I'm Cranky

I'm cranky today. I've been up since midnight. I haven't seen my girlfriend in a week. I'm out of smokes. I haven't had any liquour since Friday. I just found out the original street name for MDMA was "Adam". My friend is overstaying his welcome. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY overstaying. My dog is old. My whole family is old. My cable modem keeps crapping out on me for no reason. I have a burn on my arm, its infected. My favorite website hasn't been updated in days. The Stile Project seems to be losing its touch too. The air stinks because of the goddam paper mill across the river. My truck is breaking down and I don't have to tools to fix it. The guys at the shop will just over charge me and then smash up something insignificant so they can overcharge me more later. My computer occasionally won't shut down properly. I just found out a really cute girl is interested in me, only I already have a girlfriend and she's only 15. I hate everybody. I got so mad at a Newgrounds game I punched my monitor until I dislocated my wrist. I have an ingrown hair in my nostril and its sore like a bitch. I have no money. I can't buy smokes or booze. The buses in my city smell. The air in my city smells. The people in my city smell. Half the people I know have penises. The other half are ugly. My room is to hot. It smells like paint in here. The pool is filthy and I have to clean it. My sister's dog pissed on my bed. My favorite combat pants have salt stains on them. I haven't been able to have a real, decent shower in a month and a half. People walk into my room whenever they want. In the past 1000 years, the world's only seen 165 days without a war happening somewhere. Behind every great leader, there's a greater assassin. Everybody's amalgating until there's nothing left of identity and individuality. Every white kid I know wants to be a thug. The suburbs are deteriorating. I fear bringing a child into this world. Hate is all anybody has seen lately. I can't read a newspaper without another kid shooting a teacher or student in the face over something petty. My own school had a stabbing a month ago.
Disease and famine are destroying the world. Every cloud has a black lining. I'm buying myself a stairway to Hell. God hates me. I have a cavity in one of my molars. I know seven people that have commit suicide. I know dozens that have been raped. Scores that have been abused. The river behind my house is polluted. It contains an estimated 2000-3000 corpses in it. My lawyer got a woman off for murdering her child. I don't know whether to be confident or terrified. I have no identity anymore. My sheets are dirty. There's a piece of gum stuck to my cieling fan. There's blood in the corner. I have no idea what the hell I was doing in the corner. I've been arrested about 8 times. I've been kicked out of school to many times to count. I'm a drop out. I have no past, present or future.

God, I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today...

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I don't worship Satan, Satan worships me.
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Stuff like this, however, will never cease to amuse me

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I don't worship Satan, Satan worships me.
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I love you all

I just woke up. Its 4:43. I'm in a better mood. I actually did something yesterday. I re-sodded the entire lawn. Its a big lawn, so it took a while. Then I washed the truck and the car. I spent some time with my dog. I spent some time with my parents. I shot the shit with my girlfriend before she went to cadets. I fantasized about her in her drab olive green combats, and then wondered how funny she'd looked in the new disruption pattern. Like they said, its meant for warfare, not a fashion statement. I put some ointment on my arm. I'll have the doctor check it out today. The birds are chirping. I spoke with my neighbours. I watched some children play catch. I envied their youth. When I was that age, the world couldn't touch me. I showed them how to throw a spiral. I got a tan. I got sweaty. I got dirty. I love being a grunt.

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I don't worship Satan, Satan worships me.
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Thankfully no bipolar disorders or schizophrenia over here.

My only problem is based on how much serotonin I produce, which is based on how much I sleep, which is based on how much noise other people make, which is coincidentally the reciprocal of the likelihood of me not saying "fuc]< off" to you that day, and then punching you in the head.

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I don't worship Satan, Satan worships me.
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Pic of the pattern

I couldn't find the large picture of the disruption pattern, but I did find a medium one. If you can't see very well, its a diagonal based pattern based mostly on light to medium green phosphors. It was tested at a 50-500 meter range and proven the best for both standard wooded area and jungle regions, its actually quite fancy for its army qualities. It is in test rotations now, and should fully replace the standard solid green combats by sometime in 2001.

The rifle that the soldier is holding is the C7A1, by the way.

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I don't worship Satan, Satan worships me.
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