Want To Talk

Want to talkt to me now you this time and this time only I am putting it all out thier just to see who will contact me.
AIM: GangstaPreppy1
MSN: victorbethea@msn.com
Email: VictorSBII@gmail.com
Cell Phone: 267-235-4982
I am also on myspace and can be found under: Gangstapreppy
I have Several other email addresses:
Hottor1@hotmail.com
Gangstapreppy@hotmail.com
so thier you have it.

I Am Back

Ha Ha after a long brek I am back like that. with my mother's new complicated way for me access the web my post will probaly be reduced to one or two a week. But that means they will be more truth full more funny and alot more bold. Enjoy!!!!

GangstaPreppy

The Men's List:

Now here are the rules from the male side. These are our rules!

*Please note... these are all numbered "1" ON PURPOSE!

1. Learn to work the toilet seat. You're a big girl. If it's up, put it down. We need it up, you need it down. You don't hear us complaining about you leaving it down.

1. Sunday = Sports. It's like the full moon or the changing of the tides. Let it be.

1. Shopping is NOT a sport. And no, we are never going to think of it that way.

1. Crying is blackmail.

1. Ask for what you want. Let us be clear on this one: Subtle hints do not work! Strong hints do not work! Obvious hints do not work! Just say it!

1. Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question.

1 Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That's what we do. Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.

1. A headache that lasts for 17 months is a problem. See a doctor.

1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. In fact, all comments become null and void after 7 days.

1. If you won't dress like the Victoria's Secret girls, don't expect us to act like soap opera guys.

1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways, and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one.

1. You can either ask us to do something or tell us how you want it done. Not both. If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself.

1. Whenever possible, please say whatever you have to say during commercials.

1. Christopher Columbus did not need directions and neither do we.

1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings. Peach, for example, is a fruit, not a color. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is.

1. If it itches, it will be scratched. We do that.

1. If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing," we will act like nothing's wrong. We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle.

1. If you ask a question you don't want us to answer, expect an answer you don't want to hear.

1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine... Really.

1. Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as baseball, the shotgun formation, or monster trucks.

1. You have enough clothes.

1. You have too many shoes

1. I am in shape. Round is a shape.

1. Thank you for reading this: Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couch tonight, but did you know men really don't mind that, it's like camping.
(my uncle emailed me this)

A Hated Aniversary

yesterday made one month since my father died and today makes one month that ive knowen he was dead. i know it seames that i am dwelling on my father death but latly thats all i have had to talk about. however i am going to finnis and expand my story to include this year.

Reflection

The past few weeks have been extreamly hard. Things have changed and I cant help but mis my father. I lost my father and gained a car, larger wardrobe, and a few nic naks. And that was just half of the stuf i have goan through. In the begining I could not help but feel guilty and remorse for going through his stuff but when i recived word that i was definitly getting the care a week later something told me to be happy. So it took a while but i am happy to have the car but i still wish my father was heere and could see how i am handiling every thing.

R.I.P. VSBI

Rest In Peace
Victor S. Bethea, I

You’ll be missed by your son Victor S. Bethea, II. You shall live on through all of us and your love shared with many.

( I am in mourning for 7 days)

11/04/61 - 04/29/05

Dear friends and readers I am writing today to inform you that around 2:00 AM Friday April 29^th 2005 Victor S. Bethea I, My father, passed away at the age of 43. I am his only child and unfortunately his mother and father have to experience the pain of burring a son.

My father was one of four children three sons including himself and one daughter, My Uncle Darryl, Uncle Tracy and my Aunt Lisa. My father was extremely close to his family and made it well known that he loved us dearly. My aunt and I had a vary special connection, other than obvious family connections, and its for that reason that we are suffering so much. My friends knew my father had some health issues and the worst thing about it is that none of them in any way was the cause of his death.

So I ask that all of you keep my grandmother, my grandfather, my aunt, my self, and the rest of our grieving family in your prayers.

The funeral will be held this Thursday For details comments or questions email, Vbethea@comcast.net.

