Complementary therapies I take in addition to my
medication:
GNC Triple
Strength Fish Oil
$19.99
Serving Size: 1 Softgel Servings Per Container: 60
Calories: 15 Total Fat: 1.5g
EPA: 647mg DHA: 253mg
GNC Mega Men Sport Multi-Vitamins
(Bonus Size)
$34.99
Other Cool Stuff:
Tablet/Pill Splitter
$5.99
GoFit Yoga Mat
$24.99
Homedics LCD Digital Scale $39.99
Attention:
This
website is probably more suitable for people whom are 18
years of age or older. I use vulgarity from time to time,
and I sometimes talk about things that are generally
inappropriate. Sorry you 1st graders. Beat it.
Tuesday
November 29, 2005 12:49 PM
If you are schizophrenic, I suggest a good movie for you to watch. It's
called "A History of Violence." I saw it in theatres a month ago or
so. It has a few characters in the movie that seem psychotic.
Also, there is a great scene where the husband and wife make love to each
other like passionate psychos. That is the best I can describe the
scene. When I saw that scene I wanted to go home and masturbate so bad
or just masturbate in the theatre (like Pee-Wee Herman did), which I know
sounds sick. The thing that
stopped me was that I wanted to see the rest of the movie because it was so
good. If you are truly psychotic, you may connect to that
love scene.
Tuesday
November 29, 2005 1:52 AM
I don't have insomnia right now, I just don't feel like sleeping so
I am going to tell you a strange and gross story. It all started when I
was at Michigan State and I was browsing Ebay. I think I searched
"rare", "bizarre", or something like that, and I saw Ebay had penis pumps up
for bid. I did a little research on penis pumps and I liked the idea
of my 5 inch penis being an inch or two bigger so I bought one with the 'buy
it now' option. It was a BRAND NEW (much emphasis on it not being a
frickin' used penis pump) one that cost somewhere between
$50-$70 (I don't fully remember the price). I don't know if wanting a
bigger penis makes me a pervert, but $50 for another inch seemed more than
reasonable. I mean, I'd pay $50 to lose an inch or two on my waist. Anyway, when the pump came in the mail, I immediately tried it. I put
it on my crotch region then started squeezing the handle repeatedly. I
did it for about 20 minutes (until my forearm hurt and my penis was
choking), then I took it off. My penis was bigger for a couple minutes
then it went back to its normal size. I was pretty disappointed with
the results. Anyway, when I left
college to come back home, I took the pump with me and tried it a couple
more times (with no success) until I finally realized that I had wasted my
money on something stupid. Before I finally threw it away though,
there was a strange incident that involved the penis pump and my family
members. I hid the pump in one of the back of my drawers behind other
clutter in my bedroom. Then one day when I came home and walked in my
room, my mother and my nephew (who was 3 years old at the time) were going
through drawers, the closet, my desk and everything else in my bedroom. Then sure enough, my nephew finds the penis pump, grabs onto it, then holds
it up in the air above his head. I thought "Oh man, this isn't gonna be
pretty." Then while my nephew is holding it, my mom looks over at
me and says, "What are you doing with a bong in your room?" Haha. Whew. I
said, "I'm sorry. I'll get rid of it." Later that day, I threw
the penis pump away. And that my friends is the story of the penis pump. This story
was never mentioned to anyone until today.
Monday
November 28, 2005 11:37 PM
Remember when you were a little kid and you thought how about how cool it
would be if you had X-ray vision? All the dudes thought they would be
able to see through chicks' clothing. If you actually think about it
though, if someone had X-ray vision then they wouldn't be able to see anything.
Here's why...it's not like
you would only be able to see through layers of clothing in order to stare
at girls' breasts. You would just see through everything. Therefore, all blind people have X-ray vision.
