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Welcome to Dan Karabin dot com! For some odd reason your internet journey has brought you to my webpage, so have fun checking it out and all the like. Above are links to my tape page, my bands page, Kenny the Bastard's page, and more stuff about me, Dan Karabin. This page is dedicated forever to the memory of all the people who I have ever cared about in this life and have cared back that have stuck through me through all my inner turmoil and all the like. You've done your best to keep a dead man alive, and I thank you. You are my real family, and I love you all.

I try not to write here often. Every time I do, it usually comes back to get me for whatever reason. I used to not care. I used to want confrontation and controversy. I used to revel in the fact that I could upset someone and make them react. Not anymore. I'm not that person I once was. I learned something about myself recently, and that's that I really hated a lot of what I had become. I'm still a snot nosed punk kid with a lot to learn in this life, but what I'm not is someone who's a jerk for no reason. It took a bad breakup to make me realize that I hated a lot about myself. I've always been told and I've seen it true that the best way to present something is to accentuate the positives and hide the negatives. I failed at this. I'm no Paul E. He was a master of this. He made you think everyone on his roster could work, entertain and was a star. I'm no star. What is this that we go down? Is it a war or a battle? I used to think I was made for war. I used to think I was strong and tough. I am. But deep down, I'm not. I'm a coward with an anger problem. And though no one who ever comes to this site wants to read this, it's the truth. It's something I've never really admitted, mostly because I tried to mask my own pain over and over again.

It's kinda funny in a moronic way how things work out sometimes. It's ironic the people we hurt are the ones we care about the most. This isn't some whine parade, but it's the truth. Someone amazing came into my life 10 months ago. Someone who could look past my obvious flaws, my disabilities and all of that. But at the same time, knowing how willing she was to take on the challenge of me, I started to take her kindness for granted. I started to become copasetic to the fact that she would knowingly make herself less important to others for me. You might think that this would make you feel great that someone would do this for you, and while it's pretty nice to knowingly have someone who cares that much, the fact that I took advantage of it tears me apart inside. It's not easy for me to type this. I'm sure you've probably stopped reading at this point. But I'm far from done.

So here comes another update in what is sure to be a long line of ridiculous and lame, angry and rageful, thoughtful and gentle updates here at DanKarabin.com. Internet journalists, and more specifically, internet paparazzi. Gimme a fucking break. Do you douchebags really have nothing else better to do than to follow these lame-o celebs around and for every little indiscretion they do you have to post the pics. Who cares? Did I watch the Paris Hilton video? Sure. But is anyone really surprised three years later that she's doing the same type of thing? If you are, you're a tool. A big tool.

By the way, whoever said celebrities were role models? Fuck that shit. I'd rather look up to the common person that has made something of their life than some douche, plastic encoded freakshow with an ounce of singing ability or a good looking face. It stills blows my mind though when people pulling in 50 mil get arrested for DWI. Can't you hire a damn driver for the night? I'm sure you can afford it, and then you can take your little pictures of you and your friends kissing in the limo for your myspaces. And again, back to myspace. So lame. So so lame. Just, stop. The very fact that Perez Hilton has gotten any type of publicity just speaks to the consistent downfall of Western Civilization and that this world will probably implode before I see my end. Then again, some angry rageful ex-DanKarabin.com fan (and I know who you are) is probably out there plotting for my eventual overthrow. Boo. Grenade insurance available for only 9.95 a month. I just checked my mail and the big scandal is 15 year old Hannah Montana posing in a bathing suit for her myspace. Just tie all the anger in this article together. So fucking what? The girl can wear a damn bikini if she so chooses to. And who are you to stop her? Don't hate, appreciate.

Should I continue to put paragraphs into my updates or should I just leave them as one continuous run on sentence? I don't know. Do you know? Does anyone? Do people still read this? I hope so. I paid for those DanKarabin.com shirts damnit! And btw, buy my "other" shirts. Grenade!!!!