If you read the last post you can easily tell it needs work. Allow me to say I was going through a huge lil Kim phase, but it is kinda over. I think soon I will edit it and put it back in my profile.
When I was at S.J.P my class went crazy with it. Before I knew it, it was circulating allover the school and everyone wanted me to give them a copy. Thank Boima for that. But it needs work and I think I may have some potential.

Random Pic

Way To Sexy For Words.

My Old AIM Profile

Im a bitch and i gots lots of class, u mess wit me ill kick your ass, so for all you man whores that think your cool ill beat your ass cuz male bitches rule.

This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz
Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)
Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up
And live good, East coast West coast worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)

this is diamond werin titus right here
dats a dame hot name ya clear
so manny wanna be like me or date me
and all thoes dame hoes wanna one one night me
i fuck like a tiger cuse a tiger i am
but last all night jusk ask lil kim
iam here for enjoyment and ill say it again
watch out or titus will steel your woman
its me to hottor you want some more
of what all peeps ador
i am just like pringles when i pop the fun dont stop

sex is good sex is fine
doggy style or 69
wether just for fun of gettin paid
every one loves gettin laid
take a like on da tip
taste better than pink lemonaid
check the back of the boot
dont piss me off ill kick ya
hard and far
note from the preppy gangsta
to yo dame ugly wangsta
i got thr got that makes them hot

i got the magic stick
and my hot dog brings all the girls to the yard
and thier like tast better yalls
always taste better than yalls
i will tap that but i have to charge

i da nigga got many names
GangstaPreppy will be the fame
Hottor is for da dick
you cant just look youll want a lick
cus i am t to da izzel t to da uzzell and s is what makes MY sex da best

Friends Are Meant To Be Temporary

You ever noticed that having friends is sometimes more a hassle than you wish. You have to deal with attitudes, no it alls, people who always seem angry, those that are jealous of you for stupid reasons, ones that are not really compatible with at all, and the most obvious those that seem like they really never want to be friends with you.

If you are a truly nice person when it comes to friends count yourself as forever screwed. People will call themselves your friend as long as they are getting something from you the moment that is reversed or just simply stops, they disappear. And never ask one friend to help you do something for another you will get all kinds of grief.

To simply put it your best bet is to never try to hang onto friends just live your life from friend to friend never expecting to have one for more than 3 five years tops. Trying to hang onto friends will cost you more than you are willing to spend financially and emotionally.

Don’t believe me go over you life and count every friend you have had from as early as you can remember to now. Then count all the friends you have now. Trust me the numbers wont be the same. Then count the number of friends that you have had for more than 6 years I mean these are people that you talk to on a regular basis, out side of school. The numbers get smaller and smaller.

Here is what you do just hang out with people if your friends have a problem with it then Oh well to bad. Life is life and they will disappear soon anyway and you will look back and see it was a blessing.

Double Holiday

Tomorrow is a double holiday, for me my friends, family, and all who read this cite. Tomorrow is April First, Also knowen as April Fools Day and the day in witch we remember the birth of the one who created V.0 Any Questions. That is correct Tommorrow April First 2005 Titus - Victor S. Bethea, II (AKA Gangstapreppy) will be 19 years old. so that means you have to Pull double pranks on evry one and tell a truth that is so far out that people will believe your are trying to pull an aprilfools. So thier you have it next year remember to take this holiday off.

Today is a Special Day

Today is the official "Slap Your Irritating Co-workers Holiday"

Do you have a co-worker who talks nonstop about nothing, working your last nerve with tedious and boring details that you don't give a damn about?

SLAP THEM!

Do you have a co-worker who ALWAYS screws up stuff creating MORE work for you?

SLAP THEM!

Do you have a co-worker who kisses so much booty, you can look in their mouth and see what your boss had for lunch?

SLAP THEM!

Do you have a co-worker who is SOOO obnoxious, when he/she enters a room, everyone else clears it?

SLAP THEM!

Well, on behalf of Ike Turner, I am so very very glad to officially announce today as "SLAP YOUR IRRITATING CO-WORKER DAY!"

These are the rules you must follow:

* You can only slap one person per hour - no more.

* You can slap the same person again if they irritate you again in the same day.

* You are allowed to hold someone down as other co-workers take their turns slapping the irritant.

