jason, you poor, poor man.


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because i have no speakers on here, i am forced to listen to my ghettoblaster located on the shelf just above my computer.

what am i tuned into you might ask? a rock station. yea, i dont really listen to rock...nothing wrong with rock music; for what it is, i kinda respect it more than alot of the "mainstream" cRAP out there right now.

to my point...i just thought its funny how i actually know some of these songs. it's even funnier when i try and sing along or mouth the words with the partial knowledge i have in terms of rock lyrics. i dont really know what was the point of this entry. however, if you could see or hear me trying to sing along....whoa. its a joke.

i'm a joke. don't really have jokes...i am a joke.

yea, that's safe to say. im the kinda person who laughs at their own jokes. most often, before i've even verbalized them. i just gotta think about my jokes, and hey...i laugh...yea, to myself. i feel theyre that funny.

you pathetic soul.


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