yet another

I have another funeral to go to at the end of the week sometime. on the left, standing up, is Kevin Hobart. he crashed his motorcycle friday night and died. he was 30 years old and while he was a fuck up in most ways imaginable, he was such good good kid at heart. he would give you the shirt off his back, granted it was probably someone else's shirt and he probably owed that person money for the shirt but he'd give it to you nonetheless. I'm gonna miss him.

the dating gods hate me

I'm honestly not even gonna explain that title, just know it's true and I'm about to give up.
SO! as of right now, a total of 297 trojans (HA!), rootkits and spyware have been found and removed from my computer. thank the love of christ for my friend frankie, who is the one removing said crap from the computer. I promise not to steal anymore free music. and no, I'm not looking at porn online. though I might as well have been with all that shit on there. and he's not even done with the scan so more shit might be on there still. damn.
this morning I decided to drive into work for no other reason than I was running late and still needed to stop and get coffee. now I am your typical boston driver. I am a madwoman behind the wheel. the maine state police would agree with that statement too. anyways, the ride in was just another reminder of my hatred of scooters/mopeds. I HATE them. I want to run them all over. and they are everywhere these days. other than the fact that they're slow as shit, I hate when they cut through traffic. they should not be allowed to do it. if I'm stuck sitting in fucking traffic so should they. assholes.
I also really hate halloween. it's my least favorite day of the year. I hate dressing up and I don't want to on friday. but it's mandatory at work to dress up. I have said I hate halloween atleast 10 times a day for the past two weeks and I might incorporate into every sentence I say from now until friday. stupid fucking day.

hello cruel world

have you all missed me? you may have been wondering where I've been or if the hate went away. no fear. I'm still here. I have a virus on my computer at home and can't get online to blog and I've had a lot to blog about. let's start with the virus. I don't know how I got it but it came from either my mom or my sister because we all got it. except their computers are fine now. I call mcafee like they did, can't get online so they can't help me. I get anti-virus software to fix it, can't use it because I can't get online. are you seeing the trend here. I'm about to throw the fucking computer out the fucking window. thankfully my friend frankie said he just went through the same hell a couple of weeks back and he's gonna try to help me. let's hope it works because I need to be able to get on the computer. 

I hate luggage on wheels that everyone and their fucking mother has to take on the redline. it should be like bikes, they shouldn't be allowed on the train in rush hour time. that's what fucking cabs are for bitches. I take the train to and from south station, which is where the silver line to the airport is. so there's always people and their fucking luggage and they're like people with baby carriages, thinking they have the right of way and taking up all the space and being slow. get the fuck out of the way assholes. 

ok, I gotta get off jason's computer and pay his bills. and possibly get another tattoo. 

and can matt cassel just throw the fucking ball man. I miss tb

it's a sad world we live in

http://www.bostonmagazine.com/articles/sweating_with_the_sharks/page1

steph told me about this article and it's so spot on. I honestly can't believe this is where I train. the only consolation is that I do not belong to any of those groups they are describing. which may just make me a sad pathetic person in general, but I'm not there for that bullshit, I'm there to train. and yes, I do have a big crush on one of the dudes that goes there. but I haven't talked to him and don't plan on it.
my heads going to explode with a sinus/tooth infection so I'm going back to bed. I'll blog more later

fuck manny ramirez

I didn't like him when he was here. I don't like him even more now that he's not and wants to talk shit. go bay! that's all I gotta say

I am a rockstar

because... I have a video on tony's blog. I'd hyperlink it, but the only people who read this blog know tony too, so I'm sure it's no surprise. and I dont' know how to hyperlink. I made those lunges look easy bitches, but they weren't. the video makes it look like I should have added more weight, but that shit was hard. anyways, my mom thinks tony's funny. I do not think tony's funny. let me explain. so for the past two nights I've trained at scla I forgot my program at home. and those who know the story of the douche at scla who wouldn't help me out the last time I forgot my program, knows that I was pissed with myself for forgetting it. and yea, I forgot it twice. but god dammit if I was gonna go home and not train. so I call my mom to log onto my email. after about 15 minutes of her trying to figure out how to download the program she starts reading me off week three's training. Box Squats 5x2. and in the comments DON'T BE A PUSSY. which my mom reads off and proceeds to crack up laughing. for like five minutes. real cute tony. real fucking cute. jerk. and you know what? I wasn't a pussy. for not having a spot and doing them at stupid scla and not cp, where I somehow become she-ra, I squatted pretty heavy. I'm sure not heavy in your eyes, but in mine it was pretty heavy. not tina kim heavy. but michelle heavy. so there.

p.s. I hate cottage cheese. I'm gonna dedicate a whole blog to how much I hate hate hate cottage cheese. but I need to go to bed. so look for it on saturday, which is when I have to eat it again. fucking cottage cheese

thug life

if you haven't seen pineapple express, you must go out right now and see it. at the very least rent it immediately when it comes out on dvd. I'd let you borrow my copy that I am going to buy, but I'll be busy watching it.