So- I haven't been getting much sleep lately. I usually don't when things get stressy around here. Or, to quote the Wu-tang Clan-when times are hard like leather. All I do is lay in bed or sit on the couch and all of this CRAP goes through my head and won't let me shut it off. And it is usually rattling around the next day which makes me a GREAT conversationalist-let me tell ya. So I am dumping some of it here in hopes of a more peaceful slumber tonight. And no, you big baby, I don't expect you to read it all. I still can't figure out what the hell you're doing here in the first place.
Is it the eighth sign of the apocalypse when you hear Whitesnake and Color Me Badd twice in one day?
How lame is my life that all it takes is a passing reference to Leonard Bast to make me inordinately happy for the rest of the day?(and if you don't know who that is, shame on you)
How many times can you re-watch the Ryan Reynolds parts in BladeTrinity before it makes you a pervert? Should I like that he gets stabbed just because it causes him to be shirtless almost the whole rest of the movie? Does this make me bad person?
I am going to hell because my husband(the truck driver!) has a cleaner mouth than I do? Or am I going to hell because I don't care?
Is it a sign of mental instability or good judgement that I have begun to fervently wish-every day-that every single one of the women driving SUV's, talking on cell phones and not even caring that they aren't the only ones on the road as they drop their kids off at Turner's school will be swallowed up by an enormous hole in the earth? As long as I promise not to laugh, am I still okay?
Do I really have to keep lying to people about what state I am from due to the enormous corn maze done in the likeness of David Archuletta? Can I at least go set fire to the part that says "Archuletta For President" and get this state back on the road to recovering at least a shred of it's dignity?
What if somebody finds out that I could give a ---- about the election in Nov? They're all the same guy. I could get drummed out of Utah(red, red everywhere) if anyone finds out that I think John McCain is Cuckoo Bird. Then if I have to take refuge in Califirnia they'll run me out on a rail when they find out that I think Barack Obama is a worthless spendthrift. And don't even get me started on stinkin' congress. Those bailout voting pieces of refuse. It did soooo much good eh?
-Well, that's enough for now-At least it's start-