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Love is dead to me! emo

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I have a large list lol

Saturday morning cartoons.

What the ******** happened to them!?!?!?!?

I remember Looney Tunes, Tom and Jerry, Hey Arnold, Rugrats, AHHH! Real Monsters, Power Rangers, Courage the Cowardly Dog (one of the last good ones!) and Invader Zim (A classic from the first episode)

Now we've got ******** Spongebob and Ben 10 and some other shitty cartoons that they seem to come up with every month! I remember the originals used to make me laugh my a** off. Hell Hey Arnold was the best ******** show PERIOD. Its a shame whats become of Cartoon Network and Nickelodeon, used to be the coolest. Well Comedy Central never seems to fail me. Except for when at night they play infomercials for Girls Gone Wild and Extenze. -.-

Well someone who isn't dead to me mentally, but physically. A man who is my other musical inspiration (besides Jonathan Davis). This man has passed but will live forever. The main reason for my sadness is that I will never see this man on stage performing one of his signature 10 minute solos...

I am speaking of course of the late and great Dimebag Darrell

The only reason I brought him up is because today (August 20th) is his birthday.

So if you can hear me Dime, keep shredding man. One day I'll meet you in the afterlife and we'll jam together.

Admittedly, I too loved Hybrid Theory... I used to sing One Step Closer all the time - then had similar revelations to what you had!

OMG. I know. I recently went into a public restroom and there was s**t just floating in the toilet seat. And a huge as white spider up on top of the stall. D:

SPORTS!

Oh how I remember my first day of football. Little 8 year old me, excited and nervous sitting in the back of my mothers car. It was a hot late summer afternoon. I had my bottled water cupped in my hand. I was so excited. I get out to go and warm up with the other children. The first thing I hear in my ear "All right you ugly fat asses get in your warm up lines! We're going to do suicides until someone throws up!" Oh what a joy it was. After we felt as if our legs were about to burst, we did 25 push ups each. Then we did up downs. After up downs we did strenuous stretches that left me wondering if my ball sack had been torn open. All of this is a period of 15 minutes! After this we were denied water and told to run run run. I somehow held up but as for the more overweight members of my team...well...they weren't so lucky. I was sweating from head to toe when they finally allowed us a drink of water. Oh how that 5 seconds of water was so great. Before it was snatched away from me. Anybody lagging to go back to the coach would have to do suicides across the whole football field. Luckily I made it to the coach on time. When the actual season started we won two games. TWO MOTHER ******** GAMES! The funny thing is, I played it for another four years. ANOTHER FOUR YEARS! Then I realized how much I hated it. Plus, sure sports build character, but they can't build personality. Art can! Ooh and don't forget my greatest sports days! My singlet days! Oh how I loved being a wrestler. Having old mean stare at my 10 year old a** in a singlet rubbing myself against other 10 year olds. How we loved it so. Jesus mother ******** Christ! I put on one o my singlets the other day and it was ******** tight as hell! I dunno how people can stand those things. So kids, ******** sports, go into the arts. Be a writer, a painter, a musician. Those are some of the most interesting people you will ever meet. I still have yet to meet a jock who I can feel like hanging out with all the time.