the world that they spent that Saturday night doing whatever the hell it is these assholes do, wasting good energy on a completely self centred activity (when they could be using that energy to get be a damn beer, for example) and ultimately killing off the useful space that we are so quickly running out of on the internet.

 

Oh, but wait! You never even thought about the limit in size we have for the internet! You thought it was all one big black hole that could be filled to the brim with crap like your David Hasselhof porn collection, pictures of you holding your PC intimately and, my personal favourite, pages and pages of whining and whining about your crappy personal life!

 
Well it's not, you stupid skywalker wannabes!

 
So, do the internet a favour, admit to having a diary (because that's what a blog is, freak!) and delete your blog. Tree's are here for a reason, people. Go to the local store and buy a little notepad (and if you're an idiot, you can buy an expensive diary), and fill it up with all the crap you've been wasting space with on the net.

 
"Everywhere you go you always take the weather with you...

 
HA! Now I bet it's stuck in your head too! Fools.

 
Over and out.

someoneelse

 
ps: What a day I had yesterday. I miss my doggie and ate some pie. Anyhoo, that's it for my online journal post for today. See ya next time, losers.

 
pps: Bacon and eggs

 
ppps: Ahhhh... forget it.

Fuck.

Yup. Fuck.

My days here are nearly done, and for that I am grateful. On the other hand, I am probably going down a few wrong roads in the process... taking a few wrong turns... why? Because I can. Live with it.

Despite my insanely great personality and strong character, I do have a few simple weaknesses. Yup. I am human. I am setting myself up for a few major falls, getting ready to shit bricks, pull teeth and get my chicken choked. *sigh* That poor chicken.

Once again I had a point to portray in this prominent post, but FUCK knows I cannot say it anymore, because all these familiar eyes watch my blog closely... and before I know it "manlystud69" will spew his gayness all over my blog again, making it crusty with splooge. Ugh.

Fuck...

Good morning internet...

Good morning, my lovely little online journal. How be you today? As fine as the drizzly morning, twinkling with dew? As crisp as the minty fresh air in my lungs? I doubt it...

After all, you're just a collection of 1's and 0's, aren't you?

The weekend. *sigh* It was just another weekend. Same old heartache, same old fun, same old games and the same old rum (which was quite refreshing, as I made sure to drink it really fast and in large quantities). I got told that I'm an asshole, so nothing new there. Hmm... I wrote a song about how crappy earth is, nothing new there. I got my heart torn wide open, and now I'm staring at my insides... wondering if I like the feeling or not? Nothing new there. Nope. Nothing new at all...

So tell me, online voyeurs, do your weekends feel this repetitive too? Do you loathe the repetition of life? Or do you embrace it, improving on those daily things you experience?

I, for one, don't feel strongly one way or the other :-P

ergh...

ergh... ugh...

Dying today. Really, it must be my time. I have a disease. I am an alcaholic... and nothing short of divine intervention could stop me from feeling like absolute crap today. I vow to never touch a drop of alcahol again in the next 7 hours. Wait, make that 6 hours. Nevermind the fact that I did something extremely stupid last night that I'll probably regret towards the end of the month. Curious?

Well, despite the fact that I just shifted to the next paragraph to make it seem like I had a point, I don't. All I have is the headache I so rightously earned last night. That and the hazy dream-like state I'm in due to the near-complete lack of sleep.

ergh...

Goodnight, Rattie

Goodnight, my sweet Rattie.

You meant a lot to us. Your wheezing squeak as you hopped around in your cage, with that silly rat face of yours. The way you would always try and prevent us from taking the food or water bowl out of the cage. The way you would rush to the bowl and dig for the piece of dog food you loved so much. The way you'd curl up into a ball inside your housie even though it would be 40 degrees outside. The way you would run up and down when you heard one of our voices. The way you made coming home to an empty room so much easier for me. The way you would entertain visitors, who were suprised that rats could be such cool creatures.

I'll miss you :( *sniffle*

R.I.P.

Happy day after valentines...

OK. FINALLY. I managed to get the mountain of women off of me for just enought time to write a blog entry.
Lets get straight to the point.

VALENTINES DAY!

I tried my best to enjoy it. Really, I did. It was all happy-clappy and, due to my sadistic nature, I rather enjoy whacking hot chicks away with a stick. In the end, it's all about where you connect them, my favourite spot being upside the head as it makes a very satisfying *THUMP* noise.