Then there was also that question of which you would rather be able to do,
fly or be invisible. It seemed like everyone always said they would
rather be able to fly. I don't know why. I think people said
that in attempt to look unique. What would you do if
you could fly? "Oh hey, it's a
bird, it's a plane, oh nevermind, Zach is flying again. Big deal." Unless the ability to talk to the birds came with flying, then I would
choose to have the ability of turning invisible instead. Keep in mind
though, the ability to turn invisible doesn't mean your clothes become
invisible too. If you want the full effect of invisibility, it
means you can't wear any clothes, but I have no problem with that...
.
Friday
November 25, 2005
9:30 PM
Since the holiday Thanksgiving is officially over, it means the holiday
Christmas is right around the corner. I personally don't like any
holidays that much. I don't like the spending time with family part. Maybe I don't know the true meaning of Christmas. However, I will say
that I like the idea of receiving presents for no reason.
If someone wants to send me a Christmas present then just send me an email
with a picture of yourself attached to it. I like seeing what people I
talk to online look like. It's always a little surprise. And if
you send me a nude pic of yourself, well that will be an even bigger
surprise. Anyway, as you can see I added picture of a piece of
excrement wearing a Christmas hat to every page on this website. It is
actually a character named Mr. Hanky the Christmas Poo from the television
show South Park. In one episode, Mr. Hanky played a dancing & singing
piece of shit that only Kyle could see. By the end of the episode Kyle
thought he was hallucinating and was committed to a mental hospital.
It turned out Mr. Hanky actually existed and could dance and sing and cha
cha cha and Kyle wasn't crazy
after all. That episode might be my all-time favorite Christmas special,
narrowly beating out Rudolph The Rednosed Reindeer. You remember
Rudolph don't you? That claymation special that's on TV every year. I
liked the island of misfit toys with all the talking toys that no kids
wanted. The toys were so stupid and funny. I can't remember any
exact characters off the top but they said things like, "I'm a scooter, only I
don't scoot, I zig-zag. No one wants a scooter that zigs and zags." If there was an island of misfit people the government would
probably chuck all the people with mental disorders on it and wish them bad luck.
Friday
November 25, 2005 6:40 PM
I woke up today sometime between noon and 1:30pm. I went to McDonald's
and this is what I said to the drive-thru person..."Can I get 4
double-cheeseburgers with no pickles and umm...a small Oreo cookie Mcflurry?" After that I took all the food home and ate all of it. Trump that you Zyprexa users! (trump being a euchre term).
Has anyone else seen that commercial with the little girl singing the ABC's,
only she is saying names of drugs instead of letters?
"Spe-cial-K-and-L-S-D" <----that commercial.
I think it would be funny if she shot up some heroin right after finishing
the song. Then she should collapse on the ground and a voice should
say something like "A 5 year old...so much potential...until she discovered
smack."
Thursday
November 24, 2005 10:34 PM
Today is Thanksgiving which means that it is the forth Thursday in the month
of November. This means the Detroit Lions play a football game, which means it is a
national holiday in the state of Michigan. To be honest though, I
don't really care about the Lions anymore because they are so bad every
year. I used to route for the Lions, then I started routing against
the Lions, and now I just route for a different team. I shouldn't
complain about the Lions though considering we still have the Pistons and
Redwings here in MI. Getting off sports for a moment, it snowed here
yesterday. I hate snow. I hate it with passion. If I grow
up and become moderately successful financially, I intend to move to Florida
or SoCal. I love hot weather. Weather that is so hot that you
get blisters on your face and you choke on the heat. I don't like
hearing people from the southern United States say they wished they lived in
Michigan because they like snow from time to time. They always say they like snow and that Michiganders are
lucky to have it. rust me, by the second time you can't get your car
out of the driveway you will regret saying you lived here. Okay, I'm outta here to go overdose on tryptophan.
