You know something.  I'm going focking crazy here, man.  You know?  I'm sick of everybody's crap around here about all this stuff that is supposed to be my responsibility.  I mean, I have to feed the focking ferrets, clean their cage, and change their litter, give them baths, trim their nails, and brush their teeth.  The thing is, they ain't my ferrets, man.  I don't know where they came from.  I came home one day and there was this big focking cage with some animals in it and some instructions.  That's crazy sizzam right there, you know?  I know, cause I gotta deal with it.  And it's like, I'm not the only one around here that is around here, man.  I live with 23 other people who are all not here when something needs done, like paying the rent.  I do EVERYTHING!!!  It's crazy.  I don't have a job so the only way I can pay the rent is to "sleep" with my friggin land lady, and I think she is only alive still because they haven't found a place in hell that is bad enough for the like of her.  That's just my opinion anyway, I'm sure she's a really nice old lady, for a direct descendant of SATAN  So I can't spell, lay off, ya bastard.  You ain't even supposed to be here.  Go to hell and rot, you nasty naughty slithery snake thing that I saw on the crocodile hunter a couple of months ago that I don't remember but it was really gooses and that's what I'm calling you.  You like that?  YEAH!!  Judo Jugglo Chop!  voodoo Majik mon!

Well, it's been like 3 f*ckin months now and I ain't heard jack shit from White Wolf or Namezero about jack shit.  White Wolf has yet to add me to their f*cking dark spiral list and I know my shit is down, and I can't get into my f*cking e-mail at Namezero.   The whole f*cking reason I got that shit was so that I could have the site look more official, but no, that won't f*cking happen.  So now I have this domain name that sucks because nobody will ever see it and I can't even send out e-mail that sounds official.  I have to send out all my krispydeamon@usa.net crap.  HEY!  I didn't want that to happen!  Stupid focking FrontPage.   I wish I had some goddamned money so that I could go out and purchase FrontPage 2000.  Why?  Because.  Reason enough for ya?  Don't care.  You'll just have to live with it I guess.  Jackass.  Actually, it pisses me off because (as far as I know) I can't change the themes with FP98, which I can with FP2000.   Sucks.  I got used to FP2K when I had my cool job but I got fired and now I don't have it.  I should have stolen it when I had the chance.  Stupid morals.   Die, Jimmy Cricket, you bastard!  BURN IN HELL!

Working on my goddamnd website that nobody comes to.   jerky bastards, but I did make this thing, and so I posted it here, while I worked on it as my forum signature.  I think I'll leave it here for everybody who happens into this area to check out.  Quite a sign of exactly how f*cking bored I am, ain't it?

Satan made himself multifariously objectionable and was finally expelled from Heaven.  Halfway in his descent he paused, bent his head in thought a moment and at last went back.  "There is one favor that I should like to ask." "Name it." "Man, I understand, is about to be created.  He will need laws." "What, wretch! you his appointed adversary, charged from the dawn of eternity with the hatred of his soul - you ask for the right to make his laws?" "Pardon; what I have to ask is that he be permitted to make them himself." It was so ordered. -Ambrose Bierce, The Devil's Dictionary

motherf*cking namezero pisses me off.  I can forward my e-mail anywhere I want but I can't log into my e-mail account and look at anything there.  I can't do it through outlook or AIM ir ICQ or the Namezero.com website.  Bastards.

Finally back on the dark spiral, and I got my namezero e-mail account working and everything is all good, except for that fact that I haven't slept in 3 days.  that just sucks man, I have such a headache it ain't even funny.  I'm telling you that I think I am ready to go and and just pass out on the sidewalk and die like a piece of shit in a handbasket from hell, you know?