The Blackangel

Renaissance art is my favorite. The artists were true talent. No one since da Vinci and Michaelangelo has had a true talent. The Sistine Chapel and the Mona Lisa should be enough to tell you that.

Female pattern baldness is a real thing. It’s extremely common. While we don’t usually get a receding hairline, we do get bald patches and drastically thinning hair. I’m actually dealing with it right now. I’ve gone to Bosley hair restoration. They think that about 200 grafts would do the job. The problem is that it’s $14,000. So, for the moment, I’m completely screwed.

I will be called just about everything negative, but the 1969 moon landing is pure bullshit. For one thing, we didn’t have the technology to make the trip. Second, America was more concerned with beating Russia in the space race, and landing on the moon would do the trick. And lastly there are too many things that say it didn’t happen. For example, take the original footage. NASA indicated that they recorded over it to reuse the tape. You’re telling me that they had the money and resources to put a man on the moon, but not enough for a second fucking tape? I’ve got dozens more examples. And to anyone who wants to tell me that it was real because they watched it live: I watched wrestling live, both on TV and in person. That doesn’t make it any less fake.

Without the slightest bit of doubt I can 100% say Edgar Allen Poe. Second place is firmly William Shakespeare.

Pure bullshit. The only ones who say that stupid shit weren’t bullied in school, to an extent that it literally became torture. I can’t even count how many times I tried to kill myself when I was in school. And no on. Fucking. Cared.

I already have the car. It’s a 1987 Chevy Camaro Iroc-Z with T tops. I dreamed about it for 35 years. I finally got her a few years ago. Her name is Dream.

Silent letters drive me nuts. What is the actual purpose for them? And a word already mentioned, is colonel. Also, I speak American. The roots of American are in England, but that is about all American English and British English have in common. Slang in both places have no correlation between the two countries. Who here knows what “neden” is or what it means to call someone “ninja”? And how many slang words for “penis” do you know? There has to be THOUSANDS of words. Also, “fag” here is a slur against gay men. But I know it (did? does?) mean cigarette across the pond. Back in the 60’s fag meant cigarette here as well. The English language is royally fucked up from every angle. And no 2 English speaking countries speak the same English.

Stay as far away as possible. They’re not worth it. When the entire staff and security team don’t give a shit about sexual assault, it’s not an industry that deserves a single penny from anyone.

If it has, or had, a pulse I don’t and won’t trust it. Trust is an invitation to being abused. I won’t even consider trusting. It’s something that I absolutely will not do, and never will.

I’ve worked in several. Pizza Hut 5 times, Sonic once, and a local roadside restaurant where I grew up. Everyone called it The Junction.

I have an instant and explosive temper. No fuse, just instant explosion. Just ask @Rain Dew

I’m a good cook, but I absolutely hate doing it.

Steamed broccoli isn’t bad. Granted, it’s not my favorite vegetable, but I don’t avoid it like the plague either.

I grew up riding horses. I was also a bull rider as a teenager. As for exotic animals I have ridden a lot of elephants, and a few camels. There’s something else I’ve ridden, but I can’t for the life of me remember what it was.

For me it was both pickles and meatloaf. I don’t know what changed in me, but it changed in the same way. I woke up one day and just really wanted a pickle. The same with the meatloaf. I woke up one day and just really wanted meatloaf. Completely out of nowhere I suddenly wanted them. I don’t understand it, I just accept it. And for anyone wondering, Claussen are the best pickles ever!

About a week and a half. Maybe 2 weeks. We’re still in the process of unpacking all of our shit. The previous house we lived in for nine years. Living in town took a severe toll on my physical and mental health. I lived on a small stock farm when I was a kid. As a result, living in town is like bathing in hydrochloric acid. The unpacking is a bitch, but being out of town now is worth it. But either way, I fucking hate moving.

Did you seriously just ask this? NOTHING BEATS HOME MADE!!!!

I’ve been in the newspaper several times. One was when I wasn’t even in the state. I’m born and raised in Missouri. When I was in boot camp out in California, my picture was in the paper. A bunch of teachers came out on some kind of tour. Since a lot of them were from my area at home, I was called to speak with them over chow. When I was in scouts my whole den got our picture in the paper. Selling cookies always sucked because I wanted to just eat them all.

I do. I check how much sugar is in things. I also check the amount of potassium in everything. I’m on a medication that raises my potassium levels, so I have to be careful about what I’m eating. It also means that I can only eat bananas on a rare occasion. Which sucks because I love bananas.

That’s a hard one. There are so manyto pick. But, I would say it’s probably Please Don’t Go Girl. It’s an absolute favorite of mine.

If anyone, it would without a doubt be Barak Obama. We were living in a golden age when he was in office. Hell, I wanted to repeal the 22nd amendment and then live under King and Queen Obama. But, alas, that couldn’t happen.

New Kids On The Block I loved them as a kid and still love them. The album they recorded a couple years ago as adults was a great one. But as far as NKOTB is concerned, nothing beats their music from the 80’s and early 90’s.

I never wanted to see 25. And I truly believed that I would never see 30. I honestly believed that I was going to die sometime while I was 29.

Are you calling me a cheater?