As the hatred flew through the young mans body, he sat down and put quill to ink. And then, quill to paper. And with that, I actually sat down to type the first update to DanKarabin.com in a long ass time. And boy do I have a lot of things to bitch about. Fake friends, two-facedness, Myspace, all the usual things that I so eloquently trash are right here, and will be further elaborated on. Don't worry sports fans, I've got it all. Though first and foremost, let me lay it right out there. Congratulations DJ on the soon to be birth of your baby daughter. May I recommend Danielle as a name? Since this is the closest thing to a niece I have I am going to spoil this kid. Misfits one zee will be its first gift, and DJ, being my oldest and dearest friend besides Christian and Noah will certainly dress the little cactus in it. Good for him.

Let me rant on the two facedness I've experienced in people recently. It blows my mind that people will really and truly say one thing to your face, talk shit about you behind your back, and not expect there to be any repercussions. God, what is wrong with people? If I don't like someone, I'll either avoid them, be short with them, or just tell them they're a miserable cunt right to their face. It's not hard, really. But oh well, that's life I guess. Everyone plays the little games because they worry so about who likes them and who doesn't. Newsflash dipshit. Your real friends like you for you, so you don't need to be fake with them.

Now onto Myspace. For those of you who don't know, I may be the only human being in the civilized world without a Myspace. Now if this makes me a Pariah or a leper, fuck it. I could care less. Myspace is the biggest piece of shit waste of time and life thing ever made. And this applies to all versions of it, including face book. Please please please all of you get fucking lives that don't involve daily updates, changes of mood, brand new pictures, "witty" comments and other such bullshit and trivialness that it makes me fucking sick. Oh, better get your top friend a drink. Eat shit you worthless cur.

My dad says I have an anger issue. I disagree. I don't have an issue. I just genuinely hate and despise oh, 95% of the people that I know or have ever met in the world. More than likely, that includes you. But on the flip side of that, if you are my friend, you are my friend. I will sacrifice anything, beg, borrow, steal and kill for you. No one has ever taken advantage of this, and I trust that if you are my friend, you probably never will. But yet still there is a third grouping. Friends of others who say and act one way when they're around but don't and then spread rumors. I had a very unkind rumor spread about me recently. Now, shit like this normally doesn't phase DanKarabin.com, but the presumptuous little cunt who said that, and be forewarned, if I ever find out exactly who said it, I will pound your fucking face in, really hurt me. With that said, I would rather lob a hand grenade into your neck than see you wasting air and food that could go to a good member of the human race. I'm not going to elaborate, because if you are reading this, you've already bought your grenade insurance.

It’s a brand new year folks. You have DanKarabin.com word that I will try to write more of my insightful columns as often as I can. I get busy and I apologize to my loyal fans. I had an incredible year. I got to see Rage Against the Machine, which I never though I would do. They got me into music that I myself liked and choose along with 311, who I also got to see. I made some great new friends, saw tons of shows, wrestled and saw more place than the average human would get to, and somehow maintained my sanity through this crazy unpredictable world.

So as this column takes end, I leave you with two parting quotes. The first is from a pioneer in TV and a true genius. Take care of yourselves, and each other. And the other, well, just remember this. Sometimes it’s what you don’t do that makes you who you are.

Party like a straight edge kid.

Man I haven't done one of these in a long ass while. I actually did a few, but never got around to posting them. Well, tonight, we break the fucking ban on updating this site. Well, the ban, also known as my laziness, was broken by one of our favorite subjects for ridicule on this site, Internet tough guys. You know the type. They talk shit, insult, and otherwise do things they would totally piss themselves if they even considered doing to someone's face. And this was no exception. The funniest is when they are people that think they have a clue about you because they've heard a few things. Well, I will not break the Schelde rule (giving anyone credit or mentions that they don't deserve), but I will say this you piece of shit. Good job. You inspired me and made me laugh enough to update my web page with another rant. The loyal DanKarabin.com readers are sure to be grateful for all your efforts which otherwise resulted in my laughing and the contemplation that a grown ass man could act like a little high school bitch. It's cool man. I'm sure your Internet friends are totally impressed. Just remember to always flex those Internet muscles before you go to bed. You can even avoid the HGH! BTW, go pick up as much Killwhitneydead as you possibly can. Just fucking do it. You should know better than to question me you piece of shit! Do it! Now! I'll fucking wait. The next update may be after you have all picked up every Killwhitneydead CD there is And I even added Killwhitneydead to my dictionary so that it no longer shows up with a red line under it. Phil is officially cooler than you because he owns all there stuff and you don't. Fucker. What's that you say? You thought this would be an insightful commentary into my life? You thought you'd reach inside for the first update in 6 months? What is this, a myspace blog? Go to my myspace to read that: http://www.myspace.com/gofuckyourselfyoupieceofshitthateventhoughtIhadamyspace

