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Yes, another fucking entry, mania, ya know... talk (type) fast, talk alot, focus, lasers ZOOM, fires... etc. I'll go read a book in a second if I'm able to sit still.

A few days ago my mom was talking about asking the 73 yo drunken mexican ("hey there's nothing wrong with being mexican" you might say, and I might say "yeah, unless you're from mexico" oh sorry! I'm an equal opportunity racist, I hate everybody... but seriously, if your country is that fucked up, and I've heard ALL about it from my ESL students, and the measures they were willing to take to get out of that country, maybe you shoulda stayed there and like, done something about it, ya know... blow some shit up, take over some cities, assasinate some "important" people... fuck starve yourself & refuse to get off a bus a la Gandhi and Parks, but whatever you choose don't choose to fucking jump ship and mail $ back to your wife and umpteen kids you left behind as you fuck gringas and have kids that call themselves mexican americans! anyway...) She was talkin bout inviting Adrian to Singapore with her, that her company OK'd it, all expenses paid, that's how much they need her to go there. I told her I'd go in a second. She's afraid of terrorists (muhahahaha!) or some shit and doesnt wanna go alone. When I told her that I'd go she said "No, you'd get in too much trouble, they aren't even allowed to chew gum there... you'd get a public caning the first day" "And every day thereafter hopefully. Only I'd do something bad enough to get it televised, and that way I'd be able to give America a good name again, make everybody home proud to be American again, the way I take that caning with a smile and counting the lashes outloud and saying 'Thank You Sir May I Have Another?!' I'd even learn how to say that phrase in whatever language they speak there!" And I would, too! I would just fucking LOVE it, too fucking much, and my mom knows this, and I think genuinely deep down, she knows I'm serious about ALL the shit I say that she acts like I'm kidding about, I'm sure deep down she knows who I am, I am her, only a hundredfold (just like she is gramma tenfold... imagine if I had a daughter... imagine me a thousandfold, what a beautiful psycopath she'd be, that's right ya'll better pray, PRAY that spermicidal crap I used after the condom broke did it's job, I don't though, you all know what I "secretly" want). Anyway, my mom is my biggest threat. I need to move. She just fucking loves controlling me, I that cannot be caged, she just fucking loves it, the only thing she gets right about beign a mother, the part about fucking with your life... and pointing out mistakes. "Happy accidents mom, remember that hippie painter guy (Bob Ross, but she wouldnt know that shit), th'ain't mistakes, they happy accidents." ("They happy accidents, bitch." --in that Chappele accent **SLAP!!**)

Always remember to quit while you're ahead.

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