jimmi;

My my has it been a long and eventful absence from this electronic diary. So many disturbing occurrences and ironic observances to recount in a coherent and chronological matter. Thus I have decided to adhere to my normal storytelling style. Utter word vomit.

May I first give my accolades to Barack Obama. He beat that cracked ass cracker John McCain to and his hussy vice president Senator Palin to the ground with his superior rhetoric and his genetic endowments. I only hope that he gets to live to see the oval office and not be offed by some redneck impervious to the changes in social stigma and out right common decency. I am very relieved that there will not be another 4 years of republican reign. The possibility of Palin being the president after McCain suffers from his imminent heart attack would be disastrous to everyone. I could imagine global warming be taught in schools to be the sun hugging the earth more tightly than usual or that if you try REALLY hard you can see Russia from Alaska. Republicans scare me.

Now away from politics and to other news, apparently i look like a male prostitute. A few weeks ago i was propositioned by some seedy old guy on Oxford street. Now i don't know if i should be flattered or fucking freaked out, but this leads me to a funny story for me to recall. Back in the day i knew this girl who would dress like a hoodrat. So one day on a school mufti day she decked out her usual skampy attire and when she was waiting at the bus stop another 'lady of the night' ran up to her and yelled "RUN LOVE, THE COPS ARE COMING!". The strange lady then took the girls hand and they both ran off together to the bordellos of the skies. Needless to say that this was a gross misunderstanding of identity but it is also the epitome of hilarity to the point of self urination...maybe just two drops.

Enough for one day, over and out.




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jimmi;

My my has it been a long and eventful absence from this electronic diary. So many disturbing occurrences and ironic observances to recount in a coherent and chronological matter. Thus I have decided to adhere to my normal storytelling style. Utter word vomit.

May I first give my accolades to Barack Obama. He beat that cracked ass cracker John McCain to and his hussy vice president Senator Palin to the ground with his superior rhetoric and his genetic endowments. I only hope that he gets to live to see the oval office and not be offed by some redneck impervious to the changes in social stigma and out right common decency. I am very relieved that there will not be another 4 years of republican reign. The possibility of Palin being the president after McCain suffers from his imminent heart attack would be disastrous to everyone. I could imagine global warming be taught in schools to be the sun hugging the earth more tightly than usual or that if you try REALLY hard you can see Russia from Alaska. Republicans scare me.

Now away from politics and to other news, apparently i look like a male prostitute. A few weeks ago i was propositioned by some seedy old guy on Oxford street. Now i don't know if i should be flattered or fucking freaked out, but this leads me to a funny story for me to recall. Back in the day i knew this girl who would dress like a hoodrat. So one day on a school mufti day she decked out her usual skampy attire and when she was waiting at the bus stop another 'lady of the night' ran up to her and yelled "RUN LOVE, THE COPS ARE COMING!". The strange lady then took the girls hand and they both ran off together to the bordellos of the skies. Needless to say that this was a gross misunderstanding of identity but it is also the epitome of hilarity to the point of self urination...maybe just two drops.

Enough for one day, over and out.