yesterday about 5 pm i was editing my blog and when i was just about to wrap it up the computer suddenly shut down by itself and everything ive been doing for the past two hours came into nothing. fuck whatever. a while ago in greenhills i came across to one of the very few stalls left that sell pirated cds, where a bunch of hippie fuckin scum bags were noisily looking for an album of eminem. i decided to just look and maybe id find something interesting. you never know. then i asked the seller if they happen to have slapshock's new one out, project 11-41. and one of the groupies looked at me and kind of smirked. i asked him what his problem was and lookie here, the stupid prick has got nothing to say. so sick of people trying to be really cool and failing obliviously. wen i got home, walking down the street there were kids sketeboarding on the sidewalk. they were real asses but what the hell, they didnt know that. and what makes me tick is that they're not one bit good enough to flaunt like that then the worst surfaces; they're wearing elephant pants and shirts big enought for two people to swim inside. talk about identity crisis.