jimmi;

I have recently become an avid fan of post secret. This whole idea of sharing your secrets with the world really intrigues me. There is this whole kind of liberation when you reveal a secret to someone, i know this because the other night i did exactly that. I confided in a person about my up most personal secret and the end result? Freedom. There was a strange sense of insight, vicarious in nature which ultimately gives you what everyone wants...answers. So I implore you, release your secrets you may be surprised on how they are received. Veritas vos liberabit

To add to that note of freedom, it is not freedom in a conventional sense but rather a intrinsic unattainable ideal. People always talk about freedom and how to live a certain way, but the more you live a certain way the less it feels like freedom. However i know i can change over the course of a day, when im awake i am one person, when i go to sleep i know i am someone different. I guess i don't know who i am most of the time, but thats life, you never know what is going to happen so why enforce this banal normality onto us? Freedom in a modern sense is given only to those who conform to social stigmas that result in the death of humanity and the birth of autonomy. If someone pefers to release their frustrations rather than bottle it up to save it as a tumour, why are they seen as mentally unstable? Why is this such a judgemental and unaccepting society? It is a question that plagues my sleep.

No hate rant today, sorry kids.




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jimmi;

Tis a witching hour for me to be up but my mind is cluttered with inconceivable thoughts to be laid to rest. Why am I up? Even i do not know the answer to that. My best guess is that I am high on crack thus the consequences of such an act is insomniac periods of complete euphoria, however i am lacking that thus something is amiss. But enough of what is ailing me and more to what is ailing the world.

First rant of the blog, human curiosity of other peoples business. Why? Why are we inexplicably drawn to the other peoples private thoughts and situations. We constantly try to pry these well kept secrets from their fragile vaults, do we feed off the compromise of peoples' integrity...well i can honestly say i do. Like for instance when a friend of mine, who will stay anonymous, started a relationship with a local Lothario i put forth a wager that said stud would crack her chastity belt and make the beast with two backs her within 3 months, when she said she could last a year.
2 months later i received call detailing me of the victory in this wager and the prize i could claim...in the form of a fifty dollar note which i did not hesitate to flutter in front of her for god knows how long. Neverless it was a dicky thing to do, but what is more disturbing is my tendencies towards schadenfreude attitudes.

However I am not alone in this. In today' society, we like to build up celebrities only to hope that our conditioning of them will lead us to an entertaining self destruction. Where does this enjoyment of other peoples suffering come from is what perplexes me. Are we really this greedy little monster that eats away at what ever is around us? Or are we merely just jealous of those who are happy? Own happiness is preferred, but others misfortune should not be scorned.

Finally to end this cynical blog, I have been accused of being condescending and pretentious.
I am here to not rebuke these claims but rather try to explain them...I can't. I am like this now and was like this 18 years ago. If you don't like it then don't be my friend. It is how i view you and the world and if you can't hack my criticism then maybe you should go fly a kite.




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jimmi;

While I am sitting here pondering the wonders of life, I can only think of how life has screwed me.
Yes, for the first time this year i am partially sick. I thought my immune system was kicking as i did not catch any infectious diseases throughout winter, when germs are like rabbits on Viagra. Thus i am plagued with tonsillitis, or in other words the result of macking out with a unicorn with a bleeding horn. To remedy this i am not relying on meds to cure me but rather tea with a bit of honey and constant gargling with salt water, which i am finding very effective. Yet it got me thinking, imagine if there was a miracle pill that cured all of your ailments. Sure it would be the answer to all of our problems, but wheres the fun. Half the humour of most STDs is trying to find out who gave them to you in the first place, where would the senseless pay outs go or social scrutiny? Lets face it, diseases make us stronger biologically and socially as people.

Twas a tangent of a post.




