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I am in beyond a good mood right now. Let's fucking swing dance and make shit out of clay and curse for no reason and call it fucking art you assholes. Hell yeah. With exclamation points and chest punching. And those stupid smiley faces people use on Yahoo instant messenger.
My boxing trainer called and left a message that said the following: "Get back in the gym man, you're the only mean jerk left and I like mean jerks. You are VICIOUS AND DELICIOUS. I'm also bored, so come on in sometime this week."
This is the first time a large black man has ever referenced me as vicious and delicious. Pardon me while I blush my skirt off.
The Super Bowl was yesterday. I have no idea what happened, but Morghan told me she never saw Alicia Keys surrounded by so many retards and then screamed "GO COWBOYS!" at the TV. I have to assume this was more entertaining than the game.
The Simpsons are officially awful. Just awful. And my heart breaks with every new episode that slides down the pipes and fails at everything it attempts to be. The Passion parody was funny, but to call it "dated" might be a bit of an understatement. Basically, a lil part of my world is dying in front of millions every Sunday and it hurts.
American Dad just sucked and I have no desire to be overdramatic about it sucking. Although naked Jack In The Box man tied up in the basement goes into my comedy highlight reel right along the likes of Bubba Ho-Tep and Yogurt the magnificent.
And I'm spent. Mahaya countdown is below a day now. This is Christmas and it is not going to disappoint.
I am in beyond a good mood right now. Let's fucking swing dance and make shit out of clay and curse for no reason and call it fucking art you assholes. Hell yeah. With exclamation points and chest punching. And those stupid smiley faces people use on Yahoo instant messenger.
My boxing trainer called and left a message that said the following: "Get back in the gym man, you're the only mean jerk left and I like mean jerks. You are VICIOUS AND DELICIOUS. I'm also bored, so come on in sometime this week."
This is the first time a large black man has ever referenced me as vicious and delicious. Pardon me while I blush my skirt off.
The Super Bowl was yesterday. I have no idea what happened, but Morghan told me she never saw Alicia Keys surrounded by so many retards and then screamed "GO COWBOYS!" at the TV. I have to assume this was more entertaining than the game.
The Simpsons are officially awful. Just awful. And my heart breaks with every new episode that slides down the pipes and fails at everything it attempts to be. The Passion parody was funny, but to call it "dated" might be a bit of an understatement. Basically, a lil part of my world is dying in front of millions every Sunday and it hurts.
American Dad just sucked and I have no desire to be overdramatic about it sucking. Although naked Jack In The Box man tied up in the basement goes into my comedy highlight reel right along the likes of Bubba Ho-Tep and Yogurt the magnificent.
And I'm spent. Mahaya countdown is below a day now. This is Christmas and it is not going to disappoint.