Marvelous Things.

Today is the day, I realized why I have this obsession with the internet. I actually turned on the TV and did some surfing. Why, I'll never know. No wonder people don't watch TV. Who in the hell decided that Flavor Flav needed to have his own reality TV show? And who in their right mind would want to win his so called heart? Are you that desperate to be with a man, someone, anyone? These women, are just trash. Plain. White. Trash. Seriously, these women are fighting for the affections of a man that wears gold plated teeth. Sexy, when you're an oscar. The sad part of this story, I actually watched the whole episode in which all 20 women were reunited. I couldn't turn off the filth. That shit is so fucking addicting. You watch one bitch lose control and try and bitch slap another, and you just can't make yourself turn the channel. I'm so pathetic.

I was at work yesterday (when am I not?) and this kid throws back his arm and chunks a sweet potato at me. That kid so had a death wish. Sitting up in the cart, "Oh look it's Zanne!" Bam! Fuck that kid and the mother that birthed his ass. I was not pleased, and gave him my best "I'm the anti-christ and I'm so about to kill you" look, and what does he do? Fucking smiles and sticks his tongue out at me. So not cute. Who ever said children were cute. Yeah, well they lied.

So today, wasn't the best of days. Not so bad either. I just had a headache, and no alcohol to chase it. Anyway, this woman opens her wallet to show me her driver's license, and there in the "Oh it's my perfect child" picture thingie, is a picture of this lady, her husband, and our "president". She's sporting this in her wallet? You've got to be fucking kidding me? People need to prepare me for such obscenities. I can so not be held for my reactions if not warned. It was all I could do, not to laugh. I had this stupid grin on my face, and was holding my breath. George W. Bush in your wallet? Yep, only in Texas. I'd rather have a kid chunk sweet potatoes at my head.

I need sleep. Real. Bad.

Twin. You ready?