Wednesday
November 23, 2005 4:16 PM
I remember before I was on meds and before I was doing okay, I used to interpret everything
so differently. When I would talk to people I would interpret
everything they say simply by their tone of voice. Their words were
irrelevant practically. But today, all I pick up on is the content of what people say, so
their tone of voice is irrelevant. It makes it hard for me to pick up
on sarcasm, but this way it is definitely an easier way to live. It
leads me to believe that content is more important than emotional reasoning. Don't get me wrong, speaking and hearing everything in monotone is less fun,
however I am happier. I think someday I will eventually be able to find a
combination of interpreting things people say by including both their words
and tone. The reason I believe that is because if I can do both at
times, then I think I will eventually be able to do both.
Tuesday
November 22, 2005 8:50 AM
I have about three hours to kill before I take off for East Lansing. I
slicked my hair back earlier this morning. I have wanted to try
slicking my hair back for a while now just like a Reservoir Dog, so I
figured I might as well do it on the day I go to court.
This
is what I look like. I am probably going to Wal-Mart after this post to
buy the movies Silence of the Lambs and Boys Don't Cry. I saw Boys
Don't Cry for the first time yesterday. Chloe Sevigny's character
reminded me so much of my friend Emu that it makes me want to buy the
movie. I swear, I am very similar to the cable guy. I don't claim
to have seen every movie in existence, but I go to the video store at least
5 times a week and I watch television for at least 6-8 hours a day, sadly. I
need a life. My friend Laurie whom I often talk about on this website said she lived
without a television for a while (don't remember how long she though). That is
probably why she is so down to earth. I remember being in the mental
hospital and all there was to do was watch TV, ironically. Well, there are
basically three things to do in mental hospitals: watch TV, sleep, and
attend ridiculous group sessions. The group sessions are the dumbest &
most insulting things ever. They basically consist of playing musical
chairs with about nine depressed 40 year olds for a half hour. Then it
ends and a different group session begins two hours later. I remember
going to one session and we all sat in a circle and the group leader said
"Okay. Let's go around the room and say something that we like!" The first guy said "Morgan Freeman movies." I wanted to laugh, but I
didn't. I wasn't going to laugh at his answer but the question. I was the second person to say what I like,
but I don't remember what I said. Most of my mental hospital stays are a blur to me
for some reason. Maybe because
they were so dull. I only remember the things that I found funny or
awkward. An awkward thing is like when they made me take off all of my
clothes except my boxers and stand in the middle of the room with my
arms straight out while some guy and some woman looked at my body. When that happened
I asked the guy "Is this normal?" He told me it was a standard
procedure. Then he explained to me that they only do this to
patients who are committed because they cut themself. Oh yea, I was a
cutter one night. I didn't cut my wrist though. I made a small
incision in a random part of my leg. I still don't know why I did it. It hurt
like hell. After that experience it made me wonder how people can
manage to slit their wrist to the point where it makes them bleed to death, because
it hurts so f*cking much. Someone who does it is crazy in my opinion. I don't know if physical pain is as bad as mental pain
or vice versa, but I know the
initial cutting of part of your body hurts pretty bad. Okay, I am
going to Wal-Mart now. I will talk more about my mental hospital
experiences tomorrow if I think it will humor you.
Monday
November 21, 2005 6:18 PM
I still haven't slept but I am about to after this post. I go to court
tomorrow for my DUI and possession of marijuana charges. I managed to
get the DUI the morning after a night of drinking. I made a U-turn at
a light and you can't do that in East Lansing, Michigan, or something like
that, I learned. And
as for the marijuana, I never even smoke it and the one time I actually bought it they
searched my car and found it. I am worthless. I will overcome
all of this and learn from my mistakes.
Monday
November 21, 2005 2:42 AM
This is the first time I've had insomnia while on Seroquel. I don't like
it one bit. Not at all. I hope it's not a sign of bad things to come.
If Seroquel stops working for me I am blaming it on the fact that I made up
a fake conversation where my Seroquel talks to Zoloft yesterday.
