Showing posts with label old men. Show all posts
Showing posts with label old men. Show all posts

Friday, October 19, 2007

sick and bitchy


hi. my posts are so complainy lately.

i am sick and bitchy today. well, really on the cusp of sickness where you're just really tired and irritable. i keep smoking cigarettes anyway. i have become a daytime smoker again. i can no longer cling to the title "social smoker." it is a total lie.

last night i watched e true hollywood story about hugh hefner. i have always thought he was too dumb to have as much money and as good of a magazine as he has. i thought, "hey, i'll watch this and maybe i'll realize i was wrong." but no, i still think he's too dumb. he's so dumb he doesn't realize how dumb and pathetic he looks partying at the playboy mansion, sandwiched between two bleach blondes, grinding on one while spanking the other. he just looks like a grandpa on too many painkillers at a senior home mixer, where the two blondes are a by-product of his drug-imagination. (sarah can probably relate to this.) also, his two teenage sons are the spittin' image of him, except totally socially awkward. they will never have sex in their lives, except maybe with each other.

Thursday, September 20, 2007

“In the United States today there are more practicing poets than members of the National Rifle Association.”

That is such a lie. This is quite possibly the worst essay I’ve read all day. Which is saying a lot. I did laugh a little when he called Foucault and Derrida “yawn-inducing.” And yes, I am a member of the NRA. My dad signed me up as a wee fetus. Unlike Poetry magazine, the NRA will accept anyone.