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jimmi;

Here is the part where i explain why I haven't been blogging in a while, but you don't want to hear about that, all you have to do is assume i have better things to do than sit in front of a laptop and type senseless dribble, I'd much rather scream publicly incoherent rabble ;)

Anyways first rant, shit books. Now in all book stores i have been seeing the Twilight series has been in its best seller self for like months. I don't get why people read it. Not only does it over romanticize vampires to the point they are just homo-erotic European men only wanting to talk to babes with big titts and carry little vampire poodles around with them, but it also misguides people to think they they all have what it takes to be a writer. I am not saying that people who wish to be creative shouldn't try, hell I encourage everyone to indulge with their expressive persona. However I am still entitled to my opinions of what is literary art what is not. Although my motivations of hate are clouded, i cannot judge entirely until i have the writers intentions fully understood. Maybe they only wrote it for the money, which then my feelings of hate towards the series will turn into unimaginable admiration. Not only did they write a piece of crap 3 times, but they managed to fool people into buying their expensive paper weights.
Indeed they are con artists of the highest caliber.

To add to this rant, i find it hilarious that America's economy is going bust. You have been on the top for too long and now you are finally getting yours. In the form of a 700 billion dollar bitch slap to the face biotch! And if American voters are as stupid as they were when Bush was in power, then that debt is just going to grow until America becomes the sweat shop of the world and Chinese people are the ones rocking out the Blang and drinking strawberry champagne out of golden chalices encrusted with germeralds.

They say revenge is a dish best served cold, but then who eats a dish cold? I have realized that so many people have hidden their true colours underneath this veil of supposed naivete, that only now people who I thought were genuine and beautiful beings are now just ugly and bitter. But i wonder why people must talk the trash about others, or smack people down with harsh lines of rhetoric. It is a mystery that will elude me to the end of time. However, the old me would have resorted to revenge in a conflict, perhaps stoop to a lower level than my conflictee, but now I have realized that life is too short to be caught up in this bullshit and i rather be spending time smoking crack and having fun with mates than to be getting riled up by some jerk who has a problem with me.
With this note Annie, im glad you are taking the high road :)




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jimmi;

I have recently become an avid fan of post secret. This whole idea of sharing your secrets with the world really intrigues me. There is this whole kind of liberation when you reveal a secret to someone, i know this because the other night i did exactly that. I confided in a person about my up most personal secret and the end result? Freedom. There was a strange sense of insight, vicarious in nature which ultimately gives you what everyone wants...answers. So I implore you, release your secrets you may be surprised on how they are received. Veritas vos liberabit

To add to that note of freedom, it is not freedom in a conventional sense but rather a intrinsic unattainable ideal. People always talk about freedom and how to live a certain way, but the more you live a certain way the less it feels like freedom. However i know i can change over the course of a day, when im awake i am one person, when i go to sleep i know i am someone different. I guess i don't know who i am most of the time, but thats life, you never know what is going to happen so why enforce this banal normality onto us? Freedom in a modern sense is given only to those who conform to social stigmas that result in the death of humanity and the birth of autonomy. If someone pefers to release their frustrations rather than bottle it up to save it as a tumour, why are they seen as mentally unstable? Why is this such a judgemental and unaccepting society? It is a question that plagues my sleep.

No hate rant today, sorry kids.



jimmi;

Tis a witching hour for me to be up but my mind is cluttered with inconceivable thoughts to be laid to rest. Why am I up? Even i do not know the answer to that. My best guess is that I am high on crack thus the consequences of such an act is insomniac periods of complete euphoria, however i am lacking that thus something is amiss. But enough of what is ailing me and more to what is ailing the world.

First rant of the blog, human curiosity of other peoples business. Why? Why are we inexplicably drawn to the other peoples private thoughts and situations. We constantly try to pry these well kept secrets from their fragile vaults, do we feed off the compromise of peoples' integrity...well i can honestly say i do. Like for instance when a friend of mine, who will stay anonymous, started a relationship with a local Lothario i put forth a wager that said stud would crack her chastity belt and make the beast with two backs her within 3 months, when she said she could last a year.
2 months later i received call detailing me of the victory in this wager and the prize i could claim...in the form of a fifty dollar note which i did not hesitate to flutter in front of her for god knows how long. Neverless it was a dicky thing to do, but what is more disturbing is my tendencies towards schadenfreude attitudes.

