You are one of the more creative of the dictators. When not writing poetry you're devising your own version of communism. As over two million Chinese staved to death because of your little experiment you should have stuck to writing sappy songs! What tin-pot dictator are you? Take the "What Dictator am I?" test at PoisonedMinds.com

Ah, Chairman Mao. Were it not for the poorly thought-out economic plan and sic'ing Chinese students on their teachers, you wouldn't have been so bad!

Which reminds me: I have decided my father qualifies for being a tinpot dictator.

I was playing Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas earlier, when he decided to come downstairs, sit on the couch, and watch me play. Which bothers me to no end--he does it just to drive me off by making dumb comments so he can have the TV, since he has nothing else in his life.

A man as useless as this does not have a right to hold superiority over me. He should be overthrown.

What with all the bangin', bouncin', poppin', bustin', smokin', shootin', rollin' and all the hookers, ballas, gangstas and corrupt cops, I don't really care to play the game in the presence of my father, who takes way too much interest in my day-to-day activities (not as in keeping tabs on me but sticking around to bug me.)

So, Anyway. Forget him, for now.

I have failed in reformatting my hard drive, and I don't think it's going to happen ever. I can't get an XP disk, and everything else has failed. I need a couple thousand dollars to just go buy a new one and the software for it. Really, I'd like to build one, but that would cost about 5,000 dollars by the time I was done with it.

I'm not a cheap date.

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