* No weapons are allowed...other than going upside somebody's head with a stapler or a hole-puncher.

* CURSING IS NOT MANDATORY! But, after you have slapped the recipient, your "assault" can be followed with something like "cause I'm sick of your stupid-a$$ always messing up stuff!"

Now, study the rules, break out your list of folks that you want to slap the living day lights out of and get to slapping.....and hey, do have a great day .

Happy Easter

Happy easter to all. Check back soon for the story of the fat man who wanted thick lunchmeat and kid who try to get thier parents.

For Jimmy

Harry Nilsson - Coconut Brother bought a coconut, he bought it for a dime His sister had another one, she paid it for a lime. She put the lime in the coconut, she drank them both up She put the lime in the coconut, she drank them both up She put the lime in the coconut, she drank them both up She put the lime in the coconut, she called the doctor, woke him up, And said, "Doctor, ain't there nothin' I can take, I say, Doctor, to relieve this belly ache? I say, Doctor, ain't there nothin' I can take, I say, Doctor, to relieve this belly ache?" "Now let me get this straight ", Put the lime in the coconut, you drank them both up Put the lime in the coconut, you drank them both up Put the lime in the coconut, you drank them both up Put the lime in the coconut, you called your doctor, woke him up, And say, 'Doctor, ain't there nothing I can take, I say, Doctor, to relieve this belly ache? I say, Doctor, doctor, ain't there nothin' I can take, I say, Doctor, dooooctor, to relieve this belly ache?' Put the lime in the coconut, drink them both together, Put the lime in the coconut, then you feel better, Put the lime in the coconut, drink them both up, Put the lime in the coconut, and call me in the morning Wouh wouh wouh wouh wouh Brother bought a coconut, he bought it for a dime His sister had another one, she paid it for a lime. She put the lime in the coconut, she drank them both up, She put the lime in the coconut, she called the doctor, woke him up, Say "Doctor, ain't there nothin' I can take, I say, Doctor, to relieve this belly ache? I say, Doctor, ain't there nothin' I can take, I say Doctor! let me get this straight". You put the lime in the coconut, drink them both up, You put the lime in the coconut, drink them both up, You put the lime in the coconut, drink them both up, Put the lime in the coconut, you such a silly woman!, Put the lime in the coconut, drink them both together, Put the lime in the coconut, then you feel better. Put the lime in the coconut, drink them both down Put the lime in the coconut, and call me in the morning Woo Woo, ain't there nothin' you can take, I say Woo Woo, to relieve my belly ache, You say woo woo ain't there nothin' I can take, I say Woo woo, to relieve your belly ache, You say yah yah, ain't there nothin' I can take, I say Waah waah, to relieve this belly ache, I say doctor!, ain't there nothin' I can take, I say doctor!, ain't there nothin' I can take, I say doctor!, ain't there nothin' I can take, I say Doctor!, you such a silly woman!, Put the lime in the coconut, drink them both together, Put the lime in the coconut, then you feel better, Put the lime in the coconut, drink them both up, Put the lime in the coconut, and call me in the moooooorning, Yes, you call me in the morning, If you call me in the morning, then ill tell you what to do. X5

Shout Outs

Happy Birthday to:

Aunt Lisa whoes age shall not be disclosed on the 12th
Boima Blake 18 on the 23rd
Neal Curly 18 on the 25
and
Uncle John 33 on the 29th

This if for my peeps who be keepin it real and know they all look older than me except Boima who still looks six, ha ha.

Today's Rating

Due to the graphic nature and use of strong language of today’s post, it is rated
PG-13
Readers Strongly Cautioned. Some material may be inappropriate for children under 13.

Today @ Work

Ok to day was one of those days at my job that was bloody boring and just seamed like a waste of time with the exception of a few people.

There was this one lady that made it all worthwhile. When I came to the deli she was leaving because no one was there but I managed to ask her if she needed anything to which she replied yes with a smile. I apologized for having her wait, she looked tired but tried her hardest not to let it show. Every word that came from her mouth was accompanied with warmth and sincerity. Instead of gimmie it was may I have, and yes, thank you, and even have a nice day. I was blown away to the point I had to let her know she was one of the nicest people I helped all day, I should have said nicest but I was in shock!