Are there any Matt Damon/Ben Affleck protégés out there? In other words,
young actors who can't catch a break and need to write their own movie
script? Well I have a fine idea for a movie my friend. Picture
this - a movie about two twins, one with schizophrenia and the other without
schizophrenia. There ya go. I like it. Merry Christmas. Everyone
knows that every single thing about mental health is on the rise. A movie with
that plot has so much potential. I laid it out for you to play it out
so get to work. Anyone other than Tom Cruise should be the main
characters. What should the title of
the movie be? Something Hollywood and cheesy like "Two Angels", "Zach and Zach's Brother"
or "Jack and Zach?" I
certainly like that title because then me and Jack Nicholson can play the
roles of the identical twins. I would get a chance to try my Jack
Nicholson accent. "God damn boy. You're about as big as a
mountain. I bet you used to play a little football." - me.
I added that little humorous thing to the right menu that talks about my
weight in pounds through my Seroquel experience. Earlier today I drove
to Little Caesar's and bought a Hot-and-ready pizza. I was so hungry
that I ate 3 slices before I even got home. Then once I was home, I
ate the rest of the pizza. Me Vs. large pizza...and the winner is me...in a knock out. Maybe next time I will challenge two pizzas because
one doesn't seem to be much competition anymore. Haha. If I successfully ate
two large pizzas then for the rest of my life I would probably be known as the guy who somehow ate
two large pizzas. I'd eventually be a fat
grandpa telling eight grand kids at once how I kicked two pizzas asses. The kids would ask me if I was in some sort of pizza eating contest and I
would just tell them "No. I was just hungry." Wow, I just realized it's getting pretty
late. I have class in 6 hours unfortunately. Maybe I will just
stay up until then, then come home and just fall into a hibernation. Hey look, Gili is on. People always talk about this being the worst
movie ever. Maybe it will put me to sleep.
If I don't stop and pay attention to what I'm eating I may turn into a chub
soon. I know that it's the Seroquel that is causing me to be so hungry
& continuously tack on pounds (which I don't like), but I still love this
drug. Being sane is worth being fat. Lately I've been getting so
much pleasure out of eating food that it is just absurd. It's almost
like orgasm Vs. eating food...I'll take the food. That makes me
ashamed of myself. Most of the foods that are becoming my best friend
as well as worst enemy are pizza, buttered popcorn, and cereal. It's
almost like me Vs. a box of Honey Bunches of Oats...the winner is me,
because the Honey Bunches of Oats get devoured by me. Fortunately for me and other men, some women like guys with a
little chub under their belt. I don't mean grotesquely obese, I mean belly type of fat. I've heard some women actually try to fatten
their man up so other women won't be attracted to him. Women, on the
other hand, don't
usually have this luxury probably. Women can gain some weight, but once they
look like a contestant on the TV show the Biggest Loser, that's when it
becomes hard to be attracted to them. God, that sounded so bad. I'm so
sorry. I think our
nation should put much less emphasis on people's appearances. Off the
top of my head, I would say personality is worth about 85% and appearance is
worth about 15%. I'm an idiot though. But if you are real insecure about yourself then
don't take my stupid rating system too seriously. I'm sure you are
more attractive than you think. For example, Elephant Man gets a 0%
for appearance. You are more attractive than Elephant Man whether you
want to believe it or not.
I've been quite the blogger lately. I'm not sure why. Anyway, just
earlier today someone responded to one of my posts at the schizophrenia.com
messageboard saying this:
"Zachary.... are you
in a State Farm Insurance commercial...?
cuz i've seen your picture on your website and you look just like the
teenager in the commercial....
its one about the teenager making good grades so his parents get a lower
rate while paying his car insurance...."
I've never seen this commercial and probably never will, which is a
shame, but it does support the idea that I have an identical twin
somewhere out there who probably doesn't have schizophrenia and is acting
in State Farm Insurance commercials. This kind of
reminds me of the time I went to Mongolian BBQ with me Ma. Right when we walked into the restaurant all the employees started looking
at me out of the corners of their eyes, then the cooks all stopped doing
their spatula dances and started pointing at me, which was scary. Later, when I handed
my bowl of food to one of the cooks, he and a couple of his friends were
laughing at me then he said, "I'm sorry man. One of our friends who
works here looks exactly like you!" I responded with, "Really?...can I
see him?" He replied, "Nah, he's not workin' tonight. You'll get a free desert with your meal though." That seemed pretty
strange. I took the free desert though. Now, this supports the theory
that I have not one, but two identical twins who probably don't have schizophrenia -
one of whom is acting in State Farm Insurance commercials, and the other living
somewhere in my home town working at Mongolian BBQ.
