I wish I were in the 80s right this minute. Only because I'm sure I'd definitely have been a rock star if I were legal during that decade. Kind of like Slash.
Okay, I will spare the whole rant about how all they're making these days are remakes of old movies or TV shows. Instead, I will let
fake Jessica Simpson do the talking for me. I'm in love with her for speaking my mind and washing a car almost naked doing it.
I don't know if I look forward to having kids one day if they turn out anything like me. Eighteen years of raising me, and I just remembered today it was father's day. I got this nice, richy pen set from Wal*Mart, and had to send it by express mail and that alone will take days. I suck as a person. But not as much as The Omen remake sucks. Or that pen set.
Excuse me while I go build myself a hole under Sheryl Crow's house. I'll have you guys over when it's all set up. Bring the booze.
If you're wondering why I'm not talking to you folk it's because not many of y'all left me your screen names. Or you're my accountant or tax guy. Or you're not cool enough for me to talk to. And by that, I mean you're a politician. But then again they're not cool enough to get online journals. So therefore, it has to be the first option. Yep, definitely.