Of course their was the usual dumb asses that used the used the wrong terminology. I must ask why don’t people know the basic types of chesses. It drives me crazy when people come up and ask for squire cheese, orange cheese, or the name brand as if it’s the only cheese that company makes. Ok its not squire cheese it American cheese lots of other cheeses are squire and American is not even real cheese. There is no such thing as orange cheese they are yellow. For those of us that are not intellectually challenged, white cheese is actually yellow and yellow cheese is actually orange that’s just the way of the world get used to it, and for those that are it all an illusion to confuse you, if that will help you to remember. I think the last one the solution is too dam obvious to mention.

To day this one dumb ass actually asked me for orange cheese, I almost asked him what kind but when I dawned on me that he suffered from lacto intelligentsia, I simply asked “American?” and that’s what he meant. He also asked for turkey breast, when I asked him “what kind?” you would think I asked a 10 year old niggaa to pick his daddy out of a line up. I tried to make it easy on him and asked if he wanted regular but he was already way to confused to understand my question. After a few seconds he took his nose of the glass and asked for “da dites n Watson back farkest smok terky” once I was finished slicing I gave him his stuff and said “have a good one” to which he replied “thank you buddy.” I simply thought to my self that’s shame he has no idea that I am going to make fun of him tonight.

I also met a guy named Pe-tus I can only imagine what it takes to piss him off and bring back sad childhood memories, but the he is probably used to it, if not then “Get use to it.”

THE BIRTH OF A CANDY BAR

One PAYDAY, MR. PEANUT wanted a BIT O'HONEY, so he took MARY JANE behind the POWERHOUSE on the corner of CLARK and FIFTH AVE. He began to feel her MOUNDS. That was pure ALMOND JOY. It made her TOOTSIE ROLL. He let out a SNICKER as his BUTTERFINGER went up her JUICY FRUIT and caused a MILKY WAY. She screamed "OH HENRY" as she sqeezed his PETER PAUL and ZAGNUTS. MARY JANE said, "You are even better than the THREE MUSKETEERS." Soon she was a bit CHUNKY and nine months later had a BABY RUTH.

That is alot of kittens. How many have you killed? 

The Raven

By Edgar Allan Poe

nce upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-
Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore-
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-
This it is, and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door;-
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"-
Merely this, and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore-
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;-
'Tis the wind and nothing more."

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed
he;But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore-
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door-
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered-
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have flown before-
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore-
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never- nevermore'."

But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore-
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee- by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!- prophet still, if bird or devil!-
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted-
On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore-
Is there- is there balm in Gilead?- tell me- tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil- prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us- by that God we both adore-
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked, upstarting-
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted- nevermore!

Dead Cake

At school yesterday I was on my way to my locker and then I saw it, it was horrible, it was smashed. It had fell from a terrible distance, so sad it looked vary young but it was mixed. The cake had hit the floor and died instantly. The cake was quite the thing to see it was lying their and everyone looked at it like it was someone who had just been murdered, I have to admit it did look like a crime seen all that was missing was the chalk outline and someone taking pictures. I wish I had a camera, but such is life I think it will make a great April fools prank, and don’t you be trying to steal my idea.

Nasty Old Man

Today I was waiting with a friend at the bus stop. There was an old man waiting there also as I was chatting away she motioned to me with the worse face ever as I turned to look at what she was cringing at. Lo and behold the old man was pushing his dentures in and out of his mouth in the cold I could not believe it was nasty and funny at the same time. Needless to say he eventually fell asleep and didn’t wake up until after the buss pulled away, proving everyone gets theirs in the end so get used to it.

To long without change

My cite was down and I could not make changes for two weeks. I'll be updating you on my life and the crazy people in it, in no more than two days. Also feel free to peruse previous post.

Anger in AIM

Ok, I have this friend that thinks he knows me pretty well, but I keep telling him he doesn’t. I was not going to post this, but now that he blocked me I am going to so all may see and comment as they see necessary.