I am not good at art. I am not complaining, just saying that I do not
know how to draw things well. A good artist in my opinion can draw a perfect circle.
It shows they have no anxiety (I swear, maybe), good self-control, and might eat spaghettio's. One thing that I don't understand about art, is how that Andy Worhol guy is
considered a great artist? He did nothing and especially nothing original.
Even I can realize that. For example,
one of his most famous pictures or "masterpieces" is just a picture of
Mickey Mouse. Didn't Walt Disney beat him to the punch on that one? People say Worhol's pieces
such as the Mickey Mouse picture brought art to the
entertainment industry, or something like that. I think Walt Disney
beat him to the punch on that one too. Here is my attempt at art. It might make you chuckle.
Here's another good anti-Tom Cruise website for you:
http://www.scientomogy.info/.
It has a lot of funny Tom Cruise videos you can watch including the Matt
Lauer one where Cruise laughs in Lauer's face at one point. Geez. How can he be
so arrogant? I know a lot of people feel the same as Cruise about
psychiatric meds, but why would he insist that what he says is right? Celebrities possess so much power in this sick world that he is just playing
with fire. He inspired me to add a few quotes to the random quote
generator below the logo. Here they are if you never get another
chance to read them.
"Help me help you...Help me, help you!" - Tom Cruise (trying to trade sex
for Ritalin)"
"Show me the money!" - Tom Cruise (When he is unemployed, living on the
streets, and drunk on Ritalin)
"You know what I think, Ray? I think this autism is a bunch of shit!" - Tom
Cruise (yelling at a person with autism)
"I'm gonna go take a celebration piss." - Tom Cruise (pissing on Rain Man's
feelings)
"There is no minority report." - Tom Cruise (telling his psychiatrist about
his delusions)
I can't remember if I've talked about this next topic before, so I am going to
do it again, maybe er something. A girl in psychology class today really expressed her
opinion on how she was against abortions. She said the ole reason, "The child
has the right to live, you are killing the child, you are killing his
rights, etc." I actually don't think the child knows what the hell
is going on or feels any pain during the abortion process. However, I
definitely could be wrong. But that is why
I support abortions if the child doesn't know what the hell is going on and
feels no pain. Also, the way I see it, I kill millions of innocent
children every day and no one feels that's unacceptable, if ya catch my
drift...(I masturbate). Honestly, I know that probably makes me seem
disgusting, but think about it for a moment. But no one really knows how the dying fetus
feels so how about we all stop acting like we know for certain whether
abortions are right or wrong. Another thing that bothers me is that if
a woman didn't want the child to begin with, then why did she get pregnant? Did she suddenly change her mind? I am under the impression women have
pretty good knowledge and therefore pretty good control of whether or not
they are going to get pregnant. However, I am a virgin who would probably
flunk sex-ed. Blah. "But he wore a condom!" You know
there is a risk even if the guy wears a condom. "I never knew that!
Oh my god!" Well, now ya do. Next time make him double bag it.
Speaking of women giving birth, I heard that the pain of passing a kidney
stone for a man is equivalent to the pain a woman experiences giving birth. Yikes. Don't men usually pass a few kidney stones at once?
Beh. Probably not. I
can't fathom squeezing triplets out of my urethra. "For the love of
god! Ice chips, tranquilizers, more antipsychotics, anything!"
Oh yea, one more thing...speaking of masturbation and psychology class, we
also learned that 99% of people masturbate. Before I could raise my
hand and say, "Seriously? That high of a number? Even chicks too?" the teacher said "That includes women." Are you serious? Every woman in the world denies masturbating.
