Below are the 3 most recent journal entries recorded in mathofthetimes' LiveJournal:

Friday, April 22nd, 2005
3:18 pm	blah this is to show you you can fuck with times and this is to show you, bitches can't fuck with my rhymes (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, April 7th, 2005
10:19 pm	Dun...Da Dun Dun! So Cross The Line is done for me. Some niggers wanna get up in my face and wanna try and kick my ass over five dollars and zero cents. Someone who was supposed to be my buttbuddy. Being the new guy around is the only thing I know because people kick me out of their friend group because they get sick of me after a few months. Regardless of how much I can bring to the table , I still suck at life. I come to practice everyday and I play and I buy equipment , fix other peoples equipment , even have a $150 microphone get messed up because they are just savages! And I'm the Lion King. King of the jungle. Hear me roar. ROOOOOOOOAAAAARRRRRR. But whatever. I wanted to do it. On the other hand , you get the people who were always around and they dont practice when we are playing. They dont do anything outside of practice and they just sit up stairs and get drunk while I meedle the shit out of my guitar. They need to shut up, stop drinking AND WATCH ME. Then on top of that , get in my face over 5 dollars and zero cents. 5 fuckin dollars and zero cents, that I would give to him tomorrow if I wasn't such a cheap bastard. Forgetting the fact that I always would offer him to come to Cock University and eat for free , despite me being nervous that he might cause trouble because he's a grimey ass urbanite black person him. Or that he comes in my room and trashes the place. Or even that the kid just takes shit from me without asking, "thank you sir, may i have another?" Youd figure that a "friend" wouldnt get in your face over 5 dollars and zero cents. I guess I don't have any friends. Damn you once again futile magic 8 ball! Damn you futile existence! On top of that , you wanna say that I have everything given to me? That my parents pay for my shit for me? That takes nerve man. Everyone knows I sell my body to crackheads on Piedmont St. You say Im gettin at you and you say shit like that? You dont even know. Y'ALL. DON'T. EVEN. KNOW! Sucka. Theres a difference between us and its that I am a yuppie, and you're black. My great great great great grandparents owned yours. All my amps and guitars , yea I paid for that. All my loans for school , yea they are in my name. Bobbert Poindexter King III Esquire. My college degree wont say to Bobbert Poindexter King III Esquire and his parents. Its mine. All mine! I will someday own sweatshops in Indonesia who will make me 1000 dollar guitars just in case I get finger prints on the ones I have now. I will own the world. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA. Don't try and stop me. My PHD is the key to enslaving mankind. World domination is at hand! Thank you math. So I hope it was worth it man. Have fun with your five fucking dollars and zero cents. (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, March 25th, 2005
1:51 pm	I have a problem getting it up. Ive also come to the realization that I have a gambling problem and that I really need to stop losing because I'm way pefect at life. When I see the cards come out , I know all the math behind it, because that's the only thing I'm good at. Math. I know the chances of everybody having the cards they do and the chances that they hit the cards they need and likewise for myself. And I also know there's a good chance nobody likes playing with me because I'm a douchebag. Im good at realizing patterns in the way people bet and Im usually able to bluff people who play the game at the kids table. But , I am powerless to what cards actually come out. I'm not as smart as I think I am, and I need to stop putting all my trust in my magic 8 ball. Damn you futile 8 ball!!! You cant win if you dont get the cards and it is really depressing when everytime you go all in and when you are ahead before the flop , turn , and river that everybody just catches all their cards. Its frustrating when you make the "right decisions" everytime and know that you are 95% to win at that point and you lose for an extended streak. Logically, by now I should be realizing that you can't calculate the outcome of every event in life, because in life 95% of the time things don't go as planned. But I don't realize this because I like to have big juicy schlongs in my buttcrack. Im down quite a bit of money at this point, because of my gambling and buying dildos, and gay porn, and its gotten to the point where I gamble on credit and that I chase the money that Ive already lost. Thats why I know that I'm a freakin moron, and I should just go do some heroin. (1 Comment |Comment on this)