I've accomplished a little bit during the course of the last couple of weeks. A broken rib has robbed me of my precious sleep and with that the energy to stay out late and be a fucking degenerate. Liquor sales are down, strippers are having to go back to parking lot handjobs to make up for the dollah bill deficit my strip club absence has caused.
Who has benefited from my sidelininess? Fast food vendors, Netflix, any place that sells hand lotion and tissues within a close proximity of each other (I don't like to shop), and my cat.
For some reason, the place where I work the most has the bitchiest little fucking web content filter. I can read my blog, but I can't post new content. The only way to change this is to ask the head A.I.C. (Arab in Charge) to change things (not happening). This of course means I can't post the slutty pictures of whoever I decided to Google when I posted whatever I decided to post. I've bypassed this by remembering my old email-to-post email address. That's how you're reading this.
Oh, I refuse to let that Katy Perry (picture may show up, probably won't) and her awful, awful, "California Girls" song be my "Summer Theme Song." I love pop music as much as the next hetero, but this is truly a manufactured piece of crap. Snoop Dogg couldn't save this. Perry's going to have to wear even tighter rubber dresses to sell this piece of shit.
Of course, I thought "Boom Boom Pow" was atrocious as well. God, I hate the music industry. I wish that large groups of people could exchange music in such a large movement that it hurt the music industry financially.
Shouts out to LJP, RH, and RW.
Mahalo, fuckers.
goochout
1 comment:
Hey dude, that worked out pretty well. The picture even showed up just by adding it as an attachment. You probably shouldn't swear so much. It's not becoming, it's distracting to the reader, and it often diminishes your subject matter when you think you're enhancing it.
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