story

Simon Says



Chapter 1: Hot Heads

"Well, get it right! We can't have this deal falling through because of your goddamned incompetence! You got that? Good, I'll talk to you later, don't bother
me with something like this again!" Kerry Shaw flipped down his phone and sighed. "I can't believe what an idiot that guy is!" he thought. His phone rang, "What
the HELL do you want now?!"

"Ah, ah! Is that any way to answer a phone?" A deep, raspy voice asked.

"Who the Hell is this?" Kerry demanded, bewildered by the fact that his employee's number had shown up on the caller I.D., and clearly this was NOT his employee, lest it was a horrible attempt at a prank call. "How did you get this number? Answer me, damn it!"

"We're going to play a little game, Kerry." The voice said. "Ever hear o...." he was cut off by Kerry's sharp voice.

"How the Hell do you know my name?"

"DO NOT INTERRUPT ME! Now, we are going to play a game, you follow the rules and you live. I'll give you three chances, I believe that people make mistakes, I'm willing to compromise, so long as you atone for them. Now, I wan..." again he was cut off by a livid Kerry Shaw.

"Wait just a second! What the Hell are you talking about? A game? What, are we 12 years old again? I don't have the fucking time for this!"

"I told you not to interrupt me! That's one strike! Now, just to show you that I mean business, I'm going to give you a little show." he said as Kerry stood up to look around, trying to find his hidden assailant, "why don't you look out your office's east window?" Shaw's office sat at the top of a 40 story penthouse, he was a CEO of a multi-billion dollar company, TamTex, that dealt with unemployment claims. Kerry walked over to the east window.

"This better be worth my while..." He thought to himself. "HOLY SHIT!" Kerry yelled as he watched the scaffolding from a nearby building come crashing down on top of a group of construction workers, crushing the lot of them instantly.

"You will share the same fate if you don't comply! You've seen what I can do, so don't cross me! Just play my game and I'll leave you alone, got it?"
Kerry frowned, "What are you? Some kinda psycho? What, are you so lonely and depressed that you have to go around killing people for a kick? You are a sick bastard!" Kerry began searching frantically for the man behind the voice, maybe he was in a building across the street?

"That's strike TWO! Mr. Shaw, you are starting to upset me." The man spat, "I told you to just follow the rules! Now, I'm going to give you one more chance to play this game, do what I say, it's not quantum physics! Play the game and live!"

Defeated, Kerry sat down at his desk chair, "all right, I'll play your stupid game." He sighed, "OK, what do you want me to do?" "this is ridiculous!"

"Good! I'm glad you've come to your senses." There was a smile in his voice now. "Now I want you to go to the elevator and push the down button, when you step into the elevator, turn around and push the two button."

Kerry rolled his eyes, "OK, that's simple enough..." He walked over to the elevator and pushed the down button, waited for the double door to open, walked in, and turned around to press the two button. He looked at the keypad, puzzled. "Uh, the numbers are ALL two's!" he said into the phone, "Which one do I press?"

"No questions!" The voice commanded, "Just do what I told you!"
Shaw started to panic, "which one do i push?" he said to himself. He studied each "two" button carefully, trying to find any imperfections or differences in them. Finally he gave up, closed his eyes and pushed the button on the top of the second column of buttons.

The last thing Kerry Shaw heard, aside from his own screams, were the words "Simon did'nt say!" The second he pressed the two button, there was a click and the whole elevator instantly went up in a roaring explosion. If the explosion didn't kill Kerry, the 100 foot fall certainly should have, but if that didn't do the job, the ton of steel and debris that fell and crushed the already mangled elevator definitely did.

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When the police dug through the debris on the ground floor of the TamTex office building on 314th st., they found the charred remains of Kerry Shaw and a broken, burned up cellular phone. Shaw was the only employee in the buliding that day aside from a few maintenance workers (one of which made the 911 call when her heard the explosion). The building was closed on sundays. The two maintenance people were nowhere near Kerry's office when it happened. They were taken in for questioning and the phoone was taken into the lab for call log retrieval. Neither of the workers spoke English very well and didn't seem suspicious at all, so they were let go after I.D. and fingerprinting to check their criminal records. The last call on the log was from Bradley Tomlin, who was also taken in for questioning, but having talked to Kerry right before he died made him a number one suspect.