GangstaPreppy1: ok i am in a really good mood
Mixman0001: haha
Mixman0001: thats good
Mixman0001: im not
GangstaPreppy1: to bad
Mixman0001: ill say that to u the next time ure in a bad mood
GangstaPreppy1: no i dont talk to you when i am in a bad mood because you always make it worse
Mixman0001: ok
GangstaPreppy1: hey do you know a song about a lonly road by green day
Mixman0001: boulevard of broken dreams
GangstaPreppy1: oh thanx whit boy
Mixman0001: excuse you?
GangstaPreppy1: lol just kidding i love you
Mixman0001: haha thanks
GangstaPreppy1: i hope your right about the song
Mixman0001: i am
GangstaPreppy1: ok good because i love that song it sums up how i felt all last year
Mixman0001: um...ok
GangstaPreppy1: yah
GangstaPreppy1: you were right
Mixman0001: i know im right!!
GangstaPreppy1: and conceded
Mixman0001: no-and u spelled it wrong
GangstaPreppy1: yes you are and i dont care abut spiling on aim
Mixman0001: how am i conceited? do u even know the meaning of the word?
GangstaPreppy1: yah i do or i would not have used it
GangstaPreppy1: and why the hell are you geting bent out of shape about it its not like i ment it strongly
Mixman0001: u shouldnt have said it t all!
Mixman0001: im the farthest thing from conceited
GangstaPreppy1: no you are not and i got peps to back me up
Mixman0001: conceited means ure self-absorbed, u dont care about anyone but yourself, and your a cocky stuck up bastard--if u can give me good examples of how i am any of those then i willa gree with u-but dont come round here flinging that bullshit-i aint got the time for your made up nonsense
GangstaPreppy1: and that is what the hell i ment
GangstaPreppy1: you know what you are by far the biggest ass i know
GangstaPreppy1: you spoild rotten lil brat you need to really get fucked up because you cant handel having anything go agenst you way
Mixman0001: oh my god
GangstaPreppy1: yah oh you good and trust me its true
Mixman0001: no
Mixman0001: i dont
Mixman0001: at all
GangstaPreppy1: yes you do
GangstaPreppy1: and dont srgue
GangstaPreppy1: argue
Mixman0001: well if im conceited ure a primp asshole
GangstaPreppy1: ass hole at time true but primp never
Mixman0001: yes
Mixman0001: u are
Mixman0001: and angry
Mixman0001: and overemotional
Mixman0001: and fucking crazy
GangstaPreppy1: i have said it once and ill say it again you barly know me so i would not speek of thing you have no idea about.
GangstaPreppy1: you lead your lil shelterd life and think you shit about the world
Mixman0001: hahahahahahahhaa
Mixman0001: yes, victor, i barely know you
GangstaPreppy1: you dont boima and i am sorry to say that. thier are only two people at the prep that come close to knowing me and you arent one.
Mixman0001: who are they?
GangstaPreppy1: dont worry about things that dont concern you
Mixman0001: its prolly neal and matthias
GangstaPreppy1: not matthias although he knowes me better than you
GangstaPreppy1: and this is now boring me so change the subject because i dont want to be angry with you over stupid shit
Mixman0001: well dont call me conceited
Mixman0001: bennett?
Mixman0001: christian?
Mixman0001: frankie?
GangstaPreppy1: no drop it
Mixman0001: who is it?
GangstaPreppy1: i said drop it
GangstaPreppy1: so how was your day
GangstaPreppy1: did you check out my cite yesterday
Mixman0001: btw little motherfucking boy-if u EVER call me conceited again i will personally kill you-i will...honestly-i was gonna say something really mean but im not even gonna go there-i am the most unconceited person u will ever meet-i volunteer, i help friends out, when friends are sick i ask them how they are feeling, tom mellor just got eye surgery and will be out of school i am going to visit him wednesday, i tutor gesu children, i help old people, i give like its my damn job SO DONT CALL ME CONCEITED
GangstaPreppy1: ooooo so scared a lil niglit says he is gonna kill me
Mixman0001: ?
