November 07, 2004
Post-Election Wrapup
Go clicky pie on these:
Proof positive that not everyone in Georgia voted for Bush. WOMP WOMP WOMP!!
This doesn't really surprise me.
They're sorry. They really are.
Read it. 'Twill make you feel better, honey, I promise.
And now I must fill my monthly quota of ramblage:
I'm gladdened to see the comment count so high on my previous entry. Not because I'm one of those stab-worthy, narcissistic bloggers, but because it's evident that black people exist who think about more than digging enough change from under the couch cushions to buy a bag of pork skins and a pack of one point fives from the corner store. Warm fuzzies abound.
Speaking of my people, all signs point to this being the new beer of choice in my part of town. Word on the street is it's cheap and it goes to your head real quick-like. Clearly these are the marks of distinction of quality malt liquor in our communities. My suspicions that taste is not a factor were confirmed when I was peer pressured into partaking of this skunk piss masquerading as ingestible alcohol. I've never been a fan of beer and am both fascinated and disgusted by people who can drink whole 6- and 12-packs worth in one sitting. Ugh! Why can't they just smoke weed like normal people??
I have been having the weirdest dreams lately. They tend to jar me awake in the middle of the night, making it somewhat difficult to return to my drool/snorefest. I am sure there are messages to be read, but I'm far too disinterested to decode them. Why can't I have normal dreams about Boris Kodjoe doing me freaky missonary style while a topless Nicole Ari P. watches and naughtily indulges in self-fiddlage?? *sigh* Good luck eludes me even in my unconscious state.
My birthday is in a lil less than two months. I have this weird habit of rounding my age up the closer I get to my bornon day, so I already consider myself to be 28. I think I like the sound of 28 better than 27. It always seemed odd to me...but that could be because it's an odd number. At any rate, as much as I complain, I am not at all averse to the thought of getting one year closer to 30. A sista is more than ready to shed this oppressive, angst-ridden skin called the 20s. A less enjoyable nad-damaging, mechanical bull ride I have never been on. That Jeefus dude is allll for the laughs, ain't he? *flips him off*
Aye, I have a heathen image to uphold! Blow it into a paper bag and get over it, jerks!
I have to say it's a credit to the elasticity of my heart and mind that I can go from dreamily entertaining thoughts of legalized bondage to wanting to throw various body parts of same potential enslaver into a high-powered blender. Asshole smoothie, anyone?
High stress has forced me to reclaim the bad habits of my early 20s - drinking coffee and smoking. Can you say oral fixation? 'Tis readily apparent that this self-destructive bent is also predicated on my need to energetically place a wang in my mouth. Yup.
Look, don't even bother to question my powers of reasoning, mmkay?
I don't think single people are supposed to like cold weather, because um you have nobody to like, cuddle with and stuff. But screw that...body pillows exist for a reason. I love wintertime. I'm one of those crazies that opens the windows wide enough so that I can actually see my breath in my bedroom. I live for huddling under scads of comforter and sheets, shivering myself to sleep. My Sunbeam electric smart binky is my bestest friend. Never mind that when I dream about him, I wake up in a sweaty tangle of flannel and cotton. It's worth it, trust!
Speaking of antics under the covers, I seem to have misplaced my libido. Though it can more than likely be found splattered in Photoshop or Microsoft Word.
No you're not supposed to get that. I was just giving you your daily dose of blog ambiguity. Thank me later; I'll be in my office for a long while. ;)
Those pics were too cute. You would think that I would be over the anger that I feel for Bush winning, but in my attempts to forget, I keep remembering. Those pics remind me that we aren't supposed to ever feel okay with accepting our doomed faith. It still sucks even if it's inevitable.
Posted by: cee at November 7, 2004 07:23 PMlol!!! thanks for the link.
Yo, beer is nasty as sh!t. never liked it. well back in college i drank it once to be cool. that shit made my stomach hurt. and why Nicole gotta be in the room? Fugg her. I'd rather video tape it and send it to her. i'd be staring right in the lense licking my lips like "yeh bitch, dis feel reeeeaaaaal good!"
Posted by: feepee at November 8, 2004 09:26 AMfinally, someone else who doesn't like beer! i can't bring myself to drink stuff i don't like for the sake of getting drunk. you'd better candy my drink up and stick a garnish in it.
Posted by: kim at November 8, 2004 03:03 PMLovin' the blog, mos. def. 'Specially your radio blog. Been lookin' for somethin' to this effect. I was all off point until now.
I felt the same way about beer until moving and living in Germany for 2 years were it is a cultural sin if you don't drink it, period, let alone, try it.(wit' da Heineke factory and all, plus countless other brewerys) It is indeed a acquired taste.
Approaching the big 3.0. in a month exactly, myself. Looking foward to the forseen compliments of" Damn you don't look 30. You must don't drink, smoke or somethin'(pun intended).
Peace and Blessings.
Posted by: bobby at November 8, 2004 05:50 PMI love beer. To some people, it tastes somewhat bitter, but thats the real beginnning part of it. I think that's also the reason why many who've tried it for the first time quickly decides not to go for it again.
I've had beer since I was about 8 when my grandpa pressured me to join his buddies in their drinking moment out in the patio with his friends. I can say now though that it is not skunk piss! God loves beer. He started the whole beer business thang.
Posted by: raheim at November 8, 2004 11:29 PMOh, so that's why I don't like cold weather. makes perfect sense to me.
Posted by: Boogs at November 11, 2004 02:31 PMyou are H-I-L-A-R-I-O-U-S!
Malt Liq? People still drink that ish. Move over Crazy Horse. I'm so skerr'd.
dangit you makin me want some skins now but i'll drink a smirnoff with mine.
i enjoyed the michael moore 17 reasons that was hilarious thanks for sharing all of those links i'm still trippin out on the sorry ppl link.
Posted by: lashundra at November 11, 2004 03:42 PMOMG... is that malt liquor (throwing Steel Reserve cans in trash) I thought it was just beer that had higher alcohol content than regular beer (I think it's like 8% or 10% alcohol - where reg. beer is only 6% or 7%). I drank it a couple of times, but didnt' know it was MALT LIQUOR... LOL... dayum. I'm so ashamed *hiding face*
Posted by: Xquizzyt1 at November 11, 2004 04:23 PM