i think i like you

its like whatever...i guess

i can guarantee that this will be one of the best summers of my life.
mostly because you're not around to take it over.
i'm finally close enough to happiness. thank god.

BE THERE!!

erin

4 elephants riding an elephant.

there, i said it.

haha

absolutely no description needed

you've got spiders.

1. Today, i was driving through a wooded area and i remembered when i was a little kid, i used to think of that as driving through Jurassic park. you know how they drive through the dense forest? well as a little kid, i was so into JP that every situation like that i likend to driving through jurassic park.

and 2:

Dear xxxxxxxx,

this is a bit late, but truly needs to be said. Mostly because, i'm sure no one will ever get this chance to say something to you. I wouldn't even call this a chance, but whatever. Here it goes:

You are a liar. wow, it feels good to say that talking about someone other than me. I really thought that there wasn't a worse liar than myself, but i couldn't have been more wrong. I've met my match and lost. amazing.

Of course you don't think you are, i've found through my own personal experiences that addicts are often in denial. You use, better yet drain, the niceties of those who give you the time of day. you use your mother for money, you friend to make you feel not so much like a fuck up and your "boyfriend" for constant emotional support (you like how i put boyfriend in quotes? a real boyfriend would have been done with your ass after the 2nd time you cheated on him). You used me to fill a void will the man who was supposed to be your "one and only" was away training to be in the army. And truth be told, i fell for you, but i've been told you have that effect on guys, so i think i could be excused.

I wish i could tell you this to your face, but, in cowardice, you hide. you quit with out saying goodbye to all the people you work with. you really are only in it for yourself. you live your life in a constant state of mid-life crisis. always trying to convince others that you're the prettiest, that you can drink other under the table, that you've been around the block and back and therefore you are so superior to them. i really had never thought i would meet someone worse than me. you win. i made you smile, you made me smile, but it was all bullshit. seriously, you're a piece of work.

"...people learn from their mistakes, yeah we all get our breaks, but when its 20 breaks a day you don't get them from anybody..."

i would have loved to have been there when boyfriend saw the texts i sent you or you sent me or when best friend found out that we were more than just work friends. how you lied your way out of trouble there, i really want to know. but both of them are so wrapped up in your web of bullshit that you probably could have told them anything and they would have believed you.

and this bullshit you pull, blacking out everyday of every weekend. the first sign of depression. you don't go out to museums or to the park or any shit like that, you spend your weekends in dim, damp basements drinking until you pass out. when you do go out, you pop pills or do drugs. you can't live a sober life. 90% of the time i spent with you, you were fucked up. (i really want to tell boyfriend how you wanted me to fuck you so bad that night i picked you up wearing somebody's sweatshirt. you don't even remember, and of course i didn't tell you that you were begging for it and i kept on telling you that i didn't want to take advantage of you). one would think that getting a dui when you were under 18 would scare you into not being so fucking retarded, but i guess you need to be in jail or lose your license for the point to get through your thick princess skull.

oh, i want my sweatpants back. thanks for stealing them. and wasting my fucking time.

enjoy the south, that country music obsession will work well down there.

everyone told me stay away. but i'm dumb. whatever, i feel bad for boyfriend baldy, because i was like guy number 5 that you cheated on him with. i also side with that guy who was supposed to take you to prom who you weaved into your web too. fuck you. you were never worth it.

onto better things.

best wishes,
ran

i swear to fuck

if i have to hear another thing about millionares or brokencyde, i am going to every cd store in the us and destroying their albums. then i am going to hack into their myspace and delete all their songs and then take over itunes and ban their music.
you know what? i'll just become emperor of the world and by law anyone who makes that kind of music will be put to death and all those who enjoy that type of music will be forced to work in coal mines. the end.

make quality music plz

one down, one to go

one side is gauged. the right ear healed a bit faster when i took them out the first time, so it will take longer to regauge

the last letter we ever wrote.

DEAR READER

WARNING! this may be a bit long..or it may not. just a warning.

