A - Awesome.
B - Bitter.
C - Considerate.
D - Dorky.
E - Eccentric.
F - Funny.
G - Gifted.
H - Horrible.
I - Insightful.
J - Jealous.
K - Kinky.
L - Lazy.
M - Masochistic.
N - Needy.
O - Open.
P - Perverted.
Q - Quirky.
R - Recessive.
S - Sadistic.
T - Tricky.
U - Unique.
V - Vulnerable.
W - Wicked.
X - X-rated.
Y - Young.
Z - Zany.

Kim Jaejoong. Who else would I care about with sharing my birthday with?

There really isn't much in common though... I just really wanted to point out sharing his birthday, again. I really get a kick out of that fact.

Mountains. Definitely mountains. Further away from people, colder atmosphere (if you live high up in them), nicer scenery. Sure it might be a hassle to go places if you're far away from malls and shit, but that's okay for someone like me.

Why would I want to leave by the ocean? I basically do and there's no point to it. Plus, what if a fucking tsunami hits or something? You live by the ocean and don't get away in time? Bye bye.

All in all, mountains own oceans, case closed.

Drugs. You hear about them, you read about them, you even watch them being used in movies and TV shows. Maybe some have even used them personally and know how they are from experience. I myself have seem them in action, which is the entire reason behind this little story. Now, I'm not going to bash drugs. No, that's not my intention at all. You want to do drugs? Fine, be my guest, I won't stop you. If anything, I will laugh at you if you are amusing and if you aren't? Then you're nothing but vermin, scum, but you're high so my opinion doesn't matter in the first place, does it?

So back to my point on this. Watching people spiral downwards from drug use. I have neighbors across the street who are some heavy users. Methamphetamine, heroin, cocaine. And those three are being used by just one guy, which is the most fucking amusing part of all of this. He also does weed and drinks, but who cares about that?

This neighbor, we'll call him Mr. M, used to be this big-little kid. Always smiling, joking, never taking life seriously. He liked to go with the flow and have fun. This was quite a few months ago when he was sober. Now days? He's a man with a suicide mission. Paranoid, skinny, overall insane and fucked up. I've watched the changes, I've seen them happen. Honestly? I'm afraid to talk to the man now. I don't know what he might do.

Lately he's been attacking and yelling at his roommates, accusing them of stealing his shit (whether he means drugs or personal possessions I have no clue) but today it got physical. I'm not really sure what started it, but all of a sudden I hear all this yelling and I go outside to see what's going down. I hear shouts of different drugs, namely meth, and then I see Mr. M looking like he's gonna have a boxing match with someone. Honestly, I don't think he was actually hitting anyone, he just looked like a fucking idiot doing a little dance.

But then all of a sudden he lunges, and I hear all this shit breaking, like Mr. M tackled whoever he was fighting into glass and it broke. Two guys from across the street run over and pull Mr. M off and after some more yelling, Mr. M stalks into the house then back out and up the street. I get a perfect view of this all from my house. And all I can think is "Yay! Conflict! <3"

Later my Mom went over and talked to one of the guys who was in the middle of it all, and she said there was blood and glass and all sorts of shit where they were fighting. I want to know who was bleeding, cause from all the guys I saw they all seemed pretty fine, and Mr. M wasn't bleeding if a little bruised. All-in-all, we all agree that Mr. M is an a suicide mission, looking for fights and shit.

It's really a shame. In an odd moment of kindness my mother even tried to help Mr. M get a plane ticket home to the mainland before he got this far. He's too fucked up for it now and I somehow doubt he has any money. All of his unemployment checks? He spends instantly on drugs. Thousands and thousands of dollars, that could be used to pay off rent and bills and to get food with, used to get drugs.

I personally believe Mr. M will be dead before Christmas, whether it's from him picking a fight with the wrong person or from shooting up his precious drugs. It just takes one shot, impure or even just a little too much, to kill yourself. Mr. M is so pathetic, letting drugs control him the way they do. But at the same time I'm amused and curious. I want to see how his story ends.

Hopefully it'll end on this street, where I can hear and maybe even watch as he finally erodes into nothing.

Oh this one is simple. The lights are one of the best parts, seeing the Christmas tree all lit up, houses decorated. It's fun to compare different houses. Not that actually doing the work is fun. Putting up the lights and being forced to decorate the tree sucks. But when other people do it and I can just enjoy it, that's good.

Cider has to be another thing I love about the holidays. Fuck, sparkling cider is so good. I could drink an entire bottle by myself. I don't like to share cider, at all. It's my cider dammit. Mine.

On a more family note, surprising as that may be, there were two tradition that we used to always do. One I did with my Dad, the other I did with my Mom. I don't do the one with my Dad anymore and I can't remember if I did the tradition with Mom last year or not.

