Mary Jane's Last Dance

Ugh. Currently fighting writer's block and creativity fatigue. I AM SO FUCKING SICK OF WRITING THIS ARTICLE. I wish it would write itself so it would go the fuck away. Maybe I'm going through a period of disillusionment, I dunno, because I don't know what that broad wants anymore, other than shit (and I refuse to write shitty articles).

( and spell check isn't your forte either )

In other news, THE RAYS KICK ASS. Here's hoping we can beat down the Skankees in the upcoming series. This road series after the Wankees is going to be telling of their future; they play Toronto, Boston (we haven't won a game at Fenway yet this year, but it's reciprocal; they haven't won a game at the Trop either) and then the Yankees again. If we can win most or all of those series, or even win half of the games, here's looking up to the postseason.

What an amazing story. I've glad I've been a fan. :)

Our city is celebrating Christmas with a fatal accident down the road from us.

Our neighborhood is celebrating Christmas with six cop cars outside my apartment building, fucking off and doing nothing. There was a hoodlum outside our neighborhood cursing and driving erratically and pulling the race card on objecting neighbors, and the first cop cars that came LET THE FUCKER GO without running anything.

I dislike the cops in this town, and our neighborhood has gone to shit. Beautiful St. Pete, my ass. If we lived a few miles away where the county sheriffs are in control, they would have taken him right to jail and booked him.

I am starting to hate our neighborhood, and this city kind of sucks. It's sad, but we'd be better off with vigilante cops because the hired cops do nothing but talk on their cell phones in their car, hang out at Bennigan's, and fuck around and do nothing.

I really wish I could say "Merry Christmas" on a higher note, but, well, shit happens I guess. Now I'm off to stick a knife under my pillow and start shopping for Tasers and bear mace.

UPDATE: We had to call the cops again. So, a cop came, and the stupid cop walked RIGHT PAST THE GUY THAT WAS CAUSING THE TROUBLE! We had to yell at the cop to get her attention, and she seemed real nonchalant about it!
If there is a police department that fits the lazy donut-eating stereotype, the St. Pete police department is IT. It makes me feel a LOT less confident about my safety.



Sadly, I'd rather have these guys defending our city.



Psyduck: Florida's mascot. Wikipedia's description of Psyduck: "It is slow-witted and clumsy by nature, and its vacant expression often unnerves its foes."

This article angers the fuck out of me. It's absolutely saddening when an ADULT, and a PARENT can stoop this fucking low, to drive an already suicidal teenager to the end of the line.

If you've always wondered why I don't put much, if any, faith in humanity, well here's a good example right here.

These people are sick, twisted, and I hope that Karma delivers -- bigtime.

Guys, movie critic Daniel Neman is such a fag. This is possibly the worst review he has written since he gave a scathing review to Forrest Gump (how the hell you can give a bad review to Forrest Gump, I dunno) all those years ago.

People either really love this movie or really hate it, but this review doesn't even make sense. In fact, most fo the bad reviews don't make sense. It sounds like some rambling from some radical feminazi's blog rather than an honest review.

Earth to Neman: Stop reviewing movies. You obviously don't get that they are movies, not fucking social issues. Thanks.