Scum Bags, Slasher Movies and Donations

Immature kids piss me off. Its one thing to talk shit, I think everyone does it at one point or another. But fucking own up to it will you. Four different people speaking of said shit talking don't lie; stop denying it. So tell me, why do you hate him? Honestly why does it matter? Scum bag.

I'm really afraid that the story I'm writing has already been done. I'm not sure why, but I always get afraid like this. Like I'll finish my story and realize that it's a complete rip off of something else. And even if its not a rip off, I almost feel like it shouldn't be coming out of my head. Like I knew I would one day want to write some killer slasher movie, just because its something I've always loved and would love to put my own ideas into it, but at the same time I don't want to look like a fucking creep because of some of the things I guess I've thought would make a killer movie. I wonder if anyone else thinks about this. Like Chuck Palahniuk; he has some fucked up books. Do you think he ever wonders what his mother would say if she read "Fight Club"? Or better yet, "Choke" or "Snuff"? Do you think she's approve? Do you think this is the boy she raised? To write about porn stars and sex addicts and deranged underground anarchy movements? It's a funny thing to think about. Like I would love to see a slasher movie I created acted out in all its bloody gory wonder, but I'd feel like a twisted fuck knowing that was my masterpiece. I'm not really sure what to do from here, but I know I want to finish writing my story. Maybe when its done I'll see if it was an original idea or just another remake.

OH! And Alissa was kind enough to donate like seven canvases to me for my spray painting so I am starting tomorrow and am incredibly excited to. I really feel like this is going to be the start of something great.