However I am not alone in this. In today' society, we like to build up celebrities only to hope that our conditioning of them will lead us to an entertaining self destruction. Where does this enjoyment of other peoples suffering come from is what perplexes me. Are we really this greedy little monster that eats away at what ever is around us? Or are we merely just jealous of those who are happy? Own happiness is preferred, but others misfortune should not be scorned.

Finally to end this cynical blog, I have been accused of being condescending and pretentious.
I am here to not rebuke these claims but rather try to explain them...I can't. I am like this now and was like this 18 years ago. If you don't like it then don't be my friend. It is how i view you and the world and if you can't hack my criticism then maybe you should go fly a kite.



jimmi;

While I am sitting here pondering the wonders of life, I can only think of how life has screwed me.
Yes, for the first time this year i am partially sick. I thought my immune system was kicking as i did not catch any infectious diseases throughout winter, when germs are like rabbits on Viagra. Thus i am plagued with tonsillitis, or in other words the result of macking out with a unicorn with a bleeding horn. To remedy this i am not relying on meds to cure me but rather tea with a bit of honey and constant gargling with salt water, which i am finding very effective. Yet it got me thinking, imagine if there was a miracle pill that cured all of your ailments. Sure it would be the answer to all of our problems, but wheres the fun. Half the humour of most STDs is trying to find out who gave them to you in the first place, where would the senseless pay outs go or social scrutiny? Lets face it, diseases make us stronger biologically and socially as people.

Twas a tangent of a post.



jimmi;

Here is the part where i explain why I haven't been blogging in a while, but you don't want to hear about that, all you have to do is assume i have better things to do than sit in front of a laptop and type senseless dribble, I'd much rather scream publicly incoherent rabble ;)

Anyways first rant, shit books. Now in all book stores i have been seeing the Twilight series has been in its best seller self for like months. I don't get why people read it. Not only does it over romanticize vampires to the point they are just homo-erotic European men only wanting to talk to babes with big titts and carry little vampire poodles around with them, but it also misguides people to think they they all have what it takes to be a writer. I am not saying that people who wish to be creative shouldn't try, hell I encourage everyone to indulge with their expressive persona. However I am still entitled to my opinions of what is literary art what is not. Although my motivations of hate are clouded, i cannot judge entirely until i have the writers intentions fully understood. Maybe they only wrote it for the money, which then my feelings of hate towards the series will turn into unimaginable admiration. Not only did they write a piece of crap 3 times, but they managed to fool people into buying their expensive paper weights.
Indeed they are con artists of the highest caliber.

To add to this rant, i find it hilarious that America's economy is going bust. You have been on the top for too long and now you are finally getting yours. In the form of a 700 billion dollar bitch slap to the face biotch! And if American voters are as stupid as they were when Bush was in power, then that debt is just going to grow until America becomes the sweat shop of the world and Chinese people are the ones rocking out the Blang and drinking strawberry champagne out of golden chalices encrusted with germeralds.

They say revenge is a dish best served cold, but then who eats a dish cold? I have realized that so many people have hidden their true colours underneath this veil of supposed naivete, that only now people who I thought were genuine and beautiful beings are now just ugly and bitter. But i wonder why people must talk the trash about others, or smack people down with harsh lines of rhetoric. It is a mystery that will elude me to the end of time. However, the old me would have resorted to revenge in a conflict, perhaps stoop to a lower level than my conflictee, but now I have realized that life is too short to be caught up in this bullshit and i rather be spending time smoking crack and having fun with mates than to be getting riled up by some jerk who has a problem with me.
With this note Annie, im glad you are taking the high road :)