Pshaw biotch, I just looked back and this fucker could've figured out this was about him and got an internet boner and bragged to his friends that he got a mention. Pshaw. Can't have that shit on my watch. Oh, for those who wondered, which is ALL of you, Rage Against the Machine was possibly the greatest experience of my life. That is all for now. Tune in next time. Same cat time, same rat channel. They were all always whores.

It's hard to feel happy for someone, even though you are, when their happiness means you don't get to see them as much. Be it Christian with Katie, Tibs with Baltimore, DJ with marriage, or Len with conflicting schedules, it seems I see each of my best friends less and less as we get older. Of course this is to be expected. If It wasn't, then I was truly foolish. But man does it suck. There used to be weeks where I'd see Tibs twice, Christian twice, Len once, and I'd at least talk to DJ. Now it's like, we all have to schedule times to hang out with each other (or with Tibs, not at all.) What's a boy to do? In high school, I had friends. In college, I had friends. Now that I'm out of both, I've only maintained select few friendships that existed in both of the previous realms of my existence. Now, who knows what the next day may bring for them. I know they're all doing what they feel is good, but I just hope they all never forget that I love each and every one of them, for without them, there truly is no Dan. I have a family.

You know as I sit here and write this, on the eve of Christmas and think back over the last couple years they've been crazy. I'm not much for reflecting on years gone by. Personally, as I always say, the past is the past, move on.
But, maybe this year is different. I remember two years ago for new years me and Sam Davies, an old friend, sat around and watched as it turned to January 1st. We talked about all the crazy things in life, our friends, the girls we liked, and all those things. We talked about wondering what our friends Jenna, Sylvia, Randall etc. were doing, all the friends we had in common. Those were different times. I think things with me and Sam are ok, but damn if I've ever spoken to any of the others ones. Do I care? No. I have friends, friends that are really like family, but I still can't say it doesn't suck what became of those people. But, I guess you move on and live your life and try not to think about what happened to the people you called friends. But I digress.

One thing I really hate is the people who never had to work for anything, and then take what they are given for granted. Or in general, those that take things for granted. Then, you have friends like Len, who worked there way out of a fucking trailor park to make something of himself and make enough money to own a nice 50,000 dollar truck, a sweet apartment, a 62,000 dollar truck, a new laptop, a 78,00o dollar truck, and tons of other rad shit. But hey, ask the kid about his humble beginnings and he'll tell you. That's what matters. Never forgetting where you came from. That's one thing I can't stress enough.

I know this a totally abnormal post for Dankarabin.com, and you're thinking where is the part where you express your hate for all those that suck in your own unique and curse-ladden way. Not today man. People that I associate myself with nowadays are for the most part rad, and for all their faults (and don't get me wrong, I have plenty), they still don't suck nearly as bad as you all do. In fact, most of them are pretty fucking awesome and are much more deserving of praise then you are of degradation. Hey, Merry Christmas scumbags and awesomes alike, because, even though you might not know this, Dan Karabin is actually a very religious person. Just don't forget this holiday is about Jesus and not buying stuff. Hmm, I wonder what I got......

And finally, a big ups and farewell to Tibs who for some reason felt it necessary to move to Baltimore. Fucking scumbag. Good luck down down there buddy.

So much has gone on recently. So many shows, so many DVDs, so little time. Saw GWAR for the first time. But let's tell the story that I wrote last Friday.

