I realize writing about things that I allegedly do not care about is contradictory but I don't care. I feel the need to vomit out the negativity in my own sordid little head. I do not give a shit about the following things in no particular order aside from one in which I typed them:
* Leann Rimes (a star? scandal? My word.)
* Whether the king of pop was gay (if he was gay that was one of many things he was and the least interesting, really)
* The Cash for Clunkers program (done and gone)
* Whales ( Thank you, Paul Watson, idiot savant, and all your livin' at home, young, unemployed loser volunteers)
* Health Care reform (why are we so angry about not having access to those who will help us when we are sick and diseased but still biggie size our drive thru dinners which we eat on our way to DQ?)
* PTO (Campbell soup labels rock but still haven't made my top 100 list of most important things in life)
* Brett Favre (sometimes you just gotta let go, buddy)
* Michael Vick (can you tell GTC makes me listen to sports talk radio? Michael served time and will retain about the same amount of character as before and about the same amount of athleticism as before and likely will be charged with something again in his lifetime. Stop complaining. I want to watch.)
That's not nearly all I don't care about but I'm too lazy to go on.
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