http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:the-good-capiberra&section=today deviantART RSS for by:the-good-capiberra en-us Copyright 2009, deviantART.com Wed, 16 Dec 2009 22:48:50 PST deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://the-good-capiberra.deviantart.com/journal/17261009/ http://the-good-capiberra.deviantart.com/journal/17261009/ Sun, 09 Mar 2008 18:21:40 PDT
So yes, Juno CD. Love it. Loose Lips and Vampire are the most kick-ass songs ever. I shall put them on my player of the MPTres for my blonde friend who HASN'T HEARD OF THE MOVIE YET. Jeez, Banana. You turrible nucklehead.

I saw that movie Penelope today. The chick with the pig face, y'know? Don't watch it. It's two hours of eye raping, but with PG-13 material. D:

Oh yeah, and that last thing. Sorry, no Christian here. No athiest either. So book it. I beleive in reincarnation, and apparently that's a backstab to the church. Who cares? Christianity is a batshit crazy religion. Hinduism has elephants, so there.

Naruto is gay. Sorry weeaboos, it is. He's a walking fucking traffic cone. And that emo kid Sasuke isn't hot, ya Japtards. He's a fictional character with no nose. That's weird, along with all anime. Japan is not full of 16 year old girls with basketball-sized breasts and pink hair falling all over shy thirteen year old boys with gigantic penises. Get over it and throw that damn pocky shit away.

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So yes, its about 10:49 and I have no plans to go to sleep. I have church but whatever. I don't haaave to shower. The pastor can stand my funk for one funkin' hour.

So today I moved some tables with Mr.Porcupine Garrett. Then we had a plastic spoon fight. I pwned. BURNING FINGERRRR~! Hell yeah!

I NEEDZ ME A TABLET.

At least a Bamboo Fun small. I'd sacrifice my ghey junky ghetto-ass mp3 player for it. Scanning shit is made of fail. D: My mom needs to write up her resume so she can get her middle-aged booty to work. Then we'll have Kate's college saved up, my truck, and more importantly: MY FOOKIN' BAMBOO FUN. It would blow to some extent. I'm used to having my mom at home when I get of teh short bus. And she'd be working hella long hours. D:

I'm a selfish pickled eucalyptus branch. You gives me Bamboo Fun, yes? Stereo is tree fiddy? You want watch? Want look gangster?... No, you no look gangster. [/old asian man in dc impression]

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It's dark as old mayonaise outside... Which is real bad, cause it's 11:54 at the moment of my looking approximately at teh toolbar of my stupid monitor screeeen. And old mayo is uasually a weird yellow color with some gnarly grease atop its funky grunge. Maybe if it was left without a lid... Next to pork tenderloin and chicken stew...

My head hurts but I don't feel like sleep. I've been up talking about the gayness of Grizzly Man, dA [derrr], and how talented I am at drawing dudes that look like smecksy bitches eating zucchini and shrimp. Gee. I made a purdy nice animation of my fursona suddenly growing wings... and a smecksy little sketch of Kao sharing my insomnia [looks like he's a ferdy yeer oold vuuurgeeen!] IT'S TOTALLY CEREALLY THE SMECKS, GUYS. I'M TOTALLY CEREAL ON THIS. Cereally.

My head hurts less. But my back itches like a BEEEEETCH. I don't flipping know why. It's just itchy and burny for no reason. Gahhh, my fookin' ghey too-small Abercrombie&Fitch shirt with all its freaky sewing and shit. Don't get me wrong. I fookin' love Abercrombie. But only some of their shirts. The ones on the clearance shelves. I got a perdy hawt t-shirt with a mooooose on eeeeet fook yeaaaaah for 12 fookin' bucks. Oh yahhh. Whadda now Wal-Mart?

GEEEEEE.

I'm bored now. What time is it? 12:14. JEEZ, I'M A FOOKIN SLOW TYPER.

]]> ~the-good-capiberra http://the-good-capiberra.deviantart.com/journal/16758859/ http://the-good-capiberra.deviantart.com/journal/16758859/ Wed, 06 Feb 2008 17:45:01 PST [WARNING: Penor jokes, dianetics, lead, asbestos, home transexual surgeries, and small parts that may be ingested by crazy bitches. Is totally unedited.]

I was arguing with Ross over his douchey hair and he started calling me out because I don't want to know where he lives so I can listen to him yelling "HEEEEY! I WANNA BE A ROCKSTAAAAHHH~!" while he tries to grab my boobies. So I said the following. Best burn in all of 2008. Hellz yeah.

Ross: Watch a video of Shadows Fall, All That Remains, Avenged Sevenfold, Guns n' Roses, Twisted Sister, or Europe all of their guitarists have long hair that they wear back.

Moi: Does not work on you. At all. You own a guitar, but it doesn't mean you're a rock star.

Ross: First of all you've never heard me play.

[Tom Cruise: DIANETICS!]

