Nice tig ol' bitties. Sorry I haven't posted much in the last month no one. Anyone?
Not much going on other than the regular constant inner turmoil. Wah wah, boo frickety hoo, lol.
Nahh, I'm ok. There just isn't much going on than going to work, sleeping, and waiting for the election to be over and for Obama to please, please, please not be President again.
You know, if he died, then idiot Biden would be in charge. That would suck. The only time the guy doesn't gaffe is when he's stolen someone else's words...
I'm just ready for it to be over and for the Koolaid drinkers to die down with their nutzoid rants on Facebook.
Ugh, I gave up arguing anything with them a long time ago. Pointless...
Here's my pick for a winning ticket: Billy Idol and Vice President Steve Stevens. Tell me that wouldn't be the shit. Well, you could, but you'd a dirty, low down lying dog.
Anyhoo, saw Silent Hill last night. The plot was a bit confusing, but the cinematography is sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet.
I also love the nurses, deadly bitches they were...
I'm on vacation this week, which is almost over.
Puff puff pass nugga.
If you like Romney please vote.
If you're a masochistic moron with a Koolaid moustache from blowing the giant cartoonish "pitcher of foul lies", then please feel free to sit in your car in the garage with the engine running and the door closed.
Listen to some NPR...
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