Category Archives: Total bummer of a blog

Another Headache. Rain, rain go way…Oh, Trent Reznor.

This. Is. How. It. Feels.

And this is what it SOUNDS like…these words…

Cross my heart and hope to die, but the needle’s already in my eye. – T. Reznor

That phrase says it all.  Another trip to the ER last night (thank you, Baby for staying with me…) for a horrendous migraine.  Too much shit I’m allowing to get inside my head and eat at my brain til it’s bloody.

Need to rest.  Be back soon…

Kinda like a cloud i was up way up in the sky.
And i was feeling some feelings you wouldn’t believe.
Sometimes i don’t believe them myself and i decided i was never coming
Down.
Just then a tiny little dot caught my eye.
It was just about too small to see.
But i watched it way too long.
That dot was pulling me down.
Chorus: i was up above it.
I was up above it.
I was up above it.
I was up above it.
Now i’m down in it
Shut up.
So what what does it matter now.
I was swimming in the hate now i crawl on the ground.
And everything i never liked about you is kind of seeping into me.
I try to laugh about it now but isn’t it funny how everything works
Out.
I guess the jokes on me.
Chorus
I used to be so big and strong.
I used to know my right from wrong.
I used to never be afraid.
I used to be somebody.
I used to have something inside.
Now just this hole it’s open wide.
Used to want it all.
I used to be somebody.
I’ll cross my heart and hope to die.
But the needle’s already in my eye.
And all the world’s weight is on my back and i don’t even know why.
And what i used to think was me is just a fading memory.
I looked him right in the eye and said “goodbye.”
Chorus
Rain rain go away.
Come again some other day.

Strange, the things that enter our minds when we are in pain.

That Monster, Ryan Jenkins, Found Dead

Burn in hell, asshole.

I didn’t write about this horrible story simply because it was just too, well, horrible. Seems this monster did himself in British Columbia today.

via D-Listed:


“Ryan Jenkins
, the contestant from Megan Wants A Millionaire who was accused of murdering his wife, was found in a motel in Hope, British Columbia. The police say Ryan’s body was found by motel staff. They believe he offed himself, because his body was found hanging. Ryan was ID’ed through his fingerprints. Ryan’s wife had to be identified by the serial number on her implants, because her fingers and teeth were removed.

Ryan was charged with the murder of Jasmine Fiore on August 20th, just 5 days after her body was found stuffed into a suitcase in Buena Park, CA. Ryan was hiding out in Canada after he escaped there by foot from the US.”

I guess he figured once he was extradited, he wouldn’t be able to afford attorney Mark Gerogos. Of course he didn’t get Mark Peterson off for killing his wife, either.

That poor girl.

Michael Vick? Aww HELL No. Apology NOT Accepted. WARNING: Horrific photo

THIS is what dog fighting IS.
Michael Vick – still a cold-hearted criminal.

We’re all supposed to say “Oh, Michael. You’re forgiven.” Guess what? I don’t forgive him. This letter or blog or whatever it is, is simply a device to gain public sympathy. I’ve posted this dumbass’s attempt at gaining our forgiveness, when in reality, all he really wants is to make a mighty fine living again in the NFL–and this is how it’s done, apparently:

Vick (or someone on his payroll, perhaps) writes:

I’m sorry. That’s the place where I need to begin. My feeling of remorse. I ain’t never written a blog before, so putting my thoughts down on paper is a challenge – however it’s a challenge I must face. I can look a 250 pound linebacker in his eyes at the line of scrimmage and have no fear. But expressing myself when I know that there are millions of people who are so angry with me, and rightfully so, is a challenge unlike any other I have faced before.

What I did was horrendous. Awful. Inhumane. And I’ve no excuses for my actions. It makes my heart hurt now to think about what I’ve done. And I’m gonna be real honest, it took a while for me to get to this place.

Sitting in a prison cell didn’t make me feel remorse. It was meeting so many animal lovers, speaking with them and looking them in their eyes. Staring at them. Looking so deep into their eyes that I began to feel their pain. Allowing that pain to enter into my body is when I started to understand how bad it really was. I have been trying hard to connect with people who feel this pain,because for my whole life I was disconnected from the suffering of animals. And you might say, “come on Mike, how could you do those things to those dogs?” And you’re right…I
ask myself those questions every day. What kind of person does this? How does a human-being treat dogs or any animal with such pain and cruelty? And the hard part for me is the answer to these questions. Because the answer is ME. And I am trying so hard right now to become a better person, because who I was, I am ashamed of.

Cause see, my whole life has been numb. I was numb to the violence in my community…cause I saw it all the time, ever since I was a child. I mean, how does one grow up in a city that’s nickname is Bad Newz? You can probably guess that from the jump, ya’ know I’ve seen some bad things in my life. And football was the only way that I could escape. As a kid, I even used to go out fishing, and most of the times I wouldn’t catch a darn thing, but just needed to get away from the chaos every once in a while. So, when the commissioner called my name as the #1 draft pick in the NFL – the first time a black quarterback had ever been chosen as the #1 pick, I thought my life was all good. But, what I didn’t realize then, that I have begun to realize now, is that even though I had more money in my pocket, big cars and big houses, I was still numb. And when I say numb, I ain’t talkin about not realizing the stuff that was going on around me, it was just like I was living life asleep. However, that is still no excuse for what I did. But let’s not forget that there are still hundreds of thousands of young people growing in similar environments and seeing violence at a young age has severe consequences.

Now that I’m trying my best to wake up, I know I have a lot of work to do. And this isn’t about trying to win a Super Bowl ring or a MVP trophy…this is about trying to save lives. I think back to when I use to play football and of course I use to see all those kids in the stands wearing #7 jerseys. And I would never want them to look up to the Michael Vick who did all of those terrible things to the dogs. I know where I need to do the most work is with all of the people around the world who continue to fight dogs. Let me be straight forward with y’all: What I did was wrong, and what you’re doing is wrong. We must stop dog fighting, and I will do everything in my power to be a voice of someone who has finally woken up from the numbness, and knows just how bad it really is. My mission now is to be a source of service to save many animals. I am working very closely with The Humane Society and will be launching a new campaign shortly. If I had one hope in life, it would be that my actions will speak louder than my words. I know it will be hard to forgive me until you see my sincerity through my actions, but I promise you and I promise myself that that day will come.

Lastly, I accept this challenge, not of writing this blog, but of redeeming myself.

Uh huh. So, you looked into “doglover’s eyes”, did you Michael? How about the DOG’s eyes? Maybe they are still just a piece of meat and a wad of cash?

You know, serial killers become “numb” to seeing blood and torture, too. Sometimes they begin with animals. And NO. I’m not saying that’s where Vick was headed. Where’s the MONEY in that?

Feel free to challenge me on this one, guys. (I have a feeling you won’t.)