Hurt my hand, butt, and stomach last night. Basically, in a nutshell, me and Len went to a show. Met up with Shawn Labunsky, some of his friends, Shawny, and some of his friends. Shawny is all of 5'6 and 120lbs, but is probably the toughest fucking kid of that size ever. Spencer showed up and some point and it was good times. Diecast was the final band, but before that, Shawny decided to tear through the pit during a different band. Three people grabbed him and one kid was holding him, pulling his sweatshirt over his head. I'm not standing for that. I grabbed the kid by the neck, threw him to the ground, sidearmed him in the head and told him not to mess with my friends. Then came the later bands. But apparently, Labunsky clocked some kid in the face who was also messing with Shawny, but we'll get more into this guy later. And then, DIECAST! And some guy was being an idiot. You guessed it. Same kid. He hit me in the head twice so I warned him cut the crap. If he was dancing and did it, fine. You except this when you come into the show. Len hit me. Shawn hit me. Shawny has spin kicked into me a few times. It happens. But this was on purpose, a big difference. If you're trying to start shit, then this is a good way to do it. Then he hit my friend Shawn, who he tried to say sorry too but Shawn knew what was up, Then he shoved my friend Shawny to the floor and that was it. I ran like 15 feet, highjumped Shawny and tackled this guy to the floor. Needless to say, the end scene wasn't pretty. It's just, don't hurt my friends you know? I warned you twice. You should know by that point that it's time to stopbeing stupid and just enjoy the show. Well, didn't happen. Not that I'm some tough guy, but something happens when I see a friend of mine get hurt. Apparently, Len fell into some people a few times and they were getting pissed. So some big piece of shit stomped on his knee when this happened. I didn't see or know exactly what went on, but if I did, rest assured that would've been number three. We go to these shows as brothers and we leave as brothers. My face is scratched up, my hand is all fucked up, but would I change it. No, because those people learned not to be retards at a hard-core metal show. Period. I learned the hard way once two. Pushing people always leads to problems, and intentionally hitting someone isn't smart either. As DBD would say, my friends, my family, would die for me. And I, would die for them too

Well there fight fans, I know it's been a while. Your faithful hero and semi-important person, Dan Karabin, is here to give you some more insight into my life, thoughts and feelings. Are girls looking more like whores nowadays? That answer is of course a resounding yes. What can we do? I believe the fault lies in the parents eyes in many cases. Ok, now, if a girl wants to get all whored up to go to the club, get drunk, and fuck one of my friends, oh well. Shit happens. But when I go to the mall, the last thing I need to see is a girl that I can't identify as being 12 or 24. What are they putting in the water nowadays. Me and Christian were driving and from a distance, he thought this girl was hot. Yeah, as we got closer, no more than 13. It's scary.

Nothing Yet (my super awesome techmetal band) has been practicing and playing for a while now, and soon we might be having a show or two? What? Dan Karabin actually gets to realize his dream. Now to be fair, I did play one good show before, as FTB rocked the Salt Box. Ahh, the FTB days. Practicing all the time without a drummer. Trying new drummers and just having them not work or be to busy jerkingofftheirdogwhilegettingthrownuponduringheadwhileracingtherecarandcrashingtousinghisturntablesanddaddrummingforkiss. Decipher that one. Take that John Q. Public.

Wrestling is in about the same condition as it was. I send out demos, rosters are full, I suck. I mean, there's a place or three that seem more accepting of me so maybe you might see me debut places soon. Who knows. I love SAW though. what a great fed and environment. That's what really matters most about a fed. Not how much they draw, but the way it is there. I miss my buddies from Maine, but it's a locker room full of friends. Thorny, bring Sammy more though! She's a great fourth for baseball. Yeah, you know what I mean, even though you'll never read this.

