It’s been time for a little mental housecleaning for awhile now. Since I do not have a deserted island I can disappear to, perhaps a mental vacation is in order.
Having finally forced myself to get on with it, here’s a sample of some of the random thoughts I’ve managed to clear out of my brain:
You know it’s going to be a good day when you put dollar bill into your office’s pop machine and you get not one, but TWO Diet Cokes.
Here’s what I don’t understand about New Orleans: who in their right mind would build a city BELOW SEA LEVEL? Now, I may be a History major, but I remember enough of my Physics to remember that water always seeks the lowest point. Tune in next week for another exciting episode of “Civil Engineers on Crack”.
I still miss Paul Wellstone.
Am I the only who thinks that the Swift Boat Veterans couldn’t find the truth with two hands, a roadmap, and a flashlight?
I really think hurricanes should be named after ex-wives. In my case, Hurricane Lisa would be a Category 7.
Why do we drive in a parkway and park in driveway?
Why does sour cream come with an expiration date?
Let me just state for the record that I DO NOT CARE what happened 35 years ago, who did what, or who served where and for whom. George W. Bush could have buggered goats in Alabama for all I care. Does it matter today? Tell me how we are going to make a better tomorrow.
Hurricanes suck.
The Green Bay Packers suck.
What in the hell is the point of Fear Factor? To prove that for the right amount of money, people will do anything, no matter how stupid, pointless, embarrassing, or demeaning it might be?
Stupid people suck.
Stupid mean people suck even worse.
The NHL lockout sucks BIG TIME.
Bud Selig is Satan, and Gary Bettman is Satan’s Apprentice. You heard it here first.
Is that a dead weasel sitting on Donald Trump’s head or what? Is it just me, or does his comb-over get stranger-looking with each passing year?
I really, really, REALLY need a vacation.
Can someone PLEASE explain how Our Sainted President can trumpet his alleged successes in Iraq, when every day bring fresh reports of ever great violence, larger death tolls, and almost total chaos? I’ve heard of “spin”, but this goes right to willful disregard for the truth.
Hmm…I wonder how long it will be before somes stumbles across TPRS by Googling “Carolyn Kepcher naked”??
Thank God it’s Friday, y’all. My brain hurts….