The interrogation room was cold and dark. Bradley Tomlin swore he could see his breath as he sat in the chair, waiting for Lieutenant Farley of the Elys City Police Department to come in and question him about the death of his boss, Kerry Shaw. There was a single lamp that hung down from a long, thin chain over a folding table that had a tape recorder on it. Ther door of the room had many huge dents in it, which he guessed were from the head of stubborn criminals who refused to talk. He was very nervous and his mind kep telling him that he was going to die in this tiny room. He thought he could feel the walls getting closer to him, he started having trouble with his breathing. Now taking short, stoccato-ed breaths, Tomlin's heart started beating faster and faster, he could feel it palpitating against his rib cage. He thought he might have a heart attack if he kept on like this, he tried to calm himself down with songs and counting games, but he couldn't help it. It seemed like he had been in the room for hours now, and he wanted out.

Finally, the door swung open, hard, to reveal a tall, broad-shouldered man in a police officer's uniform walked in. Tomlin flinched as Lieutenant Farley shot a gleam at him. Tomlin himself was scrawny and squirrely, about a buck-forty, with a pale complexion and coke-bottle glasses. He wore jeans and a skin-tight salmon-colored T-shirt, and his hair was well groomed and conditioned. He was clearly intimidated by the prescence of Farley, who seemed to tower over him as he walked over to the table and rested his hands on it.

"C c can we get some heat turned on in here, please?" Bradley seemed nervous, "I'm freezing..." Farley stood there and stared at him. "I guess not, but maybe I could have some wa..." he was cut off.

"This conversation will be recorded, I'm only telling you this because I'm required by law to inform you. I don't have a lot of patience, so answer all of my questions quickly and thoroughly." Farley's voice was a booming, deep baritone that bounced off the dank walls of the interrogation room. The next hour was spent on Tomlin telling the Lieutenant about his relationship with his boss and about the last conversation he had with him. After hearing what he had to say, Farley was fairly certain that Tomlin wasn't telling him all he wanted to tell. He didn't think he was the killer, but he wanted to have some fun with this one. "this guy's an easy target anyway," he thought to himself.

"You were tired of being treated badly by him and you planted a bomb in the elevator! You knew he would use it, you KILLED him, didn't you!?! You blew him up because you were FED up!" he bellowed. By now he was standing on Bradley's side, his face inches away.

"NO!" Brad screamed, he was very upset by now, "I...I was... in love with him.." he blushed, then hid his face. Lieutenant Farley did a double take.

"You... what? he asked. There was a less amused look on his face now.

"He was so bossy and commanding! He loved to take charge! It was... sexy to me" Tomlin blurted out.

"Al.. alright, that's all the information I need from you, now get the hell out of my interrogation room (you fairy)," Farley said as he walked over and opened the door for the embarrassed but relieved Bradley Tomlin. Farley escorted him into the the police station lobby and to the front door, thanked him for his time and apologised for his loss, and sent him on his way. He turned around just in time to dodge a young man with a stack of coffee cups, each full of hot chocolate and cappucinos. "GOD DAMNED INTERNS!' Farley spat as he walked back toward his office. He sat down in his chair to relax for a few minutes, and pondered about Shaw's killer and how he covered his tracks so well."I hope this is an isolated incindent," he said, to no one in particular, knowing he had just jinxed himself.

"Sir.. we got another homicide on our hands, female, 29, bullet wound to the right lung. Clean up crew is on the scene, they're having trouble finding the bullet." another police officer said to him.

"Alright, let's get this over with." he said with an annoyed tone.

