Flippy - I Rant, You Read
Saturday, March 19, 2005
Crud, My Brain Cells Are Dying
According to Leigh-Ann, every time I cough, I lose a brain cell. Since that’s happened with great frequency lately, I feel I must let the Internet know that Leigh-Ann is very very mean. I’ve been sick with this damned cold for, what is it now, 16 days? I think I deserve a little sympathy for my moments of being wracked by heaving uncontrollable coughs. Now, not only are the coughs deeply distressing, but I’m assuredly losing brain cells. Crud. Maybe if I get some extra sleep in the next few days, I can grow the cells back. Aw, screw it, I is s-m-r-t enuf. I’ll just deal, man.
You know, this blog is turning into a waste of time for my three readers. I’ve written nothing of substance in weeks. The only strangers who come by are the spammers who try to spam my stats - hello, idiots, my stats that you’re spamming aren’t visible. Not only that, I’ve blacklisted your urls now. So, screw you Friendfinder affiliates, you’re not welcome here.
This Terri Schiavo business is really pissing me off. All you politicians, right-to-lifers and Mel Gibson freaks just mind your own fucking business. It’s not YOUR family member. Consider this - Terri Schiavo got into this predicament because she was anorexic or bulimic and she had a stroke. Do you people honestly think she’d want to live like this? Consider how she wanted to look before she died. Consider how she looks and what’s left of her now. Really. Think about it. There is no quality of life. Plus, if you’re on the side of Randall Terry, you can always consider yourself dead wrong. Let the poor woman go in peace.
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