Holy shit, you're reading this.

This blog is going to be the domain where I can shit out all the useless information I've gained about movies, music, work, girls, cigarettes, sex, and threading projectors. All names of people I interact with in my life will be changed, only to prevent their safety and sanity. If words such as: Pussy, Fuck, Cunt, Shit, Cock, Cum, Ass, Bitch, Bastard, Retard, Faggot, or Whore offend you, get the fuck out. So cheers, queers. Let's begin.

I'm just going to refer to myself as G. I'm dating C. She is a girl. I smoke regular American Spirits (The blue pack.) and spend most of my time hating everything. I currently work at an unnamed movie theater where I am held above all others as "The Projection Manager". *Strokes Cock*

Let me tell you about C.
I love her. She's on the the few things on earth I enjoy being around. I've been through so many stupid fucking relationships filled with "love" but it blows my fucking mind how I feel around her. Its completely indescribable. Now, before I start wearing heels and placing objects into my butthole, I digress.

Movies are brilliant to me. And I'm not talking about stupid fucking Tyler Perry's "I'm Black so You Should Feel Sorry for Me III : In 3D", I'm talking about actually directors. Antonio Campos, Gus Van Sant, Roman Polanski, David Lynch, Stanley Kubrick, Quentin Tarantino, Sam Rami ect... If you actually want to start a conversation with me, and you don't feel like getting dick-slapped after asking me if I've seen Step-Up 2, then at least act like you know who these men are.

I'm getting fucking tired. That's enough for tonight comrades.
Go fuck yourselves.