Second Old Blog that usually makes people laugh.
I just recently researched what exactly blogging is, when it started and yada yada yada. It’s not a very interesting story, but thanks to wikipedia, it was easy as shit to find. I always figured that blogging was a way for depressed people to cry about one thing or another, an outlet for people who don’t want to talk about their problems. It reminded me of something someone told me, or maybe it was on tv. You’re suspossed to write a letter to yourself and then it’ll be easier to discover what you beef with the world is… or some gay shit like that.
I see a blog as a diary, that you want people to read. If Full House was set in 2006, would DJ be pissed that Stephanie is reading her blog? I bet she wouldn’t, because she’d be too busy trying to impress her friends by wearing slutty clothes and doing meth. Kind of like what happened to little Stephanie Tanner later on in life. Meth, that’s a fucked up drug. It does although, have it’s benefits: Heightened Sexual Stimulation. That’s nice to know. I bet that’s why she did it, or possibly the euphoria in high doses. Word. Euphoria.
“Blogs often provide commentary or news on a particular subject, such as food, politics or local news.”
I’m going to try to address all of those subjects, because I’m bored. First subject Food.
I like food, a big fan of it. I even like to cook it from time to time. Mac N Cheese is easy to make. Fast Food is the bomb. Eating healthy is overrated. I think American media makes people feel fat. I think the amercan people are fat, obese and overweight. Morgan Spurlock is a dick for fucking with McDonalds. Unless they start putting dead rats into their Chicken McNuggets, I don’t want to hear about it. McDonalds never made anyone eat 1500 calories per meal. they just sell it. Kudos to Mickey D’s. I don’t know where to go from that so, whatever. Food is good.
Next up Politics.
I don’t give a fuck anymore. It got boring. I liked reading about how the president is doing and what not. I use to get angry at him a lot. I still think Bill OReilly is a shitbag, and Ann Coulter is the devil. She really pisses me off. I was in Barnes and Nobel in Myrtel beach the other week, looking for a good beach book and I see her newest book, Godless: The Church of Liberalism. I laughed at the first sight of it. I did look inside it, she makes pretty mean hearted statements by grouping all liberals into one sterotype. Darwin loving, bible bashing, abortion loving, god hating fools. I personally have never met a liberal who hated god. Maybe they don’t believe in God, but why would they believe in Him, and then decide to hate Him. That doesn’t make sense. I’d recommend this book to someone close minded. My dad tells me to ignore those two characters, but it’s hard to. I watch Bill O’Reilly every now and then. The show is almost as funny as The Daily Show or Colbert Report. Not funny-funny, but funny-scary. I figure eventually Bill will have unwed teenager mothers and pregnancy tests on his show. Whatever though. I don’t really care anymore.
Local News…?
Top Story in Mankato, Minnesota. No one cares. So instead, I’ll tell you how drunk I got the past nights. Very. I’ll start with Thursday. That was a fun night. It started with going to a softball game. Oh shit. Let’s do Wednesday instead. Moon Rocks Attack Local Couch (or couch on fire, thrown off balcony)… both are accurate. Moving out has it’s ups and downs. Moving sucks, it’s boring and hard work. The nice part of it is that there is always stuff that can be destroyed. A group of friends and I went out to the bars, got nice and smashed, coming home with a couple beers taken from a nice friendly bar, we decided to get the party started with fire extinguishers. I, Thomas, do feel bad about spraying one of my friends in the face with one. She was upset. Whoops! The couch. Nobody wanted it? Lighter? Check. Lighter Fluid? Check. Old Stupid Couch? Check. Balcony? Check. Flaming Inferno getting tossed from a second story balcony? Check. Cops? Check. Big Red Fire Engine? Check. Possible big ass fine? Check. Lecture about growing up? Check.
Thursday, softball game. 5 dollar cup night.Shit, I can’t remember Thursday anymore. Sorry.
Friday… Cliff finished his last final, so he could get drunk with me. Whiskey and Cokes and then the bar. Darts were thrown, shots were taken, and a mustache was awesome. That’s pretty much it. We eneded up at Hy-Vee at like 3am, with no ride and no ability to walk. But, we had a pound of hamburger and some bombass ambition to make Hamburger Helper. The taxi service was too busy to answer our calls. So I dialed every number I knew, eventually getting a ride. Word. The Helper was delicious, and Al Gore on Conan was funny. He is getting fat though. Those damn people at McDonalds. Bastards.
That’s it. I’m going to go play outside. Peace.
3 years ago • Notes
