Well, here I am in my building’s cyber center for tenants and my time is limited. These things time out and Habib from #583 is eyeballing me impatiently. No doubt he has to string together a a couple of sentences filled with consonance to send back home to some country ending in “stan”, telling the family that all is as well as can be in that Great Satanic Embrace he and his ilk call “Houston”.
To be honest, on some days when the traffic is clogging every artery in the city as well as the ones leading to my heart, I’m inclined to agree with him.
For those of you inquiring as to my emotional welfare, I’m fine. This break up, while not easy, hasn’t been difficult either. I found out a few things recently. Having a well connected family can be a God send when you need reasons to believe. Therefore, I’m through with him. Oh yes..make no mistake; we are done. He’s a liar. In fact, the word “pathological” could easily precede that and be as apt as hell. This break was on him. He did it and yes, it hurt. He hurt me, but he’ll never cop to that. It’s impossible for him to acknowledge any wrong doing on his part. This clarity; this acuity…I now know that which I only suspected is liberating. I am free.
Cock sucking, mother fucker, shit faced, asshole, dickless rancid sack of lying scrotum.
There. You’ll never see his name mentioned on my blog again.
To add insult to injury, I also lost my job. Thanks to the economy, the horrific aftermath of Hurricane Ike and karmic retribution for calling a girl “Tick Face” once back in fourth grade, I’m out of work. The station can no long afford a full time comedy writer. So remember that post a few weeks back in which I asked for a job? I mean it. I was serious. Hire me. Ask around. Seriously.
Well, I have to go. Habib is texting someone with fervor while looking at me periodically, and frankly, that makes me leary about starting my car later so with that I’ll leave you for now.
I don’t know when my PC will be back from the Cyber Hospital, but it should be in the next day or two. That means, I’ll miss making fun of tonight’s election. This is death for a pundit. But, se le guerre.
But really, is there any doubt about who’ll emerge victorious? I mean, really. The mainstream media REALLY did it’s job. So, the next time we talk, there’s a very good chance, we’ll be wondering about President Obama’s administration.
President Obama. Say it real fast. It sounds like a lot of different things if you do.
The end of days.