I swear!
Maybe what the teacher meant to say was "99% of people have at least tried
masturbating." Either way, I don't really care. Every guy
masturbates, that's not news. So why do I care if a girl masturbates. I don't. Have
at your vibrator if that's what gets you off you horny chickadees :)
Today is Monday which means Monday Night Football is on at 9. I could
care less about the game, but I am tempted to watch it just to hear John
Madden call the game. Of every sports commentator I've ever heard,
Madden is by far my favorite. I am not that big of a Dick Vitale fan
for whatever reason. Here are two examples of real quotes said by both
John Madden and Dick Vitale.
"Kabeer-Gbaja-Biamila...now hears a guy who spells the Gbaja
part of his name with a G, but it actually sounds like a B. That's why
the guys on the team call him KGB...that's pretty much the story on Kabeer-Gbaja-what's-his-name." - John Madden
Oh my god that is funny. And here was one of Dick Vitale's comments.
"You gotta have respect for the fans here at Rupp Arena.
How they love their basketball and do such a super, sensational job with
their horse farms." - Dick Vitale
I think I might have to go to the Mexican restaurant Qdoba later today. Is this restaurant just a Michigan thing? I'm not sure. If you
ever get a chance to go to a Qdoba in your lifetime then go to it my friend. It makes Taco Bell seem like the pile of sh*t that it is. And I do
like Taco Bell, I just think it is the dirtiest of all the fast food places
(places like Hardees don't count because no one goes there). If Qdoba
can somehow expand to fast food, it will take over Taco Bell. You
heard it here first. I get the chicken nachos at Qdoba. It's
just a pile of chips soaked in cheese, beans, chicken, and any other slop
they have. Good ole Mexican slop food.
I really like my new haircut. I have to like it when I still can because
the feeling of good haircut (or a bad haircut too actually) goes away in about three days
in my opinion. It's not that new hair grows in, it's
just that everyone gets used to the haircut within about three days. Whenever I see
someone with a new haircut I don't say that stupid line "oh...did you get a
haircut?" What I say is "I like your haircut." or "I don't like your
haircut." That is just a guy being a jerk though, but also perhaps
a guy being
honest.
I took down some of the things I wrote yesterday. They just seemed too
psychotic when I read them today and thought that they can't provide
anything good to the people who read them. Anyway, the Detroit Lions
play today, but I don't know if I am going to watch the game or go to the
movie theatre and watch the Wallace and Gromit movie. That probably
shows how little I care about the Detroit Lions and how I might be the
biggest loser of all time. Haha. Blah. I shouldn't complain
about Michigan sports teams considering we do have the Red Wings and Pistons
though. Well, I guess I don't care about the Red Wings unless we are
playing the Avalanche or winning the Stanley Cup. The Pistons on the
other hand are just great to watch because basketball is probably my
favorite sport.
Wow. What a pizza I just made. What a pie. I could not have
put more cheese on that b*tch. I almost didn't want to eat because it
was so beautiful. I felt like I was cutting into a pumpkin pie. The cuts were perfect. The key to making a good pizza is to put in
extra yeast. It makes it doughier.
Have any of you wondered what you are going to name your kids should you
choose to have kids and give them names I've had a few names in mind
for a while now. Here they are if you are interested:
It's always possible I could change these names because I likely won't be
having offspring for a while. I still don't even know if I will ever
have kids or even get married for that matter. I've thought that if I
do have kids, I will likely have a maximum of two of them. I'm not
sure why that is.
The reason I thought of this was because earlier today in psychology class
we learned that statistics show that when a couple has a child, both the
mother and the father normally want a boy. If the child is a boy, then
they want their next child to be a girl (to balance it out sort of). If the first child is a girl, then they try again to get a boy, and if the
next child is a girl too, then they keep trying for the boy. Don't
know if that's true, but I found
it interesting.
Do you want to hear me sing and play the guitar? Sure ya do.