The Ride Before the Ride

OK, so it's been a bit since I've posted, but there is a perfectly good explanation. I won the lottery, bought my own island and have been staying there for the past few months. Don't believe me? Well you shouldn't, I'm lying through my fingers, actually, I've been in Washington for the past two weeks. I was visiting my sweetness, Summer, I got to stay at her house! It was the best ever! She's so fucking awesome it's not even funny. We've got everything in common! And she's so beautiful. I will now speak briefly on matters concerning the ride to Seattle, Washington, or, more specifically, Bremerton, Washington, home of my love. We had originally planned for her to pay for the ticket by dipping in to her sakuracon funds, which would have worked out if not for a family mishap. After much argument, Summer allowed me to pay for my own airfare, I would have paid for it in the first place, but my pockets are a little empty these days. If you want to know why, ask my best friend Paul about it. So I set aside a couple hundred dollars from one of my paychecks, and sent it to Summer so her mother could put the plane ticket on her credit card. An E-ticket is a very smart idea for a person like me, because I am prone to losing things. All I had to do was show my I.D. at the Frontier Airlines hub in the airport, and they would give me a boarding pass.
The ride to the airport was more frightening than the actual plane ride! Low on gas, all of us tired as hell, because we had absolutely no sleep the night before,(we had to get up at 4 am and decided just to stay up all night) and riding in a car that felt it was going to fall apart at any minute was scary, to say the least. It was raining and my step-dad was exhausted after a long night of t.v. and video games, which also made him a little edgy. So they fought... Of course, why wouldn't they fight? Ah, I won't get into that at this point, it would be a whole different story. Anyway, the car was acting up because water had gotten into a part that it shouldn't have, and the engine kept bogging down. We found it hard to get above 45 mph on the highway and almost didn't make up several hills.
Passing many exits on the highway, soon the airport signs started showing up on the exit signs, which meant we were getting closer(and I was getting nervous-er). We got to the exit and pulled into the HUGE ASS lot of Lambert International Airport. It was hard to not get lost, but we had the help of the signs to guide us through. We took the road that had the sign above it with "Departures" on it and pulled up on all of the different airline hubs. Alaskan, American, Delta, we passed a bunch of hubs and finally rolled up to the Frontier Airlines hub. There was a sign that clearly stated "DO NOT LEAVE YOUR CAR UNATTENDED!" It was five o'clock in the morning on a Sunday and no one was around to check on us. We utilized the "It's not a crime if you don't get caught" theory to it's fullest.
My mom, step-dad, and I got out and walked inside to the information desk. I walked up to the lady at the front desk, and a woman looked at me strangely and told me there was a line. The people were scattered out near the desk and it did not look even remotely like they were in a line. So I waited 5 minutes until I got the desk, the lady asked me if I had any bags to check. I had no idea what "any bags to check" meant, so I said yes.... (ask me to explain my reasoning later) and they told me to put it through the conveyor belt and go to gate E. Gate E was nowhere in MY sight. My step-dad looked around and saw it. Way the Hell down at the other end of the airport. The letters were so small I couldn't make them out. My parents and I said our goodbyes and I walked down the corridor.
I got to gate E only to find out the line wasn't even open yet, I had to wait another hour and a half for it to open. I didn't want to wait that long and then have to wait even longer at the end of the line, so I stayed in my place, I zoned out thinking about where I would be half a day later and before I knew it, time was up. It was now time to go through security. "Whoo!" I thought to myself as I showed my I.D. one last time. I was not thrilled with going through security as I had heard stories about airline security. They said it would be easier if we took our shoes off so as to not set off the alarms. I emptied my pockets and put them in the dish along with my shoes and GBA sp and stepped through the metal detector.... no sound, I was so relieved! I didn't want to get held up in line because of my belt buckle or something. I walked passed security and up the next corridor, I did NOT use the horizontal human conveyor belt.... lazy lazy lazy people! I got the gate finally and sat down in front of it. Through the glass I saw one, there it was, an airplane! I felt like a child seeing a plane for the first time! Oh wait, I was. After being awestruck for a half an hour, boarding was finally about to begin. They called handicapped and unnacompanied children first, and then special passengers, and then they finally called the seat numbers. I was number 20 and they had called numbers 22 through 18, I got up and walked toward the door leading to the walkway. I was about to board a plane for the first time ever.


