Come And Ride The Death-Coaster, Kiddies!!!!!!

Quiz: What do all of these things have in common with TJ?

1) Scratching his nose.
2) Taking a drink.
3) Turning up the volume on the radio.
4) Changing stations on the radio.
5) Looking at cows.
6) Driving.

Answer: That's right! They all make him swerve off the fucking road and almost kill us!! Hooray, Timmy! You get nothing.

Jesus, that man cannot drive for shit. And he's constantly going 80 miles an hour while he's all over the fucking place.

On the way out to Texas he even hit the side mirror on my side on one of those very tall and slender traffic cone thingies.

On the way back, we almost sideswiped a fucking semi while going 80 mph in pouring rain. That's right. Rain or shine, it's gun that fucking mini-van like it's nothing. Hell, he got a speeding ticket on our last trip. And backed into a car while leaving my apartment. And he's got his license. Hmmmm...

Ok. Breathing deeply. I'm still alive.

Yes, I made it home alive. And now I am very tired. There's no way I can sleep through that shit.

Nix says: Can't sleep too long. Have to write my review, dammit.

Enough Negativity

New updates at the Tomb, bitches!

Tons of stuff. 2 shorties from me and lots of stuff from the other guys, as well. Plus, last Sunday I put up a new Deaditorial. Go visit, you fools!

www.tombofanubis.com

I am such a moron. I left my laptop in the 'Lou and I'm trapped in Texas without it. How in the holy fuck do you forget your laptop, when that's all you do is play on it 24/7? Seriously. WTF?

Oh, well. I get to sit in the business center of the hotel and meet interesting new people. Not really.

I go and get ready for work, now.

Nix says: I wanna see Silent Hill, dammit. How was it?

www.tombofanubis.com

Gotta pump the site.

My contributions have been erratic, but I do what I can.

I don't know what to say. I'm drowning in something. I can't really say it's depression, although it feels similar.

Sales are shit. Show-up is shit. Quality is shit. My life is shit.

I guess it is depression. I'm lonely.

Mikki finally replied and is willing to try to meet for a discussion. I don't even care, anymore. What am I supposed to get? Reasons I fucking suck? Reasons I'm a terrible prospect for a mate. Do I NEED to hear that?

I don't fucking know.

Need to put my head back together. Work is supposed to do that for me. It's not happening. I feel everything flying out of my control. Entropy is back.

Need to talk to Wolf.

So many things. I talked about suicide, tonight. And I meant it as a sarcastic statement, but it sounded very nice. Why not just stop all this insanity and fucking go to sleep?

I know. People will be all upset (for a month or so), but I'm getting tired. My head and my heart hurts. I'm getting close to being done. I don't see why this is worth it.

All of this is just a quest for money. And I don't give a fuck about money, except to exist. And if I have to live my life for money, I'd rather not live, thank you.

Empty.

Everything I think I need, I cannot have.

Thank you, whoever you are. Thanks for tearing my life apart over and over and fucking over. I guess I deserved it, or whatever. Need to learn my lesson. Thanks for taking my dad. Thanks for making me crazy. Thank you for having Nat cheat on me with my best friend. Thanks for letting me fuck Mikki over. Thanks for everything. Thank you for this stupid fucked up shit-fest of a life you've given me.

Nix says: Fuck off

Are You Sure?

Wait, wait, wait. This can't be right. Did I just get my first fan letter?

Some chick just wrote me about a Deaditorial I wrote on www.tombofanubis.com

Brief excerpts: "Loved your rant on the possibility of your den freaking out a hypothetical female" and "SO... your den would be more likely to put me in the mood than make me run screaming!" and "Take care and thanks for all the great laughs and entertainment"

Can you believe that shit?

Thanks, Nicole. Whoever the hell you are. You made my day and I still think I hallucinated it.

In other news: Looks like I'm either gonna have to just stab myself or kill Mikki because she won't reply to email, anymore. Fuck that fucking bitch. A guy just wants some questions answered and he gets ignored. Fuck fuckity fuck. I shouldn't be suprised. She wants to come off all tough and shit but she's more of a "just take it and don't show emotion" kinda girl.

Look, I know it's fucking over. We shall never be. Fine. But can you just give me a fucking reason? Fuck you. *Nix tears out her throat and bounces about in her pooling blood*

And my other ongoing interest: Yes, I'm pulling the "You don't want me." shit, again. But I'm just trying to protect her. We've had this conversation over and over, but I just can't understand why someone would choose me. I'm sorry. Even I can't deal with me. So I can't see anyone else putting up with my shit.

But she's damn insistant that I'm worth it, or something.

RUN AWAY!!!! RUN FOR YOUR FUCKING LIFE!!! I WILL DRIVE YOU FUCKING CRAZY!!!!

*ahem* Scary Movie 4 was better than the first one. I hated the first one.

I go, now.

Nix says: "I want to be with you. I'm not there." Depeche Mode

As Keanu Would Say: "Whoa"

I'm glad I don't get involved in the forum, anymore. It just seems to be full of seething anger. Don't need none of dat, bitch.

I now own an iPod! Yay!

But I can't use it. Fuck!

iTunes won't work. Whatever.

And things are just all fucked up. Everything. Fuck fuckity fuck.

I'm back in tune with the Tomb, though. Got a new review for Sunday (actually Monday).

That's my disjointed blog for today.

Nix says: Yes, DeRex, I am still alive, you ignorant slut.

Your Mother

My head is spinning. I'm going crazy, again.

But I think I want this insanity. So I'll deal with it.

I had somebody at one of my shows that was talking through the whole fucking thing. And when I was describing the situation to someone else, I used a word I never, ever use. I felt pretty shitty about that. But then I realized that that bitch didn't feel bad for totally fucking with me while I was trying to just do my job. So fuck her.

My CD player has had these playing for the past week 24/7: Morphine "Cure for Pain" Depeche Mode "Playing the Angel" and Pearl Jam "Ten" (All albums that I think everyone should own.) I just added Flyleaf. It's nice to hear a chick that can tear shit up.

I go, now.

Nix says: "I still believe in love at first sight. Nothing's impossible" Depeche Mode

Scientology And Tardiness

Sorry I didn't have a new review up at www.tombofanubis.com . Somebody stole my DVD player and it set me behind.

And my last link for Scientology was wrong. It should have been www.xenu.net . It's the best place for info.

This is Poetry Month! Visit DeRex for bad poetry every day! I'm even contributing! http://delorumrex1.blogspot.com

Other than that, suck that cock, bitch. I mean, continue to ignore me.

Nix says: Whatever.