Here is a link
to a song I wrote for my friend Laurie. Actually, I got it from the
movie Billy Madison and I made it my own version.
I tasted my own semen once. Ha! I was curious I guess. I put a drop of
it on my finger then touched it to my tongue. It tasted salty. I
didn't like it. Moving on...
Yesterday I went to pick up my prescription at the drive-thru pharmacy and
just as I was about to drive away, the guy working there who had long hair
and a goatee said through the intercom "Is that Modest Mouse?" I
couldn't tell what he said so asked "What?" Again he said,
"Is that Modest Mouse?" and
again I didn't hear him. Then finally he said "The CD...the pink one." He was referring to my Modest Mouse CD that was in my CD holder on the
passenger seat. I said something like "Oh...yea...It is." Our
dialogue exchange ended there but I was really hoping the brief conversation
would turn into something humorous like this...
Him: Is that Modest Mouse? Me: ...What? Him: Is that Modest Mouse? Me: ....Um, what?.... Him: The CD...the pink one. Me: Oh...yea...It is. Him: I love track 5. I know all the lyrics to that song. Me: Cool...see ya. Him: Wait..................track 6 isn't at good as 5. Me: Yea, it's a good CD though.
Later. Him: Great CD. It reall is greatness. I'm grateful for it. Me: Listen...you now know my name, the medication I take,
and the fact that I listen to Modest Mouse, but I honestly don't think we
are ever going to hang out. Him: Alright man, peace out. Remember to take your meds
daily.
Why do meds stop working for people sometimes? I think it might be because our
minds are dynamic, meaning they are always changing. I think that meds
continue to work the same way, but since we are changing it appears as if
the meds have changed. Maybe.
I have always had trouble realizing that people are different. I need to
realize that people have talents that they are proud of, and not just dumb
quirks. My impression = I'm different, then there is everyone else and
they are all the same. Maybe a narcissist or something. Sometimes I feel my mental illness is just some strange defense mechanism.
I was thinking yesterday, why didn't I dress up as a Reservoir Dog for
Halloween? I mean, I've got the apparel and slick-backable hair for
it. If you have never seen Reservoir Dogs then go rent it, watch it, then you
can read on. Otherwise you are just spoiling it and you probably spoil
everything else in your life including your pants (regularly).
By the way, did anyone get any obnoxious trick-or-treaters this year? Like the infamous high school student who probably smokes pot and has low sperm count. Yea, I didn't see one of them either, but I do remember hearing one kid
screaming "give me candy!" Shut up loser.
Oh, and by the way, the Detroit Pistons' season kicked
off last night and we kicked off some ass. Booyah Grandma to the new
season! Rasheed Wallace is a bad ass because he probably rocks the
ganja before the games.
Finally, I wrote 2 new poems which can be found in the "people" section. They are pretty stupid, but if you are stoned like Rasheed Wallace, then
maybe they are funny. Maybe they are funny to you anyway.
(You are becoming addicted to this website) THE END.
There's no reason to be paranoid.
There's no reason to sell your car for drugs.
There's no reason to jerk off to a pinball machine.
Some people can't help it...
About one out of one-hundred people develop schizophrenia.
ZacharyOdette.com
Name:Zachary Adam Odette Birthdate:06-06-1985 Location:Swartz Creek, Michigan USA Diagnosis: schizoaffective Medications Taken Daily: 40mg of
Abilify at night, 300mg of Wellbutrin in the morning, 600mg of Trileptal at
night, 50mg of Revia at night Complementary Therapies: talk-therapy
once every two weeks, 4g of omega-3 EPA fish oils taken daily, 1000 I.U. vitamin E taken daily,
1000mg of VItamin C taken daily, Mega Men Sport multi-vitamins taken daily,
Magma Plus Green Foods supplement taken daily, animal-assisted therapy (dogs), go running and
exercise daily,
taking two classes at local college, no street drugs taken since year 2005, and
I'm tryin' to give up cheap booze...
