Ok, so I get in to work, get the 'puter fired up and the
first thing that pops up on the screen is a message from somebody about
some baby from Indian that has 4 DAMN ARMS and 4 DAMN LEGS because of
its parasitic twin. Ok, I watch a lot of Discovery Channel, so I know
about this crap, but why exactly do people assume that I'm the person
that they need to share this with? I mean, I WANT to see it, obviously,
it's me, but, I dunno, let me have a cup of coffee first?
Whatever, later in the day my sister and I further
assured our places in Hell by ripping on this poor, defenseless baby
MERCILESSLY. Also on a Harlequin baby, which really is unnecessary, you
know? I mean me ripping on the babies is unnecessary, not the fact that
they exist. The Harlequin kinda made me think of baby Voldemort. The
Vishnu brought to mind John Carpenter's "The Thing", Cthulhu, and a
soft-shell crab. Yes, we're awful people, and I think it's about time
you all knew.
You know what? I am THRILLED that nip/tuck is back on
again, because, really, how else could I dis-improve myself on a
Tuesday night. MAN I missed this show.
Guys GUYS. Something BIG might happen tomorrow (today for
you, or yesterday or something, WHENEVER you read this). But DON'T JINX
IT, OK?? Whatever, man, rock n roll.
Parting thoughts: Tyra Banks should be euthanized.
