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Name: Raven |
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Location: Oologah, OK |
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Country: United States |
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Member Since: December 22, 2005 |
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Number of Posts: 13444 |
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Age/Gender: 38 / M |
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Zodiac Sign: Aquarius |
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Status: Single |
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Sexual Preference: Girls |
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Open To: Friends |
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About Me: I think Filter/Crystal Method said it best:
"I got the understanding of a 4 year old.
I got the peace of mind of a killer soul.
I got the rationale of a New York cop.
I got the patience of a chopping block." |
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Body Alterations: Only a single celtic knotwork tattoo on my left arm for now. Hopefully at least one or two more will be coming as money and time permit. |
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Favorite Bands: Depends on my mood. It changes from one day to the next. So for now I'll just list what comes to mind:
VNV Nation, :Wumpscut:, Haub jobb, Stromkern, Soil & Eclipse, Attrition, Blut Engel, Assemblage23, Project Pitchfork, Icon of Coil, Xorcist, Covenant, DIN FIV, Frontline Assembly, Skinny Puppy, KMFDM, Love Spirals Downwards, Soul Whirling Somewhere, Black Tape for a Blue Girl, Lycia, Faith and the Muse, Current 93, TKK, Rosettastone, Dead Can Dance, Velvet Acid Christ, NIN, Tori Amos, The Cure, Coil, Dresden Dolls, And One, The The, Switchblade Symphony, My Scarlet Life, Tapping the Vein, Ophelia Burning, Tear Garden, Legendary Pink Dots, Clan of Xymox, Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. Not to mention some old school schtuff like The Damned, Virgin Prunes, Bauhaus, Joy Division, Human Drama. Just all depends on my mood. And just to throw in a few things from left field, anyone who says they don't like David Sanborn, Spyro Gyra or Sting will get whacked in the head with my giant Slim Jim of DOOM!!! |
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Favorite Books/Authors: Pretty much the same as music. My favorite authors/books just depends on what I'm in the mood for this month.
Poppy Z. Brite, Anne Rice, Harlan Ellison, Neil Gaiman, Robert Jordan, Caitlin R. Kiernan, Stephen R. Donaldson, Harlan Ellison, Joyce Carol Oates, Elizabeth Kostova, Laurell K Hamiliton. Did I mention Harlan Ellison? |
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Pays The Bills: Go to a warm safe place... go to a warm safe place... go to a warm safe place... |
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Things I like: Shiny objects (Us ravens are suckers for them), spending time at my favorite coffee shop people watching, a good glass of red wine with a good book, remodeling my place, candles everywhere, blogging... and flowers.... lots and lots and lots of flowers
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Things I hate: gangsta rap, having to listen to YOUR music when I'm sitting in MY car. Easy listening music.... there's nothing at all easy about listening to it.
People who send me friend requests before they even know me. This isn't MySpace and I don't care how long my friends list is... and I care even less about how long yours is. |
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Posted: 12/09/08 at 07:39 AM |
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| Dear Santa.... Fuck you!!!!!! |
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As found in my post on the Dear Santa thread in the forums. And to give credit where it's due, somewhat inspired by Ri-kun.
Dear Santa,
Next time, have the fucking politeness to pick up after your reindeer!!! I swear to fucking Bob, if I come out on Christmas morning again this year and find half a dozen steaming piles of reindeer shit on my roof again, I'm gonna break out the shotgun and the meat dehydrator and make me some fucking reindeer beef jerky!!! And I might just leave a thin coat of Astroglide on the roof.
And don't try to give me any crap about how I should just be grateful for the presents you left either. If you think the fucking Britney Spears CD that no one wanted and a cheap ipod scratch protector make up for the mess your little bastards left last year. I hate Britney Spears and I have an ipod Nano, not a regular ipod. Who the fuck are you paying to do your intelligence work these days anyway?
Do you have any idea what kind of mess it makes when you get a good hard rain with a dozen piles of shit on your roof? And don't fucking think I didn't notice that there were only 8 Guinness left in the fridge last Christmas when I know for a fact there was 12 the night before. No fucking wonder you can't get any gifts right when you're fucking tanked all night long on stolen beer!!! You couldn't have just gotten your fill on the three trailers down the road and their Milwaukee's Best huh? This year, you'll find at least 2 Guinness in my fridge spiked with industrial laxatives. Raid my fridge again and we'll find out just how much that mystical bag of gifts of yours can REALLY hold.
And on the subject of your questionable work force recruiting policies, where the fuck are you getting your reindeer these days? Do you not any kind of try outs, not psych reviews, no cutting scores? I suggest this year that you either castrate those fuckers or put them through some work place sensitivity training classes. Hell, you could at least give them some shore leave or something. Do you any idea the kind of emotion scarring I got last year when I stepped out on my front porch for a smoke and found 4 of those fuckers in my front yard. 3 of them humping my lighted reindeer display and the 4th one sitting to the side making Bow Chica bow wow noises. Well this year I'm gonna have a little surprise waiting for your depraved team of fucktards. The reindeer will be running on high voltage lines this year. And at least 3 of them will "accidentally" have wiring shorts on them. Personally, I don't care if they DO wander into my front yard for some R&R. It'll just save me a few steps in the deer jerky making process.
First, Last and Always...
Your sworn enemy,
Raven |
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