I'd like to start off by saying that this blog is something of a voluntary thing. Voluntary in the sense that i do not, nor have i ever, forced anyone to read these shitty words. Fuck, i don't even have my real name on here. To read this is obviously and blatantly on you, the reader, this is your own personal choice. While I do love the fact that someone somewhere is reading my writing, i don't not like being scrutinized for the writings i write(overuse of the word write?). I know i have said some stupid, offensive (and at points, ill-thought out) shit on here, but i am not, nor will i ever, apologize for the things I've said. "Why?" you, the reader, may ask. Well, reader, because they are my personal opinions as well as my own personal feelings. It has always been a near-fucking-fact that i wear my heart on my sleeve and if i feel like talking about something, i am going to talk about it. no doubt, one way or another, someone will hear about it. I guess that is what makes me so interested in writing. but yeah, so i guess you could call this blog....free press?

I'd like to continue with this: We, meaning myself and you, the reader, can co-exist. I can understand where you are coming from when you may say that you, the reader, are not happy with what i write (this is if you, the reader, were ever to talk to me) but at the same time, like i said in my first point, it is your choice to seek out my blog and, subsequently, read it. Reader, you need to understand this. Let me present this scenario to you: You, the reader, do not like spiders (I'm with you on that one, reader, i hate them more than math). Someone decides to bring their pet spider to your house. Do you, the reader, look at that spider? NO! Obviously not! Reader, you despise spiders, they scare the living shit out of you. Well think of this blog as a spider, and stay the fuck away from it if it displeases you so much (as i am sure, it sometimes will).

I am expecting you, the reader, to take this blog the wrong way, as you may have in the past,( i am now speaking solely to those who have read my past posts). Reader, please understand, I am certainly not threatening you, nor am i calling anyone out by name. I am simply stating the fact that I will never force anyone to read this blog. I don't have the capability to create a virus that infects all of America's computer to where when you click a link, it redirects you to my blog. My pen name is Ran Tatter. that's all you, the reader, needs to know about my name. If you want to continue reading this blog, well then please do so! I don't want to turn anyone away from reading anything as reading is on the decline in general (unless you count the recent popularity of fmylife.com, which requires you, any reader, to read only 2-3 sentences at a time.), but please, i beg of you, the reader, don't use this site to incriminate me. This is free press, i don't pay for this, you don't pay for this, these are my honest to goodness opinions. This is how i feel. I would never threaten violence against anyone ever.

To conclude, I want to make a point to tell you, the reader, that this is not an explanation, or an excuse, but rather a clarification. Now, Reader, you have an idea, or you may have a idea, or even a glimpse, of where the hell i am coming from. so the next time you, the reader, are at a party having a conversation with a pretty lady or a handsome dude, and they ask you "What's this asshole Ran Tatter's deal?", you, the reader, may be able to answer them... you, the reader, may be able to impress them with your infinite knowledge.

yours in writing and honesty,
Ran Tatter

hahaha

EDITED: READ ABOVE BLOG
fuck you mary ann. you're a piece of shit anorexic bitch. I loved your daughter the best that i could. i fail at everything...



also. driving test weds. nervous and excited at the same time. this is going to be a good and prosperous summer.

sunday brah

sundays are usually my favorite days. they're usually pretty laid back and lazy. i mean even andy samberg likes sundays:



but yeah, i play baseball every sunday, which is also great. i'm in a good mood today dude.


also, i'm trying to regauge my ears. seriously, it kinda hurts.:

nervous

i'm losing hair all the time haha. but seriously, i've been getting worried about somethings lately. Mostly going for my driving test for my CDL on weds. it sucks, i really need the raise i would get once i get the CDL, but, i'm not sure i'm ready for it. i have to get a physical for it, which i am also nervous about, because the last time i got one, they said i had high liver enzymes, which is mostly common in people who drink on an overtly regular basis (which i, of course, do not). and i moved into this new room, but im nervous i may not be able to afford it( which is truly unwarrented because i did the math, and i would be able to afford it.) all i need is a week away from everything. a nice vacation.

new room.

I'm mostly moved into my new room. i still need the clean the old room though. i really like this room.

nobody leaves without singing the blues

"....It doesn't matter if you play with fire either way you get burned..."


I AM KING OF THE WORLD.

moving sucks.

not having friends willing to help sucks.

its summer and i can not stop listening to punk rock. NOFX is number 1 on my ipod right now, followed by a wilhelm scream, followed this is hell, followed by gorilla biscuits, followed by minor threat, followed by bad religion, followed by a bunch of other shit.

I NEED HELP MOVING! IF YOU ARE READING THIS AND FEEL LIKE BEING A REALLLLLLY GOOD FRIEND, CALL ME UP!

ALSO!

STOKED ON THIS :

and this:

vs.