Randy Topsek

Today some fatfuck came up to me in the park while I was practicing my keyboarding. He started sayin shit about how cool I was and all that. But did he leave any money in the box? No, of course not.

He left and then came back about an hour later, still all up about commenting the shit out of my skills. The fuck, fatty?

He said we should "play together" sometime without even mentioning whatever instrument he plays. I bet he's lying and he's some kind of serial killer that just wants to carve my brain out. Like hell I'm going to fall for that.

Go fuck yourself, fatty.

New online blog. I heard these are important to people now. Figure I might as well have some stupid place to type shit into when I get bored. Not that I spend too much time being bored.

My dad's still going on about me having some job or something. I never really pay attention to him while he rattles on forever about how I waste my life. He's just jealous he doesn't get any action. So he has to find a way to ruin mine.

Fuck him, I'm going to do what I want. He doesn't make me want to do anything for him when he calls me a faggot either. Not really helpin there, dad. Especially because I have a girlfriend he rammed down my throat, how can one be a faggot but have a girlfriend?

He needs to get with the times, with the fuckin trends and shit. Just because I have my hair dyed and a few piercings doesn't make me a faggot.

Though I suppose he's better off not knowing that I sometimes fuck around with guys. Still though, that don't make me a faggot.

heh, dumbass.