update

well, i haven't updated this mierda since i lived with my uncle [lack of reliable internet access] so ja here goes. i'm not living with my uncle anymore. i live with my dad and his ... umm ... girlfriend-fianceé-commonlawwife? and my brother [not by blood but he's still my brother] and the amazing midgetman. my truck is broke down[again]. the motherfuckin engine blew after i spent a shitload of time fixin it. i'm currently in the process of rebuilding the engine[not really, but i've got most of the parts i'm gonna need]. and i [bought] a car from my cousin and it broke down on me and i got fired from the shitty job i had cuz i couldn't make it to work. and he's pissed at me b/c i started payin on it and then i couldn't b/c i lost my job. so i took the car back. and i'm gettin married to the most amazing woman on the face of the earth. i love her with all my heart. she's my reason for getting up in the morning[afternoon]. i'd do anything for her. .and i've finally got internet access. it may be fast but this computer is too slow to notice. and it crashes at least 3 times a day. oh yeah and my ulcer's opened back up. that's LOADS of fun, lemme tell ya. there's nothing more fun than puking all over cambridge coffee's sidewalk. hahahaha

one white sock, one black sock

well, i've had some time to calm down since my last post, with some ºoutsideº help, of course (hehe). i was thinkin, it's been a while since i posted anything on here when i wasn't ranting about something, so i thought i'd kinda update wot's goin on with my life. so... i finally moved in with my uncle gary. it's okay i guess. definetly better than livin with my dad. my stepbrother david always kept me pissed off. got me a computer, even tho it's a complete and total piece of shit. it's slow as hell, it's got windows 95(the most unstable piece of mierda microsoft ever shat out), and it squeals every time i turn it on, so i dubbed it Squealer. but, it was free, and it gets me online, so i can't complain too much. i still smoke, both kinds lol. (umm... that means regular cigarettes and clove cigarettes, mr. policeman) i still drink on occasion. i still fuckin love metal and will until the day i die. i got me a girl, who i love, so sorry girls lmao. i still work for the couple of old folks at shoal creek, the country club. not as much as i did, but enough to help out with my bills. i got me a position at a chat site called prodigits (prodigits.co.uk) as a quizmaster. my quiz is at 5am central time(10am uk) , so u gotta be an insomniac like me to ctch my quiz lol. my nick there is bloodflo, so join and add me. i'm also at a couple other chat sites, DMPwap (www.dmpwap.net or wap.dmpwap.net from ya cell) and FoggyMagic (foggy-magic.org) my nick on dmp is MaggotTilDeath and just Maggot on F-M. oh yeah, if anyone can find me some Djarum cigarettes, i will love you forever. that's some good shit. well now i'm rambling. i'll shut up for now.
MCKLUCKER

p.s. the thing about the socks, i'm wearing one white sock and one black sock and i can't figure out why lol.

DON'T FUCKING JUDGE ME

alright i got some shit to fuckin say. my grandmother was dickin around on the web and happened upon my myspace and then came and bitched about the shit to me at work. she fuckin called me a drug addict(which i ain't), a goth(which i ain't either) and a devil worshipper(no sorry). that's not what really pissed me off. she started talkin about my girlfriend and that REALLY fuckin pissed me off. i fuckin cussed her out for about fifteen minutes or so. i can't fuckin stand somebody ppl who judge without knowin shit about them. example: my mom is a bitch. sorry but she is. if you know her and u call her a bitch, i'll prob agree with you. but, if you DON'T, that's your ass.


and mamaw, if you're readin this, i don't really give a flying fuck what you think about me, just keep it to ya self.

I LOVE BACARDI 151

i got drunker than shit last night. drank miller lite and bacardi 151 until i couldnt walk then i had to carry eric home from the party at 5am. and to whoever that was that passed us doin 90, fuck you man.

back in da house

ain't blogged anything in a while so i thought i'd update this shit. i moved back in my dad's house. my unk wouldn't let me stay cuz he sed he needed the privacy. people are now just marginally pissed at me as opposed to threatenin to kill me. my step-brother got out of jail, my half bro got locked up, and a whole bunch of other shit. i''m tired of typin already. ya wanna know sumthin, ask me. Y! im : mcklucker | email : mcklucker@gmail.com | nextel : 157*688*4165 | cell 205-757-2352

got kicked outta the house

yep, i got kicked tha fuck out tha house. i was tired of all the bullshit anyway. i'm stayin at my uncle gary's house right now. i can't stay at my grandmother's house b/c i can't smoke over there(even tho i'm tryin to quit), not to mention my grandfather's bullshit. i stayed over there the other night and was wearin a nicoderm, and lemme tell ya, i was ready to go in there and slit his motherfuckin throat. and i can't stay at my greatgrandmother's house b/c her house is full as hell. hopefully gary will lemme move in with him for a little bit. i really need some beer right about now.