Monday, January 14, 2008

It's Hope, Bitch

"Sometimes, a girl has to be naughty to get herself out of a jam."

-Domino

I don't get it. The media once admitted to how ridiculous their coverage of things only to continue on with what we were complaining about. Okay, I'll slightly understand the need to become a tabloid in order to get people watching. CNN loves Britney Spears and Anna Nicole. Apparently, every person killed in Iraq by our planes or marines was Al Qaeda. Jeez, these guys really get around after years and years of fighting. But how the fuck is it that the media, mostly spoiled liberal arts majors, continue to only talk about Obama, Clinton, Mitt, Rudy, and McCain but nothing much on Jon Edwards?

No, I'm not going all political on you. I'm just curious as to why Jon Edwards's message of how corporate America is fucking the common man has not gotten through. You'd swear that the only people battling for the presidency were the ones mentioned above. It is nice that the word 'Change' that all the candidates keep talking about is also about how much poorer we've gotten. Hillary can cry all she wants. The bitch still doesn't get it and neither does the American public's insisting everything be about Obama and her.

Fuck this shit. I'm tired of the media's lazy messages where a woman putting up nude pictures on the Internet is suddenly a porn star. No recession!?! Dude, look around you! We've been in a recession for 3 to 4 months that I can say has happened. I don't know what you've been told but seeing people barely get by sure as hell means the Republicans have done fucked up again.

I like Jon Edwards but am going for Obama still, though. He's the only one that can beat a Republican candidate, where the pickings equal zero. One has a son that got caught killing a cat while he was a Boy Scout. Can you say possible serial killer?

At work, I had to view various things marked for Valentine's Day. Ask any person and you'll get mixed thoughts. The single guy/gal will say how much it would mean to have someone in their bed because the rest of the world is going at it like gerbils in heat. Those in relationships will be looking in their wallets for how far they're going to go in terms of gifts. Me? I'm trying to put this out of my mind for now even if I do agree that times are tough to even find a quiet moment with someone. We're just too fucking busy trying to get that cake, yo. Is it possible to be too tired to fuck? You bet yo' sweet cellulite-filled ass it is. I'm a zombie and Sara looks like she wants to kill someone.

Speaking of Valentine's Day........

Remember, it is the day that I got my ass handed to me by the girl that took my flower. Yeah, we all start somewhere when it comes to the bedroom. For me, it was being 19 and learning the stuff sex ed. never taught all thanks to a 29-year-old named Kristan. Last night, I got all sentimental because the movie I watched with her was playing, Vision Quest.

You can stop here if you wish because some have already heard this story thousands of times. I hate it when I get like this, it's late at night and I'm already deep into the movie that I've done seen too many times. Besides, it's kind of nice to watch a wrestler make the weight of 168 in order to take on the best of the best. Kristan and I knew it got much worse because there is a whole other story of this guy before the big match takes place. Laudin, the high school wrestler trying make weight, meets Carla, an older woman staying while his dad fixes her car. You know the damn thing by heart. That girl is going to make the easily impressionable boy a man.

Damn, Vision Quest. Good ol' 80's movies with heart and a little bit of Journey to help us remember how ridiculous but possible things can happen. How was I to know I'd be sitting on a couch with an older lady that would then say, "If I could sleep with anyone in the world, it would be you." How the fuck am I to answer that? I know nothing. You know everything. After having your way with 22 penises, how can I, barely out of high school, be worthy? Like Carla in Vision Quest, Kristan told me that it was how different I was. We'd stay up late and discuss politics and argue any topic. Even the fucking school system got a major paragraph from me.

So, there you have it. Ultrarooster was once a virgin for a short while after the age of 19. Scared? Oh, fucking hell yeah. That woman had to practically rape me because I was slightly shy about having my most sensitive parts on display. Times have changed. I'll just fucking use my penis to wave at Sara when she needs a good laugh after sex now.

Work has been exhausting. If I'm not thinking back to the good old days where I had my flower or avoiding the Valentine's Day shit coming through, it's spent being asked how much I bench-press (Like I've never heard that.....) or watching chaos happen when machines break down. Skinny white boys move faster than you think. That's a fact.

So, I'm outta here as I find myself freezing downstairs. We've got snow, only a small amount for now. Sometimes, I wonder if anyone thinks about politics and why the average joe is too stupid to vote for what he/she really needs. Oh, that's right. It's important for us all to know that Britney Spears missed her latest deposition. How the fuck did I know that? Happy twats all around.

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