The day went along, as my inbox flooded with "I WANT YOUR BEEF" mails, and I soon got bored. Why is it that this horribly commercialised holiday still strikes true in a females heart? Is it because it celebrates the wonderful emotion we've come to know as love? No, I can tell you why.

It's because women get free stuff. They love it! At every little opportunity they get, they'll want something for free. The women I know are all supermodels, and are used to being treated like queens, and it's these women that show the true colours behind Valentines best.

FREE STUFF FOR WOMEN, FREE SEX FOR MEN.

Shit I hate this planet...

Wow, I rule some more!

Jeez. I knew I rocked, but hell... I had no idea that I rocked to this magnitude.

See, the past few months my confidence has been growing. Women are starting to flock towards me, screaming and scratching each other to get first in line. The one time it got so bad that this super-model looking girl ripped her shirt off like the Hulk (a super sexy version of the Hulk), and did a banshee like howl to clear a pathway towards my hot body. Alas, Kerry McGregor gave her a second degree titty twister to stop her. It will suffice to say that it was a gore-fest of hot babes just itching to get a piece of me.

I don't know how to handle this fame and glory though. Once every single woman on earth is after you, you kinda get bored with them. Sure, it rules having boobs slapping you in the face from time to time, but you kind of get sick of it.

Maybe one day when I'm not considered as the hottest stud on earth, I'll lose some confidence and regain some interest in these angels.

Cheers for now

hehe

Hehe.

Life is a peanut. You eat it, and when you crap it out, it smells shitty.

No, really. I have an ego more inflated than Jennifer Lopez's ass. My ego is like a huge bulge in the pants, it grows and grows and one day, it just might pop into a bloody mess of snow and rose petals.

I really, truly, undoubtfully kick ass.

I just thought that I'd share this with the lonely geeks and voyeurs that read random "blogs" around the globe. Oh, and from now on, I'm referring to blogs as "journals". Because nothing sounds gheyer than blogs.

You see, mega-geeks and skanky web-cam sluts, I am what you will never be. I am the one and only pinnacle of greatness. I am, what you freaks might call me, the Luke Skywalker of today.

 
I rock.

 
Oh, you want a couple of reasons? You need proof? Well, eat your hearts out gheymo's because not only do I have proof, I have the wisdom, the patience and the stamina to explain all of this (extremely hard to grasp) knowledge to you.

I am someoneelse. The one and only (barring the other 1249 geeks that thought it would be mega k-rad 1337 to call themselves someoneelse) someoneelse!

I Am The Mighty SOE.

I am more talented than your favourite trekkie could ever be; I am more wise than your demi-god Yoda; I am more patient than your parents (who have been putting up with your existence in their basement for the last 30 years) are; I am the one;

I am NEO.

I RULE.

I can bet you right now – one day, when you are 80 years old, shrivelling in a blanket that smells of pee and vitamins, you will remember this journal entry. You will remember someoneelse, and how great he was.

You. Will. Remember.

I thank you for spending half a minute of your "precious" time to envelop yourself in awe as you bask in the glory of my mighty aura.

Someoneelse

Ps:  I RULE.

Yeah yeah.

Another day in gheyland. Yay for me and my miserable existance. No worries though, soon I can say goodbye to shit town and hello to not-that-shit town. Hopefully I can do something with my mega awesome, unrivalled 1337 guitar skillz, and rock the free worlds bunghole.

It's most likely that I'll run into heartache, and possibly even redemption, and that my friends is the scary road we've come to know as the unknown. But hell, I'm not sitting on my ass here and waiting for some opportunity to fall into my lap. If you want a lapdance, you gotta do it yourself.

Alas, I'm still here waiting for the 24th - my last day at work. Waiting, waiting, waiting...
Finished all the games installed on my PC, watched all the movies and entertainment I have, run out of plutonic ways to keep myself busy during the frustrating wait. But on Friday night, I'm taking my 40 bucks and going to the local hotel to see if I can have a good time on my own. Sure I can, right?

Consoles suck!

Interesting heading, isn't it? Well, it has nothing to do with my blog entry.

Tried updating my blog a few times, but timing out isn't my cup o tea so I left the world of blogging to the experts for a while. Luckily I met a blog genius who informed me of the email updating, so here I am... testing it out.

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