|Sunday, February 20th, 2005|
Fuck this break being over! I'd rather be circumcised a second time by a retard with rusty scissors than go back to fucking school. Damn it!
|Monday, January 24th, 2005|
|Monday, December 13th, 2004|
|Your Girl Parts Are Named: Clamburger|
|Sunday, December 12th, 2004|
Peace to my hair, and your face...BITCH!
|Friday, August 27th, 2004|
AP US Gov
fuck me sideways
|Thursday, August 5th, 2004|
Earth People, New York and California
Earth People, I was born on Jupiter
|Sunday, July 4th, 2004|
|Sunday, May 9th, 2004|
|How many flowers?
Last night was definatley needed. Thank everyone who was there for the first two hours for putting up with my drunken paranoia. And fuck, this morning was even fun as hell thanks to my new brother.
THANK YOU! to whoever decided to clean my house, that was prime.
|Friday, April 23rd, 2004|
|I Kill For Fun
Woo for the fucking weekend, time to wash away this week with some partying. I'm on a mission this weekend.
|Sunday, February 22nd, 2004|
FUCK YOU I WON'T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME! FUCK YOU I WON'T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME! FUCK YOU I WON'T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME! FUCK YOU I WON'T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME! FUCK YOU I WON'T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME! FUCK YOU I WON'T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME! MOTHER FUCCCCCKER! UH!
|Friday, February 20th, 2004|
Mexico is one fucked up place. I spent my last night in a drunken rage kicking the shit out of everything I saw. I think I did a good 200 or so dollars in damages and took out about 15 lights. There was a path of destruction leading to my hotel room yet I wasn't caught by those crooked Mexican cops, instead I fell into a coma woke up checked out and flew back home without any problems. I'm not really remorsful because that's what those bastards get for giving me alcohol.
I did on the other have karma visit me earlier in the week when i drunkedly fell onto jagged rocks, twice, and am still left with what looks a suicide attempt on my wrist.
Bottom Line: If you like getting liqoured up and breaking shit without a bit of a concious go to Mexico
|Sunday, January 25th, 2004|
|Hungover and Ready to Fuck Shit Up
Do 8 grams of coke in 4 minutes, blow up a station full of pigs, shoot your brother in the back of the fucking head, it doesn't matter what, just fucking do something! I hate being complacent and you should too, question shit and then fuck it up.
A few terrible words of wisdom from a dumb shit
|Thursday, January 22nd, 2004|
I wrote this for English, it took me about 20 minutes so its not the best but its long and if you're lazy, don't read it cause I hate bitches like me who leave long entries...
By: Ryan Key
Sometimes I feel like I’m completely alone in this never ending struggle for fairness. All I can ever see is people, oblivious to the truth that is so plain and clear to myself. The system, the government, the balance of power is all extremely corrupted now and there isn’t a thing that you or I could ever do to change the way things are. This is the ultimate frustration to me and I can’t just accept it like most people do.
We as the people of the United States are trapped inside a cookie cutter, a box of sorts and if you leave that, you are alienated, cast aside, and eventually swept under the American flag, like unwanted dust under your welcome mat. Money and income and possessions is what we are all expected to have, penalized if we don’t. Money, money, and more money there is not one more significant thing in this society. Freedom? Freedom comes with a big fat price tag on it. Are the people living on the streets of Detroit free? No, they are entombed in their own failure with no way to climb up the walls of the deep well of society. Sure we’ll throw our pennies in that well and make a wish, wish that we’d be able to help them. But you get what you pay for and with all those pennies maybe, just maybe a soup kitchen will be built to help a handful of people.
As we throw our pennies the government tosses around millions towards expanding big businesses and tax cuts that make the rich richer but leave the poor to die outcasts on the cold concrete outside the building of multimillion dollar conglomerate. In the morning the people that work at that building will just try and step over that tattered and defeated corpse hoping not stain their new shiny shoes they just bought from another equally large company.
This is sickening to me. I don’t understand why people can just ignore these atrocities and go about their daily life working their 9 to 5. This not only effects the poor and homeless but about everybody else in America who’s not in the top few percent of extremely wealthy people. But its hard to worry about things like that when there is a “war” going on and we constantly being instilled with a fear coming straight from our own government. “Something could happen this week…” that is all we’ve heard for the past two years, when will people wake up?
I know its hard to take my opinion seriously. I live in one of the wealthiest counties in the country, my daddy bought me a car, and I go to an upper end public school. I seem to be the only one in my little income category that seems to give a shit about anybody below me. I wish I could prove to people that I’m not just whinning and complaining and then reaping all the benefits of our government. “Move out of the country if you don’t like it so much.” To tell you the truth I would, but I’m sixteen, still in school, and hopelessly trapped in this terrible system.
(Dave, you need not comment because I love you and that's all you need to know)
|Saturday, September 6th, 2003|
"You honk that horn again and I'll bash your fucking skull" (pulls his head back in the car window and turns around) "Now Ryan, that was not the right way to handle that situation"
|Wednesday, July 2nd, 2003|
|Save My Little Ass
Fuuuuuuuuuuck Spring Lake. These Grand Rapids are a bunch of jokes, I'm just gonna start peddling coke out here, I'll be fucking rich in like 2 months these kids are hungry to impress each other. If I see another tricked out Grand Am I'm gonna have to pull out my 12 gauge bucket and start unloading.
|Wednesday, June 4th, 2003|
One of the biggest relivations I've had in my life was realizing that The Rolling Stones are the shit and that I'll never be your beast of burden, understand?
|Wednesday, May 28th, 2003|
Forks up Forks down Forks sideways
You can sit up in the front with the ringmasta with the ring a ding ding a ling a ping masta!
|Thursday, May 22nd, 2003|
I'm the kneckcutta and i'm three blocks away...
I'm the kneckcutta and i'm two blocks away...
I'm the kneckcutta and i'm one block away...
|Tuesday, May 20th, 2003|
I'm chillin, I'm illin, with my guts all over the ceiling...
|Thursday, April 24th, 2003|
My wonderful mother suspended my AOL account so IM at, StirMeUpBob