http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Psycho.Skinny1/Some people have anger management classes, I have this. Of course not everything is seething with pissed-offness. Basically, this is what goes through the hampster's mind as he runs around on his exercise wheel inside my head.hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Psycho.Skinny1/313650I just don't have the time, or inclination anymore to write here religiously. I am sure that has been evident since I returned home from Iraq. While I have enjoyed reading some things on here and loathing others, I really wont miss this at all. Well, the people I did my best to read on a regular...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Psycho.Skinny1/307523I have decided on what my plan of attack is with regards to my college studies. I will be going to Brown University. I will get an Ivy league education. There will be no way to stop me. I have wanted to go to Brown since I was in junior high school, and now I am going to get what I want through...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Psycho.Skinny1/307086I 've had it with this pretentious bullshit. Fuck you all. Fuck you Japanese anime faggots, wearing your new-wave 70's homosexual mod clothing and thinking that the coolest thing on the planet is Full Metal Alchemist. And the photographers out there, go fuck yourselves as well. Your pictures are...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Psycho.Skinny1/306032From where I am sitting, I can see the secluded area where ther self-procalimed "Cool People" drink their coffee. I am overcome by the urge to go into their little area and piss on the upholstered chairs and shit on the floor to prove a point to the pretentious little fucks inside: you're not as...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Psycho.Skinny1/305347Ranting seems to be the cure-all for any writing ailment that I might have, be it lack of creativity or simply not being able to get the words on the page the way I want them to. Yet I really don't feel like ranting too much, not because I ama overcome with some great and wonderous feeling of joy...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Psycho.Skinny1/303771There comes a time when we all die. This is natural. But I am not looking forward to seeing what lies beyond this life. Will I be sent to Hell on an express elevator or will I be granted access to Heaven and all of its glory? Will my faith be enough to save me, my begging for forgiveness my...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Psycho.Skinny1/303415Ok, so I'm working on scripting a few comic book ideas- no, nothing like Archie and Jughead, and certainly not the X-Men, both of which, I have read, but that's not my thing to write. This is a little bit more... brutal, you could say. Think of Edgar Allen Poe meets Johnny The Homicidal Maniac...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Psycho.Skinny1/302761Well, the lovely lady is back home now, so I am left to sit here and fester like the open sore of humanity that I am. The healing salve is gone folks, time to deal with good ol' Skinny. I went and read something that was sent to me a long time ago and it got me to think about a few things, mostly...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Psycho.Skinny1/302083Having my fiancee around has stifled my writing ability, of sorts. Make no mistake, I love having her around and that's what kills my ability to write: love. See, I write about the things that bother me and grate my skin. When she's around I don't feel that way at all. It's a nice change from all...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Psycho.Skinny1/300539It's nice to be home, I guess. I got back in time for a hurricane and to feel the shitty humidity of the area. This place is almost as bad as the desert. But the biggest difference is that there are no rockets falling out of the sky trying to kill me. And I happened to pop the ring on the love of...