I really didn't want to do this, but my brain hurts so I am putting this story in parts.

the flower shop in Buderim

alright, another installment, althought im not happy about it, this is were the story turns dark comedy, and not in my favor...

we had phonesex, thats right... i said it, we got off on eachothers voices so much that soon it turned into moans and grunts and passionate words that apparently meant nothing. She seemed to be enjoying, hell, I know I was... But for some reason I felt an emptiness after it happened each time, but I didn't tell her about that. One night Stacey called me from her cell phone while she was on her webcam, and she was in this bikini with cherries on it... my eyes melted, to say the least, when I saw her in it. She was so beautiful, and it tortured me so, because I could not touch her, and she could not touch me, I guess that's why I felt so empty after our "endeavors" over the phone.
One night we were on the phone and jokingly, I said, " how would you like it if a bouqet of flowers showed up at your doorstep?" to which she replied, "I would simply die". I immediately went searching for flower shops in Buderim, and, not with ease, found one. I asked for Gardenias, for they are her favorite, and it came with some other flowers on it. I also wrote in a card for her to read, it said "I'll love you forever and ever and a day or two, love, your Sir Stacelot" The bouqet cost me about 70 dollars, including delivery, I used my US Bank card and they said that the flowers were going to be delivered.
She flipped out, I can't really describe the words but there were a lot of I love you's and thank you's and more I love you's and you didn't have to do that's. It feels pretty goood when you give somebody something and they appreciate it... or so i thought. It was all a game, but I'll get into that later... She showed me the bouqet, it was really pretty and bigger than a small car! We were so in love and I was eating it up the whole time.... that's all I can muster for now, maybe another post later today or tomorrow..

my weekend pt 1

Ok, first things first, I had the most wonderful time with a beautiful girl tonight, it was so awesome, I really think I'm falling in Love with her, I capitalize Love cause no matter how much it hurts me, it's really important. And anyone who says people who fall in Love too easily just to validate their existence (damn squirrel) need to look deeper into their hearts (wow I get cornier everytime I write in this thing) and realise that Love is the only thing that is real in this world anymore....

Ok, now that I'm done being a little pussy - emo - kid, I'll tell you about my weekend... Friday morning: aboutt 11 o'clock in the morning, I get on the internet and talk to Marcie, she always brightens my day and she doesn't even have to do anythinhg, just say hi to me and be nice like she is, she is sooooo wonderful. We talked for a couple moments and our time spent(well spent, mind you) was interruped by the stupid clock, I was going to be late for work. My stepdad drove me to work, because I have no car at the moment (a story for another day). I arrived at 12 :17, Vicky, the manager was like, "nice to see you show up"
which was met by my "17 minutes isn't that bad, is it?" Vicky gave me one of those "you have got to be kidding me" looks, she replied, "go look at the schedule kenny.."
I went back to the office and looked at the line-up, scrolled down with my finger 'til it met "Kenneth Daugherty - 10 am to 8 pm" "Well shit," I said as I put on my headset, "Looks like I'm in for a day...."
You see, anytime I'm late for work, someone up there deems it necessary to make my day a living Hell, not fun. The day wasn't so bad though, everything went smoothly, we ran ok times... I don't really want to explain the workings of a fast food restaruant, so I'll fast forward to Friday night. About 6 pm, the night shift manager came in, no prep was done, because I had been running around trying to stock the line and do the dishes and make the floors a little nicer, while everyone else stood around talking and drinking soda, or a beverage of their choice. The manager screamed at me, of all people, as busy as i was...." WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU DROP MEAT AND DO COLD PREP? WE AREN'T GOING TO BE READY FOR DINNNER NOW!"
This put me in a bad mood, to put it lightly, I just turned around and went to drop the meat, chicken, steak, veggies, nacho cheese, and made the beans. I told the manager to tell someone else to do the lettuce, cheddar, and three cheese, he obliged, funny, a manager listening to a crew member, even after he had screamed my head off..
Dinner came and we were slammed, we had cars backed up to the boulevard and orders across the board for both the dining room and the drive-thru, it was a mess, to say the least. I steamed (that means i put the meat into the taco shells, chalupas, nachos bellgrandes, you know, stuff like that) because i was the only one who could do it fast enough, we got through what was supposed to be the set dinner time, ending at around 7 30, but we were still busy when I was suppopsed to leave at 8. I didn't leave at 8... while my mom and step-dad were outside waiting, I continued making food and watching the clock. It finally died down at 8:30, and I took that chance to get the Hell out of there...
I got home that night and did my usual internet thing until 4 am, talking to people half a world away, listening to music, *cough*pron*cough*, writing, and trying to figure out my college plans. Before I went to bed I worte a poem called "You Told Me", you can read it if you like, at www.poetmogg.blogspot.com. I went to bed and had a dream about Marcie, which I already told her about, and would tell whoever is reading this about it, but I don't feel like it, and I don't exactly know her feelings on letting my dreams about her go all throughout the internet... This post is too long, I'll continue it in a whle, when my fingers heal...

