disenchanted

Oo, baby, I like it raaaawwww...

*sniff*

No more ODB. Damn.

I be illin'.

I don't know what's wrong with me - whether it's blood sugar related or digestion or some sort of bug - but I feel a bit like shit.

"Freedom is free of the need to be free."
-George Clinton, Free Your Mind and Your Ass Will Follow, 1971

It's time to bring back groups like The Black Panther Party and get our fight on!

There goes the muthafuckin' neighborhood.

I'm completely flabberghasted by this election.

Saddness.

Shit!

I'm far, far better at expressing myself in writing as opposed to the spoken word. It's really annoyingly strange of me.

The Boston fucking Red Sox have won themselves a World Series Championship, which means that the Apocalypse is officially upon us.

It's in the the bible, I just know it.

That's awesomer than shit.

Out of the blue, peanuts trigger migraine headaches in me.

Fuuuuuuck.

We don't need another heero
We don't need another waaaay hooome
All we want is life beyooond
The Thunderdome!

Two men enter, one man leaves

Master Blaster! Master Blaster!

Always look on the briiiiight side of life!

Bitches.

Apparently, I'm easy for people to fall in love with. I don't get it at all, but it keeps happening.

I can't be lovin' everyone like that. It's just not gonna happen. So, back up offa my shit, would ya?

Marge Simpson is a study in primary colorful coolness. The colorwheel primaries with the yellow skin, blue hair and red accessories is workin' like a charm, and the photo-receptor, cone-like red, green and blue combination is fresh. So, not only is she fucking awesome, but she's educational, too. Go 'head on, Marge!

I have acquired a farmer's tan. grrrr....

I have to get my butt...
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