Mixman0001: u entered text
GangstaPreppy1: fine if your not conceited you have some real problems because you look for affirmation from the people around. That is why you feel you have to be friends with everyone. If some one thinks ill of you feel you have to know why and convince that person wrong. I am telling you this as a friend Boima you better start being happy with you and you alone because you are going to find out soon enough that the world will never like you and people always want you to change.
GangstaPreppy1: You think you got pissed when I called you conceited well you are going to get called thing a lot worse the moment you wake up and join the land of the unsheltered. You are in no position to judge anyone I have been through and seen friends go through things a lot worse than watching their best friends die. I have been with people who thought death would be the best thing to happen to them and tyou dare get upset when I call you a lil name get the hell over it and grow the hell up.
Mixman0001: um excuse me? how dare u question my reasons for knowing people-i get to know people because i am friendly and feel like if i dont know someone-thats another person with a story, a life, a family, a mind-that i am missing out on-everyone helps u to grow and most people miss that-so how dare u think im just self conciousand need the affirmation of others
GangstaPreppy1: you do because if you did not when i called you concited you would have left it at that and not have tried to prove me wrong
Mixman0001: secondly-not only have i seen one of my best friends die, ive seen another one die, ive seen many commit suicide, ive seen wartorn africa with little children getting their limps cut off-my uncles been shot at-my dads been shot at, my aunt committed suicide by setting herself on fire-i have gone through my own journey and for u to say i havent lived, or been through a lot then u got another thing coming
Mixman0001: i got angry because u totally misjudged me!
GangstaPreppy1: all over stupid shit
Mixman0001: y should i not get angry if u say i am something i am not?
GangstaPreppy1: so and get used to getting misjudged it happen and is a part of life if you get angry at everyone who miss judges you you will always be angrey
GangstaPreppy1: face it when it come to people i know more and have been throgh more, if i did not i would be dead
Mixman0001: no
Mixman0001: u have not
GangstaPreppy1: and ill say it again if you knew me we would not be in this conversation
GangstaPreppy1: you know you talk alot right
GangstaPreppy1: and it is not a bad thing
Mixman0001: get over ureself
GangstaPreppy1: but it alowes me to know you better than you may get to know me
Mixman0001: fucking holly-stop milking that
Mixman0001: he is not the worst thing in the world
GangstaPreppy1: i talk alot but about stuppid shit that dosent mattter its all filler to see people laugh
GangstaPreppy1: you only know about holly stop asuming
GangstaPreppy1: i told you i hate that, holly is only the recent 8 years i have goan through more in my life than just holley and the shit he has caused
Mixman0001: no u have not
Mixman0001: fuck u
Mixman0001: christian says ure ugly
GangstaPreppy1: like i said you dont know me so stop asuming
GangstaPreppy1: well he is funny looking and chubby
Mixman0001: he says u look like an awkward bird
GangstaPreppy1: and he looks like a philly pigion
Mixman0001 signed off at 10:11:22 PM.
Mixman0001 signed on at 10:14:01 PM.
Mixman0001: go to hell
Mixman0001: s. i hate jesus
Mixman0001: and so does neal
GangstaPreppy1: thats your problem
Mixman0001: and the whole concept is bullshit
GangstaPreppy1: neal dosent hate jesus he just dosent believe
Mixman0001: im saying it on purpose u stupid shit
GangstaPreppy1: ok trying to piss me off
GangstaPreppy1: not working
Mixman0001: im blocking u
GangstaPreppy1: why
Mixman0001 signed off at 10:16:22 PM.