Hello sports fans, and welcome back for another edition. How is everyone out there in DanKarabin.com fandom? Doing well I hope and suppose. Anywho, I'm just back to give you all the latest news and insights. Ok, enough of this sounding like a newscast. As usual, business is business and it keeps me busy. The state is treating me well, and putting money in my pocket, so big ups for that. The band is going well. We still need a name so if anyone can think of anything good feel free to email me and let me know. We're a tech metal outfit so please be creative. Everyone I think of gets shot down (what's wrong the Bonnie and Clyde Escape Plan?) Anywho, speaking of music, there are concert, concert, concerts coming up. Dropkick Murphys, Voodoo Glow Skulls, Hatebreed and Bleeding Through, Fear Factory, the Sounds of the Underground. It's just gonna be a loaded up summer. I bit the bullet and consolidated my student loans. 130 dollars a month for the next twenty years of my life. Take that savings account! As for wrestling, it's the usual. Right now, I've got two matches and a promo, waiting for my music video to come back to me so that I can send out some demo tapes to some promoters. Will I get picked up by any feds? We shall see. Send your letters and cards of encouragement. anywho, back to the band. We have our first gig coming up end of July/early August, so anywho who wants to come out and support us and donate that measly five dollars for a ticket is welcome to. I sure won't mind. Right now, we have two songs pretty much done (an untitled track and Dr. Zoidberg's last stand) and three being worked on (another untitled, Bonds of Steele, and Shopping Mall Crossing Guard) and two more that I plan to write and perhaps have done before our concert (A Monkey's Uncle and another yet to be titled). All in all, busy busy busy. And of course, time for friends and loved ones. By the way, it's my birthday Friday, so feel free to send paypal donations to the emails above. Or send gifts and love if you know me. I'd like a a new bike, cash money, white patent wrestling boots, cash money, and of course, blank DVDs (cash money is also nice). Thanks for tuning in.

Ahh, summer time is creeping its way up on us. Time for hot weather, unbearable humidity and the like. I'm a spring/fall kid. The time where you can wear pants or shorts if you want. But tying into t that point is that that people wear less clothes as the temperature gets hot. Let me speak for a moment on female fashion. These new fashions for girls are ridiculous. Goucho pants (AKA baggy capris), big costume looking jewelry, stupid belts, it's amazing. Big sunglasses. Amazing. Girls look more and more whorish every year. It truly amazes me to see 15 year olds wearing stuff that you can find the club sluts wearing. I can't even visit my old high school because I'm just disgusted. Another thing is what are they putting in the water? I remember when I as 15, and girls were not as developed as they are now. I'd love to know what is going on. Band practice is today. I'm going to write the latest song, Dr. Zoidberg's Last Stand today, and hopefully we can finish it. I also have Fashion Whore done lyrrically, so we will try to write that today. Anywho, I just had to rant about the whorism of the female species. Of course, who doesn't love it so?

Graduation day was today. I'm officially done with college. People asked me if I feel any different now, and honestly, no. I've felt this way since I finished my last final. A ceremony wasn't going to change that. So, naturally, I roll into graduation naked under my gown, and people soon begin to realize this. All the people around me who I've never met are dying laughing and entertained. Mission accomplished. Dr. Hammer, one of my guiders throughout my college career, did not show. This was sad, as it was also his retirement. Oh well, good luck John. Anyways, as I'm about to go and get my diploma, some head of Russell Sage Security bloated bastard is like, "If you do anything funny, you will be arrested and your degree will be revoked." First off dickhead, you're a rent-a-cop, and second off, you have 0 authority. I naturally reply with, I don't even know who the fuck you are and continue my walk. Then, after I complete my smooth walk across the stage, the other rent-a-cop, this one about 5'5 and super imposing says good choice. I say, I don't even know who you are bro. He says, I'm a cop. Looking at his lack of badge, I just laugh and say, nice career choice and proceed to walk back to my seat. Without even doing anything, I left my mark on this ceremony and caused a ruckus. That is the best part. I never planned to "do" anything at graduation, and I still caused one hell of a stir. Ahh, a good time. I truly left my mark on the Sage College of Albany. If I could go back, I wouldn't change one damn thing. Everyone I told to fuck off or everyone I hugged when they were in pain I would do exactly the same, except this time with more explosions (someone will get that joke.) Ahh, my parents are just so proud. But no one got to see the Danaconda. That's ok. A good try to maintain order today crack security team, but your presence was totally unnecessary. DanKarabin.com caused you to be all up in arms, but in reality, the donut shop would've been fine.

