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oh to hell with it. i felt compelled to write something tonight, but for some reason i just don't want to. life's pretty much the same as it has been since before the holidays, lots of work, few (very few) shows, and a somewhat self-imposed slightly serious turning away from some nagging addictions. one day i'll quit the addiction to all things meaty and cheesy. you ever notice that if you look at condoleeza rice in the right way, she kinda looks like mike tyson. if you listen to her without looking, the resemblance is probably stronger due to the stupidity factor. that's mean and i know it. but i don't care. ms. rice and her man whose ass she licks on a daily basis are a danger to us all. i won't argue the why's and why not's cuz you either believe it already or you're on your way to the bank to cash your latest check from halliburton and don't give a fuck about what i think. well this is going nowhere. i thought maybe a political rant would get me started, but it's since fizzled. i've got some coconut popsicles in the freezer screaming lick me lick me. can't say i wouldn't prefer to have a bevy of gothic college girls up here screaming the same thing, but i'll go with what's available. (just kidding!) i think i'll go make 'em happy (the popsicles that is) and say goodnight to y'all. happy new year, by the way. i promise next time to be more verbose and entertaining. out m |
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