Today's Rating

Due to the graphic nature of today’s following post, it has been rated R. They are restricted to mature adult readers only.

Look Harder

Ok that is............ nasty AND evocative....i guess.
But in second its not what it looks like.

Sick Of This Shit

Ok this is the first time I will truly let the world have it. I am sick and tired of every ones stupid shit. Why the hell does it seem when you ask certain people to do a simple task it never gets done, I mean you ask they say yes you explain the importance and it never fucking happens.

I have this one friend who is proving himself less and less useful. When you confront this asshole with it he pretends he is perfect and that the problem lies in every one else I bet if I had him read this he would never figure out its about him.

As for some of my other friends let me just say I lost touch and don’t really plan on trying to get back in touch.

There is also this guy across the street from us who has this scarecrow. First off why the hell would some have a scar crow up in the middle of winter, total asshole. But any way the strange thing about this god dammed scare crow is the way it is displayed, one word, lynched, that’s fucking right this dame thing has been up since Halloween hanging by its neck, the noose is made of purple Christmas lights, and the sick fucker lives directly across the street from a black family. Should I hate him, I may, but what would be better is I go over there and rip it down shred it up and scatter it all over his yard and porch. Or I could handle it the same way I handle most shit in my life, just get use to it.

i wonder why

Santa Clause has love handles, the Easter bunny has no neck, the tooth fairy is pleasantly plump, and the Pillsbury doughboy is loved by everyone. Yet America wanders why obesity is a raging epidemic.
In a countery where famous fat people are loved just as much as fast food thiere is not cure. Get use to it.

Guess What This Is?

There are many words to describe me. I have been called funny, good looking, charming, playful, serious and even creative. For the longest time I never believed any of them, I thought I was average all around. I thought I was like everyone else my grades reflected it and the way I felt said I was.

It was in seventh grade that I meet a woman who tried her best to prove that I was not like most children. Sr. Rosemary was the one who helped me realize that I liked public speaking. I had a chance to meet people who had influence in our neighborhood of Germantown as well as the Catholic Church and politics. After I had interesting conversations with these people I was later told that they found me to be exactly as Sr. Rosemary described me. I heard it from their mouth and later from Sr. Rosemary, but their was one little problem holding me Back, my home life was not a pleasant one.

My stepfather and I did not get along at all. He was not the man I had wanted my mother to marry, things changed drastically after the wedding. I can remember suffering from depression for a year because of it. It was thanks to my faith in God that I got over it and have never returned to those types of thoughts and emotions. For eight years though I had to deal with being mistreated and watching a man whom I felt was not my father and a poor excuse of a husband treat my mother like she was less than an outstanding woman.

It was not until February of 2004 that my life turned upside down and changed. One night I made a terrible mistake that showed my mother just how much I was hurting and disliked who she married. So we moved out the end of that week. From that point on I spent time being angry with God, my mother, my friends and even my sister. I forgot who I was and ended up loosing a lot. First I lost my place at St. Joe’s, my job and contact with Sr. Rosemary. It seamed when I gained one thing I lost another.

We eventually got a new house but my stepfather came over a lot and I had to struggle with how to handle this totally bizarre situation while trying to adjust to suburban living. Everything was new. In late august I found a new job and in early September I enrolled in Academy Park high school. I was starting, more than my sister and mother, from scratch I had to make new friends learn a new neighborhood and worse of all rediscover who I was.

For the longest time I could not figure out who I wanted to be or who I once was or even what I wanted to do with my life. I was a nobody; I went from liking gospel and classical music to liking Christian alternative and rock. I changed from wanting to be a doctor and minister to advertising or doctor, and as for my faith I did not know if I was angry with God or if I wanted him to forgive me. Every other part of my life I was just pretending to care. I wanted to run away, but where? I wanted to live with some one else, but who. I wanted to know why I had changed from being Victor S. Bethea, II to “Mr. I Don’t Know”

I figured I just needed time and everything would fall into place. As of February 7, 2005 I knew. I was Victor S. Bethea, II just different. Although I like new music and live in the suburbs I know who I am and what I want to do with my life. I still want six kids three girls and three boys, I still love God and want to preach if that is what he wants me to do, I still have all my old friends and I know that I am a handsome, charming young adult ready to take the world by storm. I may not know for sure what career I want but I at least I have it narrowed down to two.

this is me Get use to it

"For What?" You Ask

in responce to the pictuer posted @
http://www.halftone.org/archives/003369.html (feel free to look around, its one hot cite)

For what, you may ask? Well isn’t it obvious, the United States own modern napoleon George W. Bush Jr. I think we all know if the current president had his way he would take over the world starting with each country that he guesses supports terrorism then every other country that did not think like us . bush has made it quite clear he feels the world should think like he dose and claims to feel the united states is the greatest government in the world. The last I checked it was strong nationalism like this that caused World War II. I am not saying bush will cause world war III, but that is only because he is limited in his powers by the constitution in which he loves so dearly.

