Post something, that is. I'm over being pissed off. Time to move forward, get active and make changes. All that happy crappy.
But really, Election 2004? So last week. I need to get back my focus and find something traditional to rant about. I'm starting to get more sleep, so I can't bitch about that. Um, I'm still fat? Yeah, I can bitch about that. I'm up 18 pounds from where I was two months ago. How does one DO THAT? I mean, the Halloween candy wasn't even that good this year. No Nerds. Losers in our neighborhood, all of them! No Nerds, not even a paltry Spree in the bunch. Ah well, I'm getting all kinds of blood tests tomorrow to prove it's not because I'm a lazy git, it's because my glands are wonky. Yeah, that's it.
On a side note, however, I must not be atrociously fat. I did get some flirt action with the guy at the Tire Barn this weekend when I went in to buy a new set. Chris the tire guy, how I love thee. All my tire needs will now be taken care of at your haven of petroleum based product stench, the Tire Barn.
What else? Oh, I saw the Incredibles this weekend with girlchild. How great is that movie? Lots of girl power, family values (not the W kind, but instead the non-vomit inducing kind) and funny! Funny funny funny. There was a trailer for the final installment of the Star Wars trilogy. Due out next May. I'm a dork for getting excited. Perhaps our little Anakin can act his way out of a Darth Vader suit, because he surely had trouble with that paper bag in the last film.
And there is my life. I am feeling a oneness with Jabba the Hut, I'm resigned to move forward and make a difference politically instead of just calling Bush a dumbfuck...well, I take it back. I will continue to call him a dumbfuck. And I will continue to hate ribbon stickers. But I will no longer flip the bird at houses with "My Man Mitch" signs in the front yard. How's that for a compromise?
