Midnight in Oregon

At this hour, a few important thoughts are on my mind:

• I KNOW THE LAST FUCKING POST FAILED. It's not my fault, it's the website I was getting screenshots from. They worked immediately after I posted them, and then, they didn't. It happens. Greatness involves missteps. Listen to the last six fucking tracks on Sandinista! if you don't believe me -- the last one has fucking sheep in it! Sheep, on the same album as The Magnificent Seven! What the fuck, Joe Strummer?

• I hate Larry Suarez. Let me repeat myself. I hate Laurence O'Neal Suarez. Why? Is it because he owes me money? No, not even Larry owes me money. Is it because he is such a douchebag? No, if I hated douchebags, I wouldn't have anymore friends. No, I hate Laurence O'Neal Suarez because: Every fucking time I see the motherfucker he has a camera and he takes a picture of me. Every party, every random encounter, every everything. And right here, at this stupid website, he has pictures of the last 3 years, pictures of Jay, pictures of Rob, pictures of Boette, pictures of Jane, pictures of Ben Fucking Macken, pictures of John "Actually a Douchebag, Unlike Everyone Else Who Has Redeeming Qualities" Kyle. What pictures are there of Steve Thomas? Like, 4. And all are from 3 years ago, and half involve me being harmed in some way.

• So I'm calling on all loyal Cats and Gardeners to join my campaign to harm Larry Suarez. He deserves it! Deface his blogs! Throw stuff at his house! Be mean to his roommate!

• Well. Don't be mean to his roommate. But go ahead and be mean to her mustache. It is retarded.

• Now it is no longer midnight in Oregon. It is 10:30 in Oregon, and it is the next day. Today will be an exciting day of getting food stamps, driving a truck, and going to Oregon's first party ever! Ta-ta everybody, and remember, if you see this retard:
  
  
  
  be sure to harm him!