A reason to commit genocide

I ran out of dramatic ways to say "What's up ya buncha sap suckin' faggots!"
Actually, that wasn't half bad.

Anyhoo, i'm seriously totally extremely pissed. Super saiyan.. dare i say it? Yes! close to Super Saiyan level 3 pissed!!
Blogger crashed on me 2 times out of the last 2 times i tried to blog. I uploaded pictures, wrote lenghty paragraphs, did everything. then my intarwebs went haywire. We shall discuss the origin of the lame word haywire some other time. I'm too freeeeaaakin pissed to ever try to talk about the exploding ketchup incident. Come ask me about it on MSN. i will paint a vision of disgust into your eyes, and show you pictures which will make your hair stand on end everytime you look at a tomato.

Coicoi, i was seriously gonna give you your geeky fanbook. But then! All of a sudden, i realised i didn't have one. How sad for you.

Felicia, i finished a project for you. The grand opening of your 5 star hotel is scheduled to be anytime..............

..........................................................

............................

........aaaaaaany seeecond nooooww....

.....

Okay fuck that, i am not a patient man!

Anyhoo, i've decided to leave that all behind me. Start afresh. Seeing as how blogger seems to be deadset against me ever publishing those posts. It's a conspiracy i tell ya. Makes me wanna... go... sup-sup-supERRRR SAAAAIIYAAAN

Back to the usual routine i go! I choose a random topic, i rant about it, cry later when i realise that my writing abilities are equivalent to one who has surpassed God!

Today i saw alot of stressed faces. Alot of scared looking people. Cant blame em. Common tests, and everythin' is comin' up. But yet, when i look at myself, i wonder why i don't ever seem to get stressed. I mean, today i had a presentation on a project i didnt even do myself and i was dancing around in the hallways! (coicoi can testify to that.)

If i had to be frank and tell you, i'd say i think the reason probably stems from my giant ego. But my name isn't Frank. But i shall tell you the reason probably stems from my giant ego. Capische? Some of you are probably even more confused, now that i threw some latin (LATINO HEEAT) into the mix. But whatever. Theory time!

I think i am so awesome, so godlike, and such a gift to humanity i dont feel the need to study. But of course, my ego always exceeds my actual abilities. You're probably wondering "If you knew that, then why aren't you doing anything about it?!" Well the answer is clear. Because i am so awesome, and so godlike, and such a gift to humanity i don't feel the need to stop myself.

But yano, ego can be good for you too! I mean, i know some people who could use some. Ego is a driving force. I'm totally serial! Or cereal. Mmm.... froot loops.

I wonder what i would be like if i didnt have my giant ego sometimes. But i always wake up in a cold sweat shouting for Betty to come and ween me. (Betty is our cow.) I like my ego! It makes me the victor!!! Even though, yes, you saw this coming, my name isn't Victor.

.....

.................
.......


.................. Any second now, Felicia!