George bush to simply put it is a megalomaniac and would love nothing more than to see the Iraqi flag change to the old red white and blue with 51 stars.

People ask froe what well now they know to help a man prove how blind the Republican Party really is. Don’t like it to bad that’s how it is so get used to it.

ummm.....Any Questions? 

WOMEN ARE WAY MORE SEXIST THAN MEN.

Today’s post is rated PG-13 for strong adult issues reader discretion advised

It is amassing how women want to be seen as equals to men and yet there are still those jobs and responsibilities that men must take on simply because they are male. For example men must take out the trash, put the seat down after peeing and keep a steady job regardless of how much money the woman in the relationship makes.

I think ill start off simple what the hell is with the whole toilet seat thing. Before we whip it out to pee we have to look make shur the seat is up and then urinate as usual and when we are finished are we allowed to walk away? No we have to return the seat to the down position. The result of not putting the seat down or putting it up. One for not putting the seat up she yells and screams about how men splash and nasty it is to sit in “piss.” When we don’t put the seat back down after using the toilet they yell about how we almost made them fall in the dirty toilet. We have to look before we whip it out I think they should look before they sit and that be it.

What the hell is with putting out the trash they pick out the trash can to go with their kitchen witch is normally the smallest kitchen trash can they can find and when its full what happens as soon as the first male gets home they are directed to the kitchen to empty it, only to empty it in another half hour because its dirty to have a larger trash can and its unlade like to empty it herself, it’s a mans job to empty the trash.

Finally the family situation this one I had no choice but to research this one I asked women who have proven that they feel men and women are equal and argued that men who feel a woman has to stay home and take care of the house and kids are sexist. So I asked well what if the man wants to stay home and take care of the kids if you make enough money and still want to work. Their response extremely contrary to men and women are equal.

Well every last one of them said “No the man has to have a job.” When I asked why, well lets just say they have this feeling that a man must work, and fit into the traditional male stereotype and men who feel women should fit into some form of the “House Wife” stereotype are sexist pigs.

Well en I think its time for a major change to this whole woman are equal to men, men simply give hem exactly what they want until they have had enough. Stop this whole bending to their whim and treat them how they treat you leave the seat up and make them take the trash out if they don’t like it tough we are all equal, get used to it.
(I really want to hear your responce to this one.)

Blizzerd Bitch

I took this on my way to work saturday. yes in the picture it is still snowing.

Fighting Stops Eventualy.....(I Hope)

Life is so hard. Did you ever feel that that the person you want to become is fighting the person everyone expects you to be and the person you are. You never get to be happy with you because on one hand you have the world trying to tell you who you are and on the other you are fighting yourself to change into who you want to be.

It seams whenever you get to the point of making that life changing decision that will define who you are until the next everyone pushes and pushes until you wake up and realize that you have become who you have feared for the longest time, everyone else. Those of us who find this realization will use every single resource to remold our surroundings and ourselves even if it means moving across the world to become what we feel is the perfect person.

This is not a quest for something that ends up with god and we feel relived that we have found Christ. This is totally different I guess you can say its just us simply feeling out of place.

Ummm Lets Leave It To The Stars OK

You ever notice how there are a certain few who cant weight to where vintage clothing. Sometimes they where it regardless of the fact that it is completely out of taste, and when you ask “what possessed you” they respond, as rehearsed, “what this its back in style.” Yah I guess that’s why they are the only one looking a fool.

Yes it is true that sheathings do come back like flair jeans for girls, they were just bell-bottom paints. But signature clothes never come back for long. The sixties look came back for all of two months in on of the summers of the 90s.

There is nothing more amusing than trying to figure out what was really going through a persons mind when they decided to dust of dad’s old parachute pants and parade through school like they are they are hotter than (Hottor) or black Michel Jackson.

I have but one peace of advice for those idiots that think they can try and change whats in “leave it to the stares.”

This Is So Wrong

I would hate to see that litter.