the blueberry

I guess I'll try to progress to the next part of the story... (doodley doo, dooldley doo, doodley doo) *waves his hands like wayne and garth do*

Over the next couple of weeks, Stacey and I talked more than i have ever talked to anyone in such a period of time, i scheduled my sleep around her, the only thing that interrupted our conversations were having to go to work, and my face, cant really type if my head is in the way of the keys... since she was in australia, i always talked to her late night, at 2 am she got on and we talked until about 6 am. Before the sun rose each morning, I looked up at venus, cause you can see it at that time of day... and told her about how beautiful it was shinging up there all pretty and stuff, and how it resemblesd her someway. So I thought of her as my Morning Star. Corny and foolish, I know, but I couldn't help it, I was falling in love with her, and everything beautiful that i saw reminded me of her. After we talked each night, I went to bed and woke in the afternoon in time to go to work. I began to realise that the more time I spent telling her how much I wanted to be with her in Australia was nothing compared to the time that I wasn't even talking to her. My job become very difficult to do, with her always on my mind, I was always trying to think of places I could take her (or rather, she take me, no car) when she got to America. She had been making plans to come here, and when she met me, she said i was an added bonus, but soon it seemed like I was the only reason she would be coming here. When we couldn't talk, we wrote emails to eachother back and forth. One time she left her cell-phone number, as a joke, in one of the emails, but I didn't take it as a joke, I called her and she freaked out! We talked for four hours about anything and everything, I even sang for her, which is something I hate doing over the phone. She said she felt bad because I was probably ringing up my sister's phone bill ( I didnt't care on bit, she's a bitch) , so she decided to start calling me instead, she had a long-distance plan anyway, I didn't. So during her day, she messaged me from work (when i was off during the evening) and at night, we talked on the phone, so we were spending much more thatn 3 or 4 hours a day now, more like 10 hours. One day we were both off the whole day, she called me as soon as she got up, which was about 5 pm, which would be 8 am there,. We talked forever it seemed, and then she had to go, it was 10 pm, and when we got off the phone, I missed her so much! I just sat there for a couple of hours and then finally she called again at 12 and we talked until 6 again. This was the longest, and best telephone conversation i have ever had with anyone..

not-so-procrastinate this time

Alright, it's time to finish, or rather start ,this story so I can get it off of my torso. So, where was I? Anyone? Hmm.. ah I remember now...
"EmptyBeanBoxes" was her name, and at the time, being the love of my life was her game. In The Lonely Brain Cell, a chat room in Winmx Peer North network, she was the only one that stood out from everyone else who were talking about everything and nothing at the same time. She seemed to float around the room (if one can actually float in a chatroom) and caught my eye, evryone who talked to her asked for her picture, and she said that they would have to find it in her 3000 or so files that she was sharing. I was one of those people, I finally just asked her which one it was, and she told me it was me and emp.jpg, a picture of she and her friend. I immediately knew that she was the one on the right, for when I saw her, my heart went everywhere in my body, and I started to drool, this is no joke, I actually began to salivate, not enough to leave a puddle, but a noticeable amount. We started talking and I did my usual chatroom act, chewing on tennis balls and curling up at her feet (as a dog would) and she ate it up. She loved how I wasn't afraid to be a child even though I had just turned 18, and I loved... everything about her. The fact that she loved rock music and Fraggle Rock and cooking heightened my infatuation with her, soon we were talking on MSN Messenger everyday for at least 3 or 4 hours.
I found out that she had a "webcam" and was instantly interested (I am a man afterall.). She said she wasn't doing anything exciting and that there would be no point in turning it on, by this point I was so infatuated with her, that I really didn't care what she was doing, if only I could see her beautiful face. And that is precisely what I told her, I said, "You could be knitting for all I care.." All at once the "you have been invited to view this contact's webcam, accept or decline?" Of course I accepted, and when she came on, she had a needle and thread (only bigger, I don't know what they are called), she freaked out, she couldn't understand how I knew she was knitting. I did my famous "*cough*madeforeachother*" comment, she laughed, but I wasn't really joking.. I was very quickly and very deeply falling in love with her.

