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HEY GUYS!! JUST CHECKING IN BECAUSE I KNOW U ALL WANT 2 READ ABOUT HOW MY DAY WUZ. SO LISTEN. I HAD PIZZA FOR LUNCH AND MY CAT CRAPPED ON MY RUG AGAIN,,, oh wait...<br />
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Welcome to my world. It is a world of melancholy truths lined with misfortune.<br />
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I wake up feeling worse than the day before. Peer into the bathroom mirror at some person whom I don't even know anymore. I some how gain enough self-confidence to groom myself before leaving the house. During my ten minute drive to my ridiculous job, I ponder how it's possible for me to come so close to putting a bullet in my head without actually doing it. This self-induced labotomy theory then soon fades as I drive over a bridge and wonder what it would be like if I were to perform a nose dive over the side of it.<br />
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Finally arriving at work after committing two crimes in my head, I build my own mental citadel, which blocks out everything that sucks about my life. I then proceed to do my job (hey, at least I have some work ethic).<br />
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After trudging through my work day, I get into my car. My mental citadel then comes crashing down to a filthy reality. The reality that I'm a loser. The reality that I'm probably an alchoholic. I then proceed to either buy a bottle, or stop at the nearest bar and drink the pain away. Hey, I've heard it all. I know people say that alchohol doesn't solve problems, or won't fix anything. I do know one thing it cures; the pain.

<font size="16" color="red">GIRLS ARE DUMB</font><br />
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Why do women feel the need to take a man's heart out of it's natural resting place, and perform the irish jig on it?<br />
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A question that has been plaguing man for centuries. I'll do my best to figure it out right after I remove the self induced claw hammer from my skull.<br />
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:: picks up his dilapidated heart and jams it back into place ::

I think there's one thing that's been missing from afeared -- Good old fashioned criticism.<br />
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So Antony gives me an account with which to post. *evil grin* I login to find that I have the power not only to post articles, but to approve/deny link requests. There's one link request that stood out in particular. I didn't deny it immediately, I actually took the time to visit his site to see if it was worthy. <br />
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This <a href="http://anotherface.eleventy7.org/">Russian idiot</a> calls himself "Another Face". Sergei Vladimirovich Golos' article on "Pop Culture" is riddled with hipocracy and self-contradiction. <br />
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He claims that due to Television there is... and I quote, "<i>no more room for intelligence, no room for free thinking or expression of art, just the spread of STDs and teen pregnancy</i>". I fail to see the relationship between television and those issues.<br />
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In the last paragraph he elaborates on song lyrics. (too big of a controversy for this imbocile to comment on, but he went ahead and did it anyway) Mr. Golos states that he doesn't want his kids listening to Rappers putting a "<i>cap in the pig</i>", nor "<i>teen pop like britny putting themselves as roll-models for teen and on the side change the size of there breast with the season</i>" -- Makes no sense... these are all quotes I remind you. <br />
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After hammering those 2 genres of music, he moves on to "<i>What has happened to good vibes of Bob Marley where even though he promote drugs he also promotes peace and love and harmony</i>"... Hmm, so promoting drugs is a good thing as long as you talk about peace, love and harmony along with it?<br />
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To conclude his ground-breaking article on "Pop Culture", he closes with this:<br />
"<i>Sadly that is what music does it takes place of mother and father and sleeping around, drugs, and gang wars will not bring a shiny future. </i>" -- What a fucking moron.<br />
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Sorry, Sergei Vladimirovich Golos... your site isn't worthy of being linked by us. Your so called views on America aren't worth shit.<br />
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I give this communist asshole my big <^> <^> -- Two middle fingers up. <br />
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'Nuff said.<br />