I am a WRITER, DAMMMMMMIIIIITTTT!!!
Many times I say to myself, gollygeewilkers! That is a great idea to blog about! Then, what I call the continental drift seeps in, and I just check my mail, surf for a while, and return to the fats-paced world of nada-ville. As I have thus awoken,(I know that is not a word!)from a fitful slumber, I am fairly aburst with bloggy goodness. The Lakers got Whupped, but that meant rooting for the Pissed-ons, which is never entirely agreeable! Nader is running again, which is only good if people actually sac up, and vote for him. People died such that I be able to choose, and I'll be damned if I ever again vote for someone just because I'm afraid of someone else. I want the smartest guy, the one who will get us out of the mess we're in right now, and show us how not to go there again. It is time for America to grow up, and stop acting like a twelve year-old who found his daddy's gun. Reagan is dead, good for him. Ray Charles is dead, bad for us. Just who is directing Ocean's 12, and do we really need a sequel there in the first place? I went to a Padres game last night. Not a baseball fan, but how often do you get to chill with 20 ofays in a luxury box? That's right, I still got juice, baby! Girls, Girls, Girls. Transformation. Plans for the future. My dreads. Ups, downs, and the gift they are. Hell phone drama... Like I said, I got a lot to share wit y'all so gird up your loins, and let's go!