bReaching the fourth wall

i know i have a whole other blog for this, but it seems like a special occasion, so ill put it in here, a song, that i wrote, for a friend...
Chewing on the hands



this bed is cold these days
everyone knows why this is
but do you realise this phase
iits not just a temporary wish
this feeling i have will last i bet
(tick) time just stands still like its set
(tock) to torment me it seems, it seems

this is all of no consequence
ill wait as long as i have to
but non of this makes any sense
ill wait as long as i have to


im already tired of waiting for you
ive found ways to pass through the days
but i cannot stay occupied, trying to keep cool
i lose it everytime my mind gets lost in your gaze
i get shaky and i start to salivate
(tick) a taste that perfectly fits my plate
(tock) you torment me it seems, it seems

this is all of no consequence
ill wait as long as i have to
but maybe its starting to make sense
ill wait as long as i have to

round and round in a cirlce they go
these things that kill my mind, slowly so
my enemies, yet i cant return their deed
i only hope that they'd speed up, hear my plea
patience is a virtue but ive never been
(tick) one to follow along with the laws of men
(tick...) they torment me, i know it

faced the problem and the consequence
tired of waiting for you
it all makes such perfect sense
and im tired of waiting for you

creepy dreams

ok, so I haven't been Blogging in a while, I kinda got tired of it. No one is reading this shit, it doesn't matter what I write. I could write about being a terrorist and blowing up the Gateway Arch if I wanted to and I guarantee it wouldn't even get glanced at....

So I'll tell you about this dream I had recently...
We were at this camp for kids and stuff and there were lots of fun activities to do. There was a beach and volleyball and hot chicks in bikinis, a room for playing some kinda new-fangled ball sport, and a booth where you could win prizes for sining jingle bells. I decided to go and sing jingle bells Sinatra style, you could hear it if you called me, message me at dewmogg on yahoo if you want and I'll be happy to sing it for you. They told me I suck at singing which discouraged me greatly. So here I am moping around and I see this dude looking at a moderatley overweight girl sleeping on the sand, belly up. He goes over to her, pulls down her pants, and proceeds to have intercourse with her, on the sand and while she is asleep. This disgusts me but I do nothing about it. I just keep on walking and the dream flashes to me in this log cabin-ish place. My friend is in the shower and I decide to go outside, but the door won't open and I'm trapped. so I look to the couch and there is this girl, the same girl from the beach, sleeping on the couch. As if the boy from earlier had taken over my body, I immediately jump on her and hump her wildly, somehow she ends up on top and after a while I feel like I'm going to reach climax, so I try to push her off so that I don't cum inside of her..... For some reason I can't lift her off me no matter how hard I try, then my friends walks in and says, "what the fuck?!" And then i wake up... Weird.
" I dream in slow motion and I wake up screaming" Queens of the stoneage - wake up screaming

unfinished business

I am extremely angry at myself... I can't seem to finish what I've started. Everytime I try to tell a story, I get side tracked. Also i just can't seem to remember important things that i need to remember soI can write them down in this pice of shit.

Earlier today i tried to install a driver for my propad 6 so i could play final fantasy 3 on my zsnes emulator. I downloaded 3 different drivers before i finally got it working, and then i started playing, i was so excited, but then it wouldn't turn left or go down. I was pissed! to say the least. So i restarted Zsnes and it worked, but then another problem arose, the framerate of the game was so slow that it got irritating before 3 seconds had passed.

