Tuesday, December 7, 2010

I don't have a thing to say.

You know material is scarce when I start forming blog entries centered around my bodily functions.  But I promise, for as long as I'm able, I'll keep this space free from the three Ps.  (Piss, Puke, Poop)

I don't have a thing to say.  (See?  I'm repeating myself.)  Life is boring, mundane, the same old thing.  (I'm not complaining.)  Life is happy.  My family is healthy.  I've got baby fever something awful, but I've said a lot on that matter already.  Christmastime is here, but Jimi and I haven't done any decorating and won't until the weekend at the soonest, if we even bother.  I've not done any shopping yet because I spend frivolously and come the first of the month, I'm always broke.  But I can take care of that this weekend, too.

I hate jewelry commercials.  "I'll remember our first Christmas with a baby because I was up until 2 a.m. feeding her while you presented me with a watch that is ugly and cost exactly 47 jumbo-sized boxes of diapers.  Asshole."

The news is fucking depressing.  I got up early again, and man, all they've got is dying people and lying people and people killing kids.  What's up with this tax cut bullshit?  I want to see the Tea Partiers up in arms today, screaming about big government spending.  $700 billion deficit increase so we can save millionaires a hundred grand a year?  Fuck you.  {screeching whiny voice}What about our grandchildren?!{end screeching whiny voice}  It's totally fine to fuck your grandbabies' financial futures if you're doing it for the sake of your buddy Bob's vacation home, right?  I mean, you've got reelection to think about.  Lesson learned:  It's okay to spend money on rich people in the US, but the middle-class and the poor (who benefited from the stimulus), they have to make their own way.

I dreamed about Kat last night.  Again.  It's like she's haunting me.  God, I miss her.

I've made muffins for breakfast, and I'll bet they're gonna be gross because I doctored them with protein powder and chocolate syrup.  Some things just shouldn't be done.

I hate the morning show people for sitting around and gossiping about what Elizabeth Edwards may be experiencing right now as she dies from cancer.  What assholes.  But kudos for mentioning Hospice care in such a positive light.

I gotta go get some clothes on and start my day.  Happy Tuesday!

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