Thursday, February 12, 2009

A Simple Algorithm for Understanding Love Through the Use of the Implementation of Logic Functions written in Pseudo C++

(I had to use dots because punkass HTML doesn't recognize tabs or whitespace)


for (ever)
{
..... if (you && me == true)
..... {
.......... love = us;
.......... go to happyEverAfter;
..... }

..... else if ((you && me == true) && (you && someoneElse == true))
..... {
.......... ERROR!;
.......... go to heartBreak;
..... }

..... else
..... {
.......... you + me != us;
.......... go to heartBreak;
..... }

..... while ((you == happy) && (you == smiling))
..... {
.......... me --> tryingToKeepThat == true;
.......... if (lieToYou == true, but you == stillHappyCuzYouDontKnowImLyingToYou)
.......... then
............... lieToYou;
.......... else if (you = !happy because lieToYou)
............... lieToYouAgain;
.......... until
............... you = happy;
..... }
}


happyEverAfter(you, me)
{
..... while (yourHappiness >= myHappiness)
.......... continue happyEverAfter;
..... else
.......... ERROR!
.......... go to heartBreak;
}

heartBreak (you, me)
{
.......... while (youIgnoreMe == true)
.......... infinite loop
.......... {
............... call you;
............... text you;
............... email you;
............... visit your family randomly;
............... deny stalking youo;
............... if (youCallCops)
.................... BREAK;
.......... }
}

return 0;

Dream Log - 12 Feb 2009

I didn't think this dream log thing would catch on. I had one entry, and then, magically, all my dreams got boring.....until last night.

I had a dream that there were cats in my back yard trying to get into the house everytime I opened the back door. And whenever I went out, they would talk to me.

One of them said, in a real smooth voice "ay man, you can let us in! we cool!"

So I acted like I was about to let them in (not at all weirded out at the fact that the fuckin cat was talking to me) then tried to slam the door on one as he walked through the doorway.

Unfortunately he got through, and said "ay man, you tried to slam that door on me? not cool, man." But he wasn't angry. Just kinda bummed that I tried to kill him. Then I said "hey, can you leave back out real quick?" Then after he left out, I said "Ok, now come back." And when he did, I slammed him in the door. I did this with at least 2 of his buddies as well. Cats in my dreams are dumber than in real life, I think.

So after I put them all in garbage bags and rolled the dumpster around, they started talking to me again. "Hey man, you can't just throw us away. We gon get out and come right back to yo backyard again." Then the garbage truck came.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Hell yeah I punch my bitch! AND beat my kids in public!

Welcome back you say? Indeed.

Let's get into it.

We all heard about the Chris Brown/ Rihanna incident. I have personally taken the stance that my dude was set up. The same "man" who framed Mike Tyson, 2Pac, OJ, Killa Kwame, C-Murder, and various others has worked his mojo again, this time to frame C. Breezy. He was in cahoots with Rihanna, made her beat herself in the face with a sock filled with California oranges, and say sweet lil CB did it. . . however he IS from the country, and we know how THEY giddown. . . . .

But in the event that he DID do it. . .

Celebrities should know better than doin this kinda shit. Next thing we know, it'll be the biggest craze since saggy pants. "Chris Brown beat up on his bitch, you think EYE won't???" or whatever. . . Kids these days are fuckin dumb as shit, so who knows how this shit will go over.

Violence towards women is not funny. I think it's horrible, and most of all, I hope it's not true. I've heard all types of reports in the last couple of days. I've heard her injuries were life-threatening, then that was retracted, he DIDN'T hit her, and her injuries were from a car accident, he beat her with an umbrella (possibly a bad joke, later retracted), and that she was mauled by a bear.

In other news, let's hope this was R. Kelly. . . just kidding. They say he was Pakistani.