Moi: [Shut up Tom! Will Smith's German Shepherd is prettier than you!] And? It's nothing special. Lots of people play. And by your journal you sound like you'd fuck it if you wouldn't cut your pecker on the strings.

He hasn't e-mailed me in about a half hour. I think he went to go flog his pants clown. Y'know. His teeny meat sword. Make use of his left hand. Anger the Hamburgler. Pet his garder snake... Muhammed forbid he try to prove me wrong about the guitar fucking.

Actually, that would be nice. America's first auto-transexual surgery.

Just wait til tomorrow, he'll be in the hospital for chopping off his own penor because I'm such a bitch.

Goodbye Ross, hello Rosie... Or Prosthetic Penis Lad... xD

I know I'm a dumbfuck.

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Y'know what? I'll just give his real name. Ross. Just like off Friends, but greasier and blonder... and pimplier... and hung like a mouse [or moose. i don't know, you find out].

So this is what I do. I get bored and e-mail one of my random hoes [yes, i'm a female pimp] then just start messing with them. Like lately I've been waiting for Ross to cave and ask for the original picture of this, this, and this: [link] [link] [link]

He did. I lol'd. I asked him where he's got his sock.

But what else would you expect with a conscience so small? [copyright sum fotayy-uno]

I love messing with people's heads. Especially my horny ex. I'm crazy. And mean. It's how I get my kicks.

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Okay, I'mma get off track of my happy weekend to tell you peeps 'bout my crazy son bitch ex boyfriend. He's a crazy pervy son bitch. Tried to rape my crazy son bitch emo buddy that he amazingly got to the 'Christian' third base with [this pic used to be nekkid. [link] ]. It's crazy like a son bitch because he's tried stealing the bitchin' virginities of almost every other girl I know. Even the fat ones. Bitchin' crazy, right? I think he respects me or some bitchin' shit, cause he hasn't once tried to father my babies like any other time with any other bitchin' bitch [why wouldn't he want to rape this dorkhead? [link] ] Seriously, bitches. It's crazy shit.

'Aight, other than my paranoia that my crazy son bitch ex boyfriend's gonna rape the hell out of me I'm doing purty damn good. Someone from my friend's church just died of a heart attack at a Mayberry's and her biker dad is crying, but I'm doing okay.

I uploaded a crapload of photos from this summer. They're bitchin'. LOOK AT DEM HOES, HOES.

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The aforementioned dumbass is pissing me off more than the chick in my last rant. I criticized her for stealing other peoples art, coloring over it, and calling it Sakura or some other shit. I told her that her art was cliche and she should work on making her own ideas with her OWN 'BASES'.

Do you know what she said?

"critisize my art if you want, i hate haters they're for i'm banning you becouse i dun want to deal with you hating on my art"

THAT ISN'T ART, RETARD.

I'm going to cunt-punt this bitch to Sydney once I get around her stupid fucking 'ban'.

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What the hell is it with all these cutesy figures with giant heads, purple hair and eyes that are melting the bladders of KAWAIIDESUDESU Japtards all over the Internet?! I hate them with a passion. I hate anyone who likes them. Which is why I hate this fat, annoying bitch.

She's getting credit for all of her shitty art. She's selling stupid sketches of faries and girls with heads that look like Ys with ponytails. Everyone's so proud of her while I'm getting ignored and told how great she is. I was the one who sold art! She stole that idea from me! She sees me sell a tiger drawing and BAM, the next morning in homeroom shes going off on how she'll be happy to do a class fundraiser by selling her crap.

This shit is worse than the usual weeaboo art I've seen. EVERYTHING looks the same. She can't even make gender differences outside of boobs and hair. It's sick, twisted, and unfair on SO FUCKING MANY LEVELS. I should be the one getting attention, no Fatass MacCreep.

But If you thought my shallow ranting was over, you'd be wrong, because she's still on my nerves.

SHE THINKS SHE'S THE SEXIEST GHETTO MESS TO HIT THE SWAMP. I swear, If I see that 140 pounder draw another pencil-thin, pink-eyed "self portrait" of hers I'll sock someone in the face. She thinks that because everyone's skinny on her little Naruto and Bleach that she and her best friend Fattie Number Two are simply the finest JC Penny-clad "Abercromie kills your mind" sons of bitches.

You won't beleive what she described her 'fabulous self portrait' for Mrs. Adams' [art teacher] class as. She used a self quote to explain the giant fucking heart in the background, "Love till it hurts and then love some more!" I WANTED TO SET A RABID COON DOG ON MY EARS.

Why can't most fat weeaboos like her just admit that they will NEVER lose their virginity [except to a rapist with a thing for pre-pubescent bingo-wings. blech.] and AREN'T loved by anyone except maybe their druggie moms? This chick thinks that because Fattie Number Two conned a quiet, chubby Vietnamese kid into going out with her that she'll ever go out with anyone near looking like this guy?

[link]

When she looks like this?

[link]

Madness will ensue!

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