Saturday, January 31, 2009

here we go, OK!

I've always been short on words.

Corpulent.

Snatch.

Quixotic Sass.

So life has been quite the kick to the dick lately.

I don't have the time or space for cunts.

I am enjoying myself, somewhat
, but I find my quest for occupational reciprocation lacking.

Obama, change that shit. Right this sinking ship or, at
the very least, employ the bucket system and remove some water. I know it's hard. I also know that there will not be enough life rafts. Women and children first? Eff that. I'll punch a child in the face if I can have a dream job. Yeah, I'll have to live with it, but I'm sure the both of us will eventually collectively get over said punching. He'll join the army. Maybe he'll be a doctor...

So I have this blog... Wanna smoke it?

I'm going to try to not speak solely about my self with this blog. I think that operating in said manner is soooooooo 2002. Break out the Taking Back Sunday Records.






Tomorrow is the big game! I think it's between the Pittsburgh Troglodytes and the Arizona Cro-Magnons. It should be quite a game! Oh, and not to mention, there will be a showcase Smörgåsbord of new, even crappier commercials! I can't wait for the beer commercials where the busty babes with the wet shirts and sideboobs ride the mechanical bull in the middle of the desert while men eat hot wings and shoot guns into the sky. Drink responsibly.

Pabst should make adverts. They'd probably feature trashy loft parties with over privelaged trust fund babies dancing in diesel jeans, rockin' their collective assymetrical haircuts. I need a video camera. I could make it. I'll show up with a key of coke.

Tomorrow's going to be a party over here, a party over there, a collective waving of hands in the air, and much shaking of derieres.

Let's party [like it's 1999].

Episode over.

I apologize for not possessing the appeal of LOST (what's its appeal?).

Edit: Wait... Disregard that prior statement. I love LOST

Another Edit: Wait... Disregard that prior statement. I am very appealing. If you don't think so then you can climb a fucking tree. Oh and I'm not really into LOST. I guess I'll watch it with other people, but not typically hXc on my own.

Yet Another Edit: Titmouse... Heh.