NEVER WAS A MAN SO HAPPY STANDING ON THE EDGE

Dear Xanga blog,
catchy emo-esque title eh? Though it lacks any reference to bleeding or a day of the week. I'll get to that later. Anyways, essays are one enormous goat ass pain at the moment, which is what I get for being an English major in a law/arts degree, essays coming out of my freaking ass. I'll finish that sufjan stevens post after june 4th, by which time I will have failed or completed all my essays. Anyhoo, this is to inform my loyal readers that Fred Durst, erstwhile limp bizkit lead singer and figure of ridicule has a xanga blog. It feels good to be in such illustrious company. For those who care, check out American Aliens. Poor old Fred is trying to boost his credibility by wearing Sonic Youth t-shirts and listening to My Bloody Valentine....not gonna happen. All the 'steakheads' as buddyhead so eloquently put it won't take to it too well, and all indie types are about one million shades of snobby to accept the red hatted goon as one of their own.

Who knows, for all his silly posturing Fred might actually be into all that, as much as it comes across as a desparate attempt to look somewhat serious. Still, the man who is responsible for Puddle of Mudd (apparently the lead singer is going to play Kurt Cobain in a Nirvana biopic, blergh!) has gone too far to ever achieve some kind of redemption. My advice Fred, for what it's worth, is take the money and run, or change your name. Anything you release post Limp Bizkit is just too loaded with connotations to be worth anything to anyone, even if it weren't a bucket of shit (and my guess is that it'll be a gigantic bucket brim full of shit).

In other news, Trish Draper is a silly shrill fool who may just cost the liberals a seat or two with her lovely rorting antics. Personally I couldn't give a fuck, but when you make a name for yourself as a high falutin' moral crusader who's only too ready to tell us what we can and can't watch, then anything that sniffs of controversy or foul play will bite you in the ass. Surely she should have known that this wouldn't play well, particularly in the Adelaide environment? Haven't been home for a while so I'm not sure the ad-fertilizers take on the above events, but I can take a pretty good guess.

And now back to the essays. Blergh.