Before I start this week's incoherent rambling, I want to give a thanks
to Sachi who left a comment on something I wrote way back on 2/1807.
Glad you like it, hope it affected your life in some way!
Now we have a new president, yay. Whatever.
We would have had a new president whichever way it turned out. Again,
whatever. Maybe Obama Girl can retire and go back to doing whatever she
Not that I'm bitter. I might have received a vote or two but the
election office isn't returning my calls so I'm just not caring.
At least gas prices are going down which means more travel for me, more
searching for clean crackwhores for Crackwhore Village II! YAY!
But the American automotive industry is in dire straits which isn't a
good thing especially since I live near Detroit. If they collapse,
there'll be twice the killings than now.
Blame it on the Humvee. Check around, there ain't that many of them on
the road anymore. Gee, I wonder why. I must be an expert because I've
been writing about the shittiness of the concept of the Humvee off and
on for the last few years.
But I'm not going to let this stuff get me down, no sir! Next week
begins my annual weekly birthday bash and this it's going to be a doozy!
I thought I would have to wait in line at the DMV since both my license
and registration were up for renewal, but when I got the notices a few
weeks ago I found that I could renew both of the through the mail or, in
the case of the registration, online!
This I did!
Now my actual birthday day next week is completely free! I can partake
in any debauchery I damn well please, and I damn sure will. The woman
will be at work so I'll have the house all to myself. YOU COULDN'T ASK
FOR A BETTER GIFT THAN THAT!!
Then I'll get caught up in new dvd releases and music and I'll hunt them
down on the net and purchase a bunch of shit to add the the piles of
shit I haven't listened to or watched yet.
Or I could take a nasty dump with the bathroom door open, all while
drinking beer and smoking a refreshing "cigarette". The possibilities
I'll probably end walking down to the mailbox sometime during the day to
get the mail so I'm going to have to plan accordingly.
I can also answer email if I choose. Go ahead and drop me a line
(whatever that means. I saw it somewhere and thought it sounded cool
even though it makes no fucking sense) and ask me about my ultimate
collection of music and movies. I like to brag about it to anyone who'll
listen which, surprisingly, isn't that many.
My, how depressing is that? Not much because it's almost my birthday!
COMING NEXT: The girl next door has no eyes