Nubs Bunnyâ„¢

I'd like to meet:

In no particular order:
The girl who stole my wallet that time,
the crazy girl who told me she had cancer so I'd sleep with her,
the guy who broke into my apartment that time and stole the money I was saving to buy a car,
the guy who took my last twenty bucks for weed and never came back,
the mexican guy who called me a "jota" in spanish while I was standing next to him and his friend in the Laundrymat and didn't think I knew what he said,
the person who stole my Punk (Dead Kennedy's/Gimme Convienience or give me death-Mr.Bungle's/self titled album- leftover Crack/Mediocre Generica - Guttermouth/ Friendly people) CDs but didn't take the cases
the person who threw my vote out last election so I couldn't vote against Bush!

But then, there are alot of people that I WOULDN'T want to set on fire when I met them...I always feel weird about meeting someone that I admire or like. I don't want to bother them or waste their time because chances are there is little I could say that they hadn't already heard before. BUt these people include:
Chuck Palahniuk (fightclub,choke, survivor, many more),
Chuck Berry (you better know who he is),
Mark Adkins (guttermouth),
Ogre (skinny Puppy, ohgr),
Glen Danzig (from misfits, samhain, danzig--to see how small he is, like 3 feet 4 inches, I hear),
Jhonen Vasquez (Johnny the Homicidal Maniac, Invader Zim),
Joe Coleman,
tons more.

And hopefully one day when my Ouiji board begins to work I'd go through a list of dead souls to contact...
G.G. Allin,
Houdini,
Joey Ramone,
Hunter S. Thompson,
Jimi Hendrix, ,
All my grandparents and great-grandparents and relatives all the dead pets that I once loved intensely. Perhaps if the churches preached that all our dead pets would be in heaven waiting for us when we died we'd be more apt to go along with the rest of the bullshit for the hope of seeing them again. It certainly would have made me WANT to believe more when I was a kid. But fortunately they say that animals have no souls and they're fucking dead and gone. So no reason for me to go to church or give a shit what they say. But it just makes me smile to think that perhaps if I died and by some mistake or something I ended up in heaven I would be surrounded by all the pets that I knew and loved who died and not by all those church going douche-bags (now even more smug since they turned out to be right) I bet they'll be impossible to live with if that pans out.