Does anyone out there watch Prison Break? We followed it the first 2 seasons but this season is just flat fucking ridiculous. I've given up on it but Sweety still watches. He says he's wasted 2 years of his life on it and can't just let it go.
One of my friends dropped off of MySpace and I'm pissed. (Hey, You! You hear that? I'm pissed! And sad. That is worse than pissed.) He was a friend of my sister's and I really enjoyed getting to "know" him through MySpace. He told my sister that he was spending too much time in front of the computer and killed his page because of it. I should probably consider that too.
About the cuntofanexwife being wanted by the police? After some snooping, it's been determined that it wasn't the police looking for her. It was probably some rent-to-own furniture place that she owes money to. Rats. And I was filled with such glee at the idea of her going to the pokey. Or something.
There is a brand spanking new liquor store 2 blocks from my home. I love it like a fat kid loves cake. Oh, oh, oh! Speaking of loving cake! We peeled outta here and went to the liquor store and the grocery store just before I started this paragraph. There is now a box of Twinkies nestled in the icebox. I had a little orgasm when we were buying them. I adore Twinkies. I mean it. Fucking adore them. We just introduced the canines to Twinkies. They adore them too. I'm letting the Twinkies get cold before I carefully lick their guts out. I'm going to get Sweety drunk and rub them on his weenie.
While we were at the grocery store I was able to read all of the trash magazines. It seems that Angelina is getting ready to kick that dirtbag Brad to the curb. You know this is a sign, right? I'm sure that she will be coming to fetch me soon. I've already instructed Sweety to start packing my bags. I'm taking the dogs with me too. Her band of merry orphans will love playing with them.
Good grief. I've been tapping away at this post for 2 hours and Sweety is still watching the stupid ass episodes of Prison Break that we have recorded. I want to cauliflower his ear. This is the worst show ev-ah.
I have managed to pretty much go through my whole blogroll tonight. Go me. I didn't comment though. I have made a pact with myself to not drunk comment. But it's okay to blog like this because you don't have to come here if you don't want to.
Kat mentioned The Little Black Box the other day. She spoke of it the day before the boxes went on sale and I made it a point to use my handy dandy phone to order one as soon as they went on sale. (That's a good thing. I checked the site some 10 hours after they went on sale and they were sold out.) To put it mildly, I am quite excited to get the box. I like samples. I like smelly stuff. I like surprises. I like mail that isn't a bill or bad news. The November sale starts at 5 a.m. on 11/23 and I am setting my clock for it already because I have a feeling that this will be a monthly thing for me. I will be sure to let you guys know all about what comes in my box when it arrives.
Sweet, tiny, bright-eyed baby Jesus who has never needed Visine a day in his life, my eyes are dry. So very dry.
I am a big fan of the word fuck.