"Kill" is such a friendly word

Sometimes I wish I was like damonite and had shotguns to stroke suggestively or explosive chemicals to mix. Or like megiloth and had co-workers whom I could devastate with the suggestion that anal sex should be used as a form of birth control. If I had these things, it might give me a healthy outlet for my anger, which despite my best efforts to curtail in recent months, I apparently still have a lot of. When complete strangers in whose presence you have not uttered a single word look at you and tell you you need to calm down, there's a problem. Granted, it could be argued that said complete strangers should mind their own business, but that's not the point. I had a legitimate reason to be angry (the company basically jacked me out of overtime I had rightfully earned,) but if I'm carrying it around to the point where I look like a menace, then I need a healthier way of dealing with it and that's all there is to it.

( Stuff that will only interest metalheads )

The other bad thing was being forced to stay and work over (and not for overtime pay,) and then having to stop and get my oil changed got me to bed late which basically meant I had to sleep all evening up until work time. Not only did this mean I had no time to write, practice the axe, or even waste time on Playstation 2, it also meant I had to decline an invitation to play L5R! I haven't played one stinkin' game since Diamond Edition came out and that's two opprotunities in a row I've missed out on for silly reasons. On second thought, perhaps my anger is justified. All perfect strangers who cannot mind their own business should beware...

Haven't done a quiz in a while

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LAYER ONE:
-- Name: Tyree
-- Nicknames: Green Warlock, Uberreiniger
-- Birth Date: August 14th 1976
-- Current Location: Kansas City, MO
-- Eye Color: blue
-- Hair Color: blondish
-- Righty or Lefty: Righty

LAYER TWO:
-- Your heritage: English, Scottish, Irish, Berserker, I mean German
-- Shoes You Wore Today: Black leather work shoes, generic cross-trainers
-- Your Weakness: redheads
-- Your Fears: Not finding a lasting love, not leaving a lasting mark on the world
-- Your Perfect Pizza: sausage, pepperoni and chicken
-- Goal You'd Like to Achieve: Publish my novel, record a cd, play Hamlet or Macbeth on stage.

LAYER THREE:
-- Your Most Overused Phrase: "And then the CHUDs attacked..."
-- Your Thoughts First Waking Up: Where am I? What room am I in? What time is it? What day is it?
-- Your bedtime: noon!

LAYER FOUR:
-- Pepsi or Coke: Coke!
-- McDonald's or Burger King: Both, plus Subway, Mr. Goodcents, Sonic. I am a fast food whore.
-- Single or group dates: single
-- Adidas or Nike: Actually, I'd prefer a pair of cavalier boots.
-- Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: I prefer my tea hot and my 4th's of July White-Hot.
-- Chocolate or vanilla: vanilla slathered in chocolate syrup.
-- Cappuccino or coffee: cappucino

LAYER FIVE:
-- Smoke: no.
-- Cuss: Go suck the twat-snot outta yer sister's skidmarked panties you butt-fuckin', ball-sackin', blumpy-givin', champaigne enema-takin' motherfucker.
-- Sing: in the car
-- Take a Shower Every Day: If I don't I start looking like a homeless person real fast.
-- Have a Crush: Several. Some of you readinf this even know who you are.
-- Do You Think You've Been in Love: Oooh yeah.
-- Want to Go to College: Aiming to go back, actually.
-- Liked High School: yes
-- Want to Get Married: yes
-- Believe in Yourself: Sure do.
-- Get Motion Sickness: Who me? *airplanes into nearest mosh pit*
-- Think You're Attractive: *points to icon used for this post* What woman wouldn't want THIS?
-- Think You're a Health Freak: No, but I can be a bit of a hypchondriac.
-- Get Along with Your Parent(s): yes
-- Like Thunderstorms: Like Thunderstorms!? Baby, Thor and Odin call me for pointers on technique.
-- Play an instrument: guitar and bass. Used to play clarinet, but doubt I could even hold a whole note now, I haven't practiced in so long.

LAYER SIX:
In the past four years...
-- Drank alcohol: yes
-- Smoked: no
-- Done a Drug: no
-- Had Sex: yes
-- Made Out: yes
-- Gone on a Date: yes
-- Gone to the Mall?: I worked at one...
-- Eaten an Entire Box of Oreos: not in one sitting. That would be bad.
-- Eaten Sushi: yes
-- Been on Stage: that's what Ah do.
-- Been Dumped: yes
-- Gone Skating: yes
-- Made Homemade Cookies: yes
-- Gone Skinny Dipping: no, and that's troubling me because it seems like everybody I know has. And it's not like it's just something you can go out and do alone if you haven't done it 'cause then it's not the same.
-- Dyed Your Hair: no
-- Stolen Anything: no

LAYER SEVEN:
Ever...
-- Played a Game that Required Removal of clothing: kind of...
-- If So, was it Mixed Company: where the hell else whould I be doing it?
-- Been Trashed or Extremely Intoxicated: no
-- Been Caught "Doing Something": no
-- Gotten Beaten Up: no
-- Shoplifted: not exactly. I was the lookout.
-- Changed Who You Were to Fit in: I'd say yes, but I fail so miserably at it that it doesn't get far enough to say I really changed.

LAYER EIGHT:
-- Age You Hope to be Married: I've past that deadline so now it's just whenever
-- Numbers and Names of Children: I'd like to adopt at least one child once I'm married, whether I adopt more or sire them I'm willing to be flexible on. No more than three in any case, and two is really pushing it. List of names I like is a mile long.
-- Describe your Dream Wedding: Everyone gets to wear medieval clothing. Flowers in your hair are optional. There's wine and mead and it's outdoors at some place woody and enchanted-seeming. Live music would depend on what the bride and I could manage to agree on.
-- How Do You Want to Die: ceremonial execution by beheading.
-- Where You Want to Go to College: Kansas State University.
-- What Do You Want to be When You Grow Up: A novelist.
-- What Country Would You Most Like to Visit: England, Ireland, Italy, France.

LAYER NINE:
In a guy/girl..
-- Best Eye Color: depends
-- Best Hair Color: RED!
-- Height: I like tall, but I'm not overly particular.
-- Best Weight: Honestly, I'm not too picky here either.
-- Best Articles of Clothing: pants, shoes.
-- Best First Date Location: Either a movie or a coffee shop.
-- Best First Kiss Location: Um, on the mouth? ;)

LAYER TEN:
-- # of Drugs Taken Illegally: 0
-- # of People I Could Trust with My Life: 5
-- # of CDs that I Own: close to 200 by now. I haven't counted.
-- # of Piercings: None. Someday when I have a job where no one cares, I'll get a few.
-- # of Tattoos: none yet
-- # of Scars on My Body: 4
-- # of Things in My Past that I Regret: Too many to name and pointless to dwell on.

Don't you all feel like you know me so much better now? ;)

Strangest Sight I've Seen all Day Award

I come home, turn on FNC to find them covering the raid on Michael Jackson's ranch. No surprise there. They then mention that even Michael's friends are worried about this one. They then cut to URI GELLAR of all people! There's a little title at the bottom of the screen listing him as Jackson's friend and everything and he's talking about how worried he is and how this could finally be the end of Michael Jackson, blah, blah, blah...

Michael Jackson. And Uri Gellar. Uri Gellar. Are the Joker, the Riddler, and Catwoman part of this circle of friends too? At least it's nice to know that when ol' Clayface Jackson finally gets sent up the river to Arkham he'll have somebody who can bend bars with his mind to bust him out.