I'd like to add how much I missed everyone during these busy times. For instance, I went to dinner with Len the other night. We used to do this all the time. At this particular instance, we went to Friendly's and our waitresses name was Jennifer. needless to say, hilarity ensued. As it always used to. Fucking good.

Wow it's been a long damn time since I've updated this thing, and it's sure been a bumpy and windy ride, so I'll try to make this as painless (or painfull depending on who you are) as possible. For starters, still in school, but ever so close to finishing. I've really enjoyed my time here at Sage. Sometimes I feel I've met the most spastic, assholish, worthless people in the world here. And then of course, there are times when I realize some of my best friends in the world have been made here. I wouldn't give up these experiences for anything. They've helped make me a stronger person. To losing my first true love, to Niki, to the Lab, to Len, Tibs, Mike, Jesus, Phil and all my wonderful female friends, and to everything else and in between, I wouldn't give it up for the world. Busy doesn't describe how I've been. Working, duping, concert going, wrestling. Goodness me what a busy boy I've been. It takes a toll sometimes. I'm not the type to just sit on things. If things need to be done, do them. Plain and simple. Like a regular bagle. Ehh, this write up is getting all weird and personal and touchy. Let's downgrade it.

You suck. Eat it. Blah blah blah. I'm done.

There, now you have a new update!

What a whirlwind of a day in a half it's been. You know, I really don't know exactly what to say here now, so I figured I'd clear up a few things.

1) I'm not angry at anyone. I said exactly what I had to say and that is all. The people who needed to know how I feel about them now do, and therefore, I shall never mention them again on here or in life. I'll keep their names out of my mouth, and hopefully they'll do the same.

2) I didn't "pee" or "poop" on or in any of your things. Seriously? Get real. I'm not a barbarian and nor would I do something like that. I actually have respect for peoples thing. The main reason I wrote the work of mild fiction and mostly opinion spliced with some facts (though nothing to do with bodily functions was a fact) that I wrote was to get my opinion out their and to get a rise out of people. Clearly this has worked as I've heard, so therefore, my goal has been accomplished and as I said before, I am done with you all and wish you nothing but the best in future endeavors.

3) I feel sorry and apologize to anyone who was harmed in a negative fashion by what I wrote. What I stated was simply my opinion on a bunch of people that I have come into contact with in my life and all things considered, be it negative/positive/well written/full of curse words and slurs, it's my opinion that I'm allowed to have. I'm never going to be friends with these people again, that much is obvious, and nor would I want to. You've all shown me the type of people that you are, and why would I want people like that in my life? Answer: I wouldn't. Anyways, the main point of this all is to say I'm done with this situation. I have nothing else to say to any of these people, about these people, or for these people. I will not speak to you, and I would hope you have better things to do than speak to me. I truly wish you all nothing but the best in life, and hope that you can all mature and make something of yourselves in this crazy capitalist society that we all live in. As a final closing statement, I hope you all enjoy your lives and find nothing but true happiness. Me? I've just moved into a new apartment, have one semester remaining of school, and then it's into the real world. So anyway, here's hoping someone reads this, is enlightened and realizes that, maybe in this world, everyone can do some good. I know I have. :)

Just the fact that upper management stepped in and asked me to kindly remove my exposé on the ways of several unnamed students at an unnamed college means that truly, the picture above is completely accurate. You have all been ousted, and for providing such wonderful entertainment for the many readers of my web page, we thank you, the people, for showing others exactly what not to do as a human being. The picture above will forever stay as a reminder of today's victory on the battlefield.

