Hello,
Top' o the afternoon to you in blogosphere. I suppose you've been wondering what's been going on with me (get me oucha head girl) and I guess the answer is, according to CNBC, stagflation, but you already knew that you go getter. Every time there's a lull in SUV driving socialites purchasing penchant it's the indicator of the final economic decay of our hemisphere. Well you know what? Screw that. It's time they started understanding the true reason SUV sales are down. That is quite simply, that Fresh Prince episodes have become a late night staple on TV; rendering the entire country unmovable. Difficult to understand I know, but this country lives and dies by the television plus have you seen the one where Will gets a car and doesn't have insurance?
Answer this question though, which do you think would stir the American Public more, if the President Pro Tempe got shot on his way to work by a mugger or if Simon showed his genitals on American Idol? The answer is obvious however, what's not is the joke that sets me up for.... Simon's genitals? Wouldn't that be an American I"don't"?
That aside, it's been pretty okay although, I suppose with graduation looming I should have more to say. In instances like this though I can't help but think of Beetle Bailey. Would he have something profound to say on this topic, shit 'naw. However, he, mainly because you can never see his eyes, always has a air of knowing what's going on about him. Smug and sly, he always seems adjusted quite right. He reminds me of myself, although with me you never see my eyes because I'm always right behind you, plotting. With a knife. Sharpening it. To use it. On someone.
I'll tell you this though, before I run, it doesn't take a lot to completely take the oomph out of your padoodle. If your like me then you like to regard yourself as somewhat of a "person." As such (and contrary to what you think I am) you might be as foolhardy to think that no matter what. you'll always be able to say: communicate, converse, convene, connive, concierge, conflagrate but what you don't know is how easily that can all be ripped from you. All it takes is deprivation from some very basic things and, voila, you are a screwball. Think you interact well in social groups? Try not sleeping for four days. Think you can construct a semi-meaningful presentation on something pertinent to your career? Try starving yourself for five days prior. Necessary, no, but try and find your limits. I think you'll find yourself startlingly vulnerable.
Pussy.
Check ya,
A.J.S.
