I can remember clearly the days when I could hop out of bed after partying all night, run my fingers through my hair, and head to work.
Now, I wake up looking like last nights used condom, thrown carelessly to the floor, and feel like I have been trampled by a herd of pigs.
I have taken to laying on the couch, and Nat runs and gets the detangler spray and a brush, and does me like a Barbie Styling Head.
Eventually, like any self-respecting Terminator, I reassemble, and rediscover my youth. For a bit.
Speaking of diseased foreskins, has anyone seen that walking pustule John McCain lately? He almost makes that butt-plug Ron Paul look good. Almost. I'd like to waterboard the fuck out of the both of them, just for fun. "Solve Pi to the 200th decimal point! What?" Bubble bubble...
Sigh...snow is everywhere, and there is not one person I will vote for in the upcoming election debacle. Please God, can we get a nice dictatorship? Impale GWB on the White House lawn, and put Dick Cheney in charge, with Scooter Libby as his veep?