Well, the first week of school is over and done with so here comes so knowledge for you. Classes are between really exciting and eh. Data Structures is looming and I haven't coded in C++ in 3 years awesome. The people also range from eh to awesome. I have friends in each class, so that's always cool. My speech class in particular is full of people I like. My super friend Debbie is in my first class, but she seems kinda distant so I dunno what's up with that. I would say it's because she just broke up with the dude she was living with and obviously had to move, but she seems friendly to others so I dunno. There's the usual amounts of whores and dumbasses, and definitely a few douchebags in my classes. One in particular I'm stuck with in 2 classes that just makes my ears bleed every time he opens his mouth for stupid unfunny comment 17 of the day. But whatever. Deviant Behavior class is gonna be an interesting one, because our professor has a really thick African accent. American Foreign Policy only meets twice a week but it seems like it's gonna be really interesting, albeit costly class. My new tights and ring jacket arrived today. Awesome. Something big is looming on the horizon. I'm not gonna tell you what it is, but we'll just give a one word clue. Exposé. That's it. I bet your mouth or snatch is watering already at what I will be writing about. Oh well. Today's lesson is don't be a fuck ass!

Busy busy busy. I've been so slammed with stuff to do. School is starting next week, discs are piling up and piling up. I bought another duplicator to expediate the process, but I never seem to have as many discs/sleeves as I thought I did. When I get my paycheck I'm stocking up. Things have been so crazy and hectic around here recently that I figured some type of update was in order. I bought books today for school. 200 dollars! Yay! Thankfully my parents re-imburse me so that's that. I really don't know what I'm gonna do after school. I mean, get a job obviously, and I've already started some processes for that, but the actual getting a job thing makes me nervous as hell. And it also means good bye lip ring. I'll miss it. I'll never forget the story behind it. My friend Ken wanted one and I was like fuck it, let's both go get them. But dude was worried about his parents flipping, so he didn't end up going, and I just kind of did. I remember when I was like 16 I didn't really want a piercing or a tattoo. Well, I got my tattoo as a promise to myself and to show my beliefs, and my lip ring I just got because well, I wanted it. My tights are done and my jacket is going to be. I'm excited. Had two matches this weekend. One for AWA and one for Slam. AWA was a fun time. Close drive, nice guys. Fun match. They run on Friday unfortunately which sucks because I'm not sure how many of their shows I can make, but I'm gonna do my best. Saturday was Slam All Star, which is always a super fun time. It's relaxed, the fans are into it, and it's just an all around good time. Anyways, I'm tired of writing. I have too many discs to make, and no blank discs to make them with. So yeah!

So it's 2006. Another year has gone by. A year filled with bitchiness, backstabbing, two faced-ness, lying, and all the usual bullshit. This year was particular ridiculous, with the whore brigade (sophomore class) and other select meatheads at this college just being particularly stupid. I really can't wait to get the fuck out of this place and just tell all this bitch ass kids to go fuck themselves for the scumbags they are. It's not that I hate them. No wait, it is. I've debated for several days as to whether or not to post this, but right now, fuck you all. I'll call you all out. Whether you're a cross eyed snaggle tooth bitch, a dirty rat, a two faced lying bitch, a fat disrespectful pretensive piece of trash, a dirty dyke cunt, a over aged douchebag, a scrawny little stick-his-nose into everyone's business, or any of the other pieces of shits that line these hallways, you can go fuck yourselves and die, because I won't shed one tear. College is different than high school. In high school, there were cliques and such, but as we got older, that bullshit dissolved and we all got along. College started out that we all got along, but now that we're older, it seems a lot of these fuckbags just don't get it. I mean, go ahead and drink yourselves stupid while you tell everyone around you including yourselves lies. In the end, you'll just end up hurting yourselves and then you'll see me. I'll be the one standing over you and laughing. It's sad to see so many people you considered friends or acquaintances just turn out to be total pieces of shit. But such is life I suppose. This is 2006. My resolutions are as follows:
1) Kick the living shit out of my work, do great, and rock hard into my future after college.
2) Smash the face of all these pricks and cunts that think they're something and try to fuck with people important to me. You think we don't know, but we do. I'm a kid from Watervliet. I don't get mad, I get even.
3) Wrestle as much as I can, improve and learn as much as I can.
4) Stay true to everything that makes me me. Being a good, honest person that isn't a bitch like all these others, that doesn't talk about someone behind there backs, and if I have a problem with you, you'll know.

2005 posts archived here. Why don't we try to make this world a better place with a little understanding, a little compassion, and a little honesty? Eritf concept I know. Quick, run to your little myspace's. Losers.