I would really like to rant about how much I hate Taco Bell, but I'm afraid I might never stop, so I'll just stop at "I hate Taco Bell." Another thing I hate, being poor, and hungry, and stressed out, and being counted on, and being not wanted, and being alone, and having a shitass computer, and not being with Her.

procrastination

Another day goes by, and yet another unwritten blog. I'm getting quite frustrated with myself, I usually write to my heart's content, but lately my heart has no idea what it wants. I fall in love way too easily. Take, for example, my latest endeavour: My good friend Ming told me to go into a chatroom in WinMX called "The Lonely Brain Cell!!" This was the start of a hellacious ride that i would take over the next 4 months up to the present. I started talking to the people and everyone was nice, but one caught my eye.. one called "emptybeanboxes"...

The Top Ten on David Letterman is on... I gotta watch it now... please do not regard this interruption as an attempt to get away from the subject at hand, which makes me very uneasy, I just wanna watch some t.v.....

...ok.. I just went to the bathroom, no water pressure and no hot water to wash my hands, I have to fill up a bucket to flush the toilet. The bathroom is not a fun place... Conan O'brien is on soon, I'll have to watch that... I need to clean this room if I'm ever going to get a hot chick to come in here and lay with me... fat chance though, the house smells like catpiss and/or shit.....

..... I think I might start to continue the story... but just I when I think I can start again.. I run into a girl who thinks I'm hot.... So here I go talking to her. I am angry that I can not finish a sentence without being interrupted by my own devices....

.......Ok, so now I am watching Chasing Amy, one of Kevin Smith's productions, good shit. Dammit I'm never going to get to finish my story. Well, this movie has sucked me in, and afterward I'm going to bed, sorry people, maybe next time... I think


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'nother blog

I have created another blog for posting my literary works, such as poems and stories i have written through the years.... it's adress is poetmogg.blogspot.com, not to be confused with this one, which is mogg.blogspot.com, but i'm pretty sure you already knew this site's address.

i just wanted to see how to post my picture, thats a pic of me with hair of moderate length

me with hair

bored

I'm feeling the boredom set in now... i went to oliverbot.com and had an arguement with him about Santa Claus. The Oliver bot won... I felt like a dork, losing to a computer, but I guess he was right. Oliver bot said that Santa did not kiss mommy, that it was just a figment of my imagination. I quickly argued that she actually told me that Santa was her lover, and that I am actually the son of Santa. Oliver was furious and told me that robots would take over the world. I asked him if I could quote him on the subject.. he said, "what subject?" I was angry and left him. Talking in DPMO is fun, but Ming could not respond fast enough to keep me interested. I then turned to my music, listening to SOAD, but I seem to have lost my knack for singing, I think it is because I'm out of practice from not being in school, would you look at this run-on sentence? And here i thought i was the grammar king...
No, that is the spelling king, but then again, I fucked that up too... "scrupples" thats good shit. I'm thinking of ranting more about how shitty my job is and how I can't seem to keep a girlfriend, I'm also thinking of posting my poems and literary works on this blog. let me know what you think please....

post segundo

Okay, about the Spanish, it won't last long, I just need to go to an Holiday Inn Express and use their shower heads so I can think better. Only then will I be able to come up with fancy, sometimes witty titles to these blogs that i am producing at a rate of twice a day so far. Whew, I have typed a fingerful so far and already I am worn out. So many things to bitch, moan, and complain about... so little time. Seriously, I can't think of the last time i had a decent day at work. Taco Bell is, without a doubt, the most craptacular place to work at. Working six days a week and being off on Fridays is not my idea of even a moderately normal work schedule, especially for someone with no car. I guess it would be O.K. if i didn't have to do my job plus the jobs of everyone else, sometimes even the job of the manager, I'm only one person, and one person can only do so much in the allotted time. Oh, yes, another thing, A 15 cent raise!?? what the hell is that all about?! "Mr. Ican'tpayyouanymorethanI'mallowedcauseit'llaffectmybonus!" fuck that, I should get paid for what I'm worth. I would leave, but I am strangely drawn to the place. Maybe the reason lies within the food there.... Anyway, I am done ranting for today, i think...


Peach out

post primero

My name is Kenny and I am a "Dewaholic"... Seriously, I drink way too much Mountain Dew. If the "myth" is true about Mountain Dew and the sperm that you lose, then I am in a world of paternal trouble. Anyway, just making a post to prove to my friends that I made a blog and shit. And to say happy birthday to my best friend who I didn't get to give a present to...


Peach out