With Dad I used to go to one of the hotels and make gingerbread houses with the hotel chefs, other parents, and other kids. I did the gingerbread houses with Dad since I was between 4-6 and it ended last year, when I was 14. It's sort of depressing not being able to do it this year. I always enjoyed hiding out in the clean, cold, comfortable hotel rooms watching TV and being fed free, really yummy hotel food.

With Mom, we bake sweets and shit. Breads, cookies, and fudges. I love the fudge. We make peanut butter, white chocolate, butterscotch, and milk chocolate fudge. We used to make little goody-baskets with what we baked and give it to our neighbors, but we don't really do that anymore. We're scrooges and want all our fudge to ourselves. Honestly though, I don't even know if cook anymore. I don't remember Mom baking last year...

Oh well, that's what I like about the holidays. There's getting things too. Heh, who doesn't like receiving gifts?

Ahh, the simple joys in life. Making sure that the neighbors (children included) are afraid of you.

For one, the cheating ass across the street is going to get his surf board rammed up his ass if I hear him yell at the dog one more time. First time he yelled at Darwin (my dog) to shut up, I yelled back and told him to shut up himself. Darwin was fucking barking because the Skank in the house next to him (Cheating-Ass) has this dog that isn't on a leash (leash laws, bitch). She wasn't taking care of the dog, it upsets Darwin. What am I supposed to do? Punish Darwin because she's a fucking dipshit?

Then Cheating-Ass yells at Darwin a second time. I go outside and unchain Darwin to take him inside, but first I yell, "The fucking neighbors across the street have a dog who's upsetting Darwin. Yelling at him isn't going to make him shut up. We can't make him stop barking so stop your fucking bitching!" Cheating-Ass turned around all shocked and shit, staring at me. I bet he was thinking "Oh god, not another one." since my Mom also has the habit to yell out at the neighbors when they're being dumbshits.

Sure though, I ended up taking Darwin inside and he stopped barking, but still.

The Skank with the dog though is going to get hurt too. I'm itching to yell at her. She isn't as cute as she thinks she is. Walking back and forth in front of our house on the phone, twirling her greasy hair and being 'cute' with her friends is fucking annoying. "Hey, call me Kiki now! It's what everyone calls me. Isn't it cute?" No, "Kiki", it's not fucking cute. It makes me want to gag and punch you and ruin your ugly little face.

So, "Kiki", please stop being annoying. Stop acting like you're cute. If you can do that, you'll be fine. If not, I swear to god that when I dump your body no one will find you.

The children on the street are also going to die. They keep fucking with my cats. Especially these two local boys who haven't been around enough to know you just don't fuck with our cats. The Demon-Seeds up the street should know better though, so next time I see them fucking with the cats, I'll have to re-instill fear in them. Make an example out of them in front of those boys. And if they keep fucking with my cats? They'll highly regret it. Honestly, have they forgotten my death threats to them already?

Really though, how can people not like yelling at neighbors? Or not yell at them more often? It's so nice and a great way to relieve stress, and you always feel a little smug when they can't think of a retort. Sure, it's more fun when neighbors are yelling at other neighbors and I can watch the fights, but I've decided it's just as fun to yell at them.

And no, I don't have "anger issues". I just happen to really love and be good at ranting, thank you very much. <3

I hated running laps. Out of all the things you could do in P.E., the laps were the worst. Running pointlessly around the huge fucking field 5 times then you're expected to play games? We were always tired as shit after the laps. Mrs. What's-her-name was insane.

I really liked dodge ball though. <3 I was really good at it. Sure I got in trouble a few times for beaming kids I didn't like, but hey, that's what made it fun. Why else would I have liked it? I still think they all over reacted, the pussies.

Yeah, another annoying thing was my boobs were always poppin' out of my fucking bra. That was fun. Always having to pause in what I was doing to reach into my shirt and correct the problem. The girls always gave me funny looks for it, the guys were like "Is she seriously doing that?" and the teacher was always like, in shock. 

It wasn't as if the sports were turning me on and I was groping myself. I mean seriously, grow up people. I could have gotten better bras too I guess... But it was more fun to weird everyone out.

The fuck?

I'm innocently watching ABC or whatever, enjoying Who's Line Is It Anyway, and I see this shit.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hjZuocSjUfQ

What. The. Fuck? You don't do that! You never mess with old classics like that! New shit will never have the same magic!

*sighs* They just plain suck. They didn't even stay true to the old animation, really. They completely changed the Miser Brothers' looks!

I swear they made the Heat Miser fatter. And the Snow Miser? Don't even get me started on him.

And what the fuck is with Mother Nature? What they hell did they do to her? And Mrs. Claus? (Or at least I'm guessing the other chick is Mrs. Claus, I have absolutely no clue.)

Way to ruin a perfectly good classic, assholes.

Why must people mess with childhood memories? Why must people be such geeks? How can I reach these geeks and show them the errors of their way?