Randomosity

You like how I just made that word up, hunh? Like with the extension on to the word random? ... yeah, anyway..

So, Gerald Ford was a good guy you know; given that fact, why the hell are two of the worst US politicians in history speaking at his funeral? Bush AND Kissinger? It'd be better not to have a state funeral. Even if the devcil did not have you in his sight, he'd still nab you just becuase those two kept saying good things about you. Kissinger? He's still on some people's assasination list. Anyway, for any of you attending the state fineral, I hear they're gonna have some smashing wine at that shindig. RIP.

Saddam is gone, too. May God grant him the peace he deprived so many people of while he lived. That unofficial video though, the leaked one on the internet, that's just deploreable though. Those people need to be shamed in front of their kids. The animal in manshows his face again, and again.

I was trying to stay positive with this post too. Whatever.

New Years this time around was the bomb. I mean, this ish was historic. I've had good new years before, but man I could not believe how good this one turned out, especially considering I had no plans till 8 pm. This was the stuff legends are made of, legends that cannot be recounted on blogs available to the masses, due to the conniving ways of siblings, not to mention the snoopy ways of undercover agents possibly posing as friends, or worse, as facilitators to the debauchery I excercised on said night. So yeah, I think I've said too much already.

Speaking of positivity, my shoe (henceforth to be replaced with the word, crack) collection grew this week by leaps and bound. Most notably I picked up another pair of Addidas Superstars bringing the total Super-Crack collection (shared between my brother and I) to a resounding 4. Four shoes, of the same kind in various colours. Gluttony is an art my friends, and I am its muse. This means I now have more Addidas Super-Crack than Converse Chuck Taylor Crack, a significant concern I will have to rectify at my earliest convenience.

Do not think of my addiction to crack as a disease however, it is in fact a symptom. Yes, a symptom of what I call the "I'm rich biatch!" illness. Pray for my continued illness won't you, please?

Ok Ok, I'll stop. They just happened to be so white, and with goldish green stripes, I had to get them. The decision was solidified as soon as my brother blurted out his first words upon seeing the Super-Crack, "Them shoes be purdy".

Lastly, I want to give a cheery one finger Ole! to all the haters who are hating on Mos Def's new album. Go kill yourselves. To the rest of you, who think the album is good, or don't give a shit either way, I bid you all adieu in the hopes that you enjoyed this once in a blue moon, cheery post.

Now, comment.. or I shall get pissy.