I’m very upset over this: AP News

In a nutshell, Mike Vick is allowed to once again play for the NFL after being convicted of a felony charge for dog fighting. He can attend all preseason practices, workouts, and meetings and will even be allowed in games if he can find a team that will sign him.
He only spent 20 months in prison.

Pitbulls are not meant to look like this: 1 , 2 , 3.

They should look like this: 1 , 2 , 3.

And Mike Vick should no receive just a slap on the wrist. Many people have their careers ruined over less offenses than dog fighting. Vick should, in my opinion, barely be allowed to play football in his backyard, much less in the NFL.

The NFL should cage him up and torture him every day by withholding food, water, and adequate shelter. They should only let him out at game time. And during games, when defensive linebackers are chomping down on his face and neck, forcing him to defend himself with violence, his coach should shout at him and belittle him. If he loses the struggle, he should be beaten and then caged again.

This way he will truly understand the severity of the crimes he committed, by feeling exactly what his dogs were forced to endure.

He has helped to perpetuate the stereotype that dogs such as pitbulls are vicious and dangerous animals, unable to be rehabilitated. He also helped the phrase, “You can take the boy out of the ghetto but you can’t take the ghetto out of the boy,” seem extremely realistic. Thanks, Vick.

Below are pictures of my very own “vicious” pitbull.

He sure loves to play dress up. Actually, he HATES the hoodie but will proudly wear the “Mike Vick hate club” shirt wherever he goes. I love this dog!

I got my license back and have been driving around every chance I get. It’s such a relief to be able to drive to the store.

i’m thinking this would be a good profession for me. i would love to put people behind bars for cruelty. if you can’t afford or do not know how to take care of an animal, DON’T GET ONE!
i probably shouldn’t watch these shows.

John (of course) is listening to Johnny Cash. I love it. I posted on twitter already that these little moments of happiness make me love life. I come home from an unproductive day at work to find him in a clean house blaring “The Beast in Me.”
I have just finished reading “Killer Kids”, which is about children/teenagers who kill their parents. It’s not very disturbing. I have just started reading “Loss of Innocence”, which IS disturbing because it’s about kids who kill other kids. Something about that just makes me ill inside. But I can’t set it down.
Isn’t that funny how even though something evokes such strong emotion, I still want to experience it. It’s like I like the adrenaline rush of all that emotion, almost? I don’t know.

Don’t take your guns to town.

LOOK AT ME!

I’m trying a new business opportunity. I’m pretty excited about it.
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Please visit my online store.
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Everything is very VERY affordable (between $2-$10) and I guarantee the products work! They sent me a whole case of them, and they’re incredible!

Love,
Ray

Relevancy is fading, and hiding becomes easier to do. Women cover up their lines with fakeness and make this harder than it has to be.
Real life in real time with real words and silly rhymes. Dying every day is something we all dread, laying in our beds alone at night.
Sighing and signing our lives away on leases and contracts and relationships that don’t last. Words that won’t pass. That replay in your head. Like the raven’s call forevermore. I feel like Eleanor (dead).

Well, I tried. I used to be so inspired all the time to write. I would have this craving to write. And I think it’s coming back. So I will be posting my attempts much more often.
In other news, I am thinking about becoming a Mark. Cosmetics rep. It has a very minimal start up cost, and the benefits are unbelievable. We will see how it goes.
Love,
Ray

I’m obsessed with covers.

Twenty things that make me go GRR:

1. When I put too much sugar in my coffee and have to pour out the whole cup

2. When two of my favorite shows are on at the same time and I have to switch back and forth between them.

3. When a reality show’s season finale doesn’t go the way I want.

4. When it’s too hot outside and I have to wait for the A/C to cool down my apartment.

5. When my iTunes keeps playing the same artist over and over even though it’s on “shuffle”.

6. When all the clocks in my house are set at different times and I don’t know which one is right.

7. When things get so dirty that I just don’t feel like cleaning them and I wallow in the filth instead.

8. When I need a shower but I don’t feel like it so I wallow in my filth instead.

9. When I eat the last Thin Mint out of a box and I think there is another box in the fridge, but there’s not. “I would have eaten that last one slower if I had known it was the VERY last,” I think.

10. When a comedian on Comedy Central Presents thinks he/she is funny but is not.

11. When I see a group of girls all wearing bug-eye sunglasses and camis prancing around buying things with their daddy’s credit card.

12. When I have to use scissors because a bag is too hard to open.

13. When things go stale.

14. When I am trying to sleep and just when I fall asleep someone calls me.

15. When people leave me a voicemail but then when I call them they repeat the same message again.

16. When a radio station overplays a song until I don’t like it anymore.

17. When people think that saying “thank you,” very sincerely is a tip.

18. When someone asks me for my last cigarette KNOWING it’s my last one, and KNOWING I will feel obligated to give it to them because they said “Please!”

19. When I hear a generic song.

20. When things run out of batteries and die right in the middle of using them.

Yes, this is how I spend most mornings. Making lists of things. Not always lists of bad things. Just lists.

I have had a couple interesting months. New job, new friends, and soon a new apartment! Times are much better now. I have just the right amount of money to keep me happy and fed. These new friends are fun, too.

I can’t wait to go back to school.