okay then,

here's another installment of my bullshit.

for february 16, 2004...


it's a nice day today. i feel pretty good. on the upswing of my bipolarness, you might say... not even kate heartsill's ridiculous bullshit can get me down.

this is for you kate, and this will be last time i ever address you.... i hope you like it.

eat a bag of shit, you slutty ho-bag. i'm glad you've enjoyed seeing your name in print on my thought's page. i understand how desperately sad your life is, and that you had to somehow manage to leech your parasitic ass to my good name in order to continue on in your soul-sucking lifestyle. you would be astounded by how little i think of you, kate. i know it's probably not nice to say this, but............you are an inferior human being to me. you are what gives people a bad name. in the few miniscule moments that i have thought of you.......it disgusted me. scott copeland enterprises does not need your money. i would hate for your daddy to have to downsize your car, or even worse, make you start paying your own credit card bills.

for those of you asking about the cunt factor quotient requirements, they are as follows:

incredibly high selfishness
highly inflated view of one's self
openly snobbish attitute
sluttiness
pathological liar
user and manipulator
vicious wicked streak
possible drug addiction
geniune, undying love of money

as i think we all see......kate heartsill ranks very high on the cfq scale.


an hour and a half later......

sorry, ..... i wrote a song last night, and i was just playing the fuck out of it. it is the perfect country and western song. it came to me last night like a vision at 2:00 in the morning.
it's called "The happy hour clown".

i need george jones to sing it for me. if anyone knows him, please tell him to contact me immediately.


one hour later......

"hey what else can we do
except roll down the window
and the let the wind blow back your hair
well the night's busting open
these two lanes will take us anywhere

we've got one last chance to make it real
to trade in these wings on some wheels
climb in back
heaven's waiting down on the tracks

OH COME TAKE MY HAND
RIDING OUT TONIGHT TO CASE THE PROMISED LAND

OOOOOOH OH THUNDER ROAD.....

i guess you know what i'm doing now.


30 minutes later.......

this could be the longest elapsed time in the history of scott's thoughts. speaking of that, i think the one year anniversary of my first blog is coming up in a few days. i forget the exact day. i think it might be february 20th. oh well, fuck it.


i'm growing bored with this shit......


cause tramps like us....baby we were born to run,

scott