Butting Out

MySpace tells me that 4 people have read my blog today. That's so nice of you to do considering I haven't posted anything in over a week. You must be really bored or haven't stopped by in a while. Either way, it's good to see you again. Last week I was a little more concerned with training Jess on the Cat and getting my crap together on ZZL to have the time to write a blog. Now, I don't have to wake up at the badonkadunk crack of dawn so I'm not as mopey.

I think people get really lazy with words. Like making up new words. The first thing that comes to mind is butt cleavage. You remember butt cleavage. Jamie Lynn's older sister and other classy gals around Hollywood started the trend where they would wear their pants really low and show where the sun doesn't shine. Except for in their case the sun would shine because their parents were awful human beings and were probably too busy drinking mai tais than raising their kids. These are the kind of girls my grandma likes to call floozies. Ladies, you do not want to be a floozy. I'm not really sure what the requirements are, but I hear that One Night In Paris Hilton is giving out free lessons. Anyway, why call it butt cleavage anyway? Why not make up a new word? We already had cleavage. That was a perfect opportunity to start a verbal trend as well. Ariel did it. Why can't we? Other examples are hot, cool, sweet, and capillaries. One of those doesn't belong. Gordon from Sesame Street wants you to pick which one.

So yeah, I'm a rock jock now. This means I get to pause more in between sentences and act like I don't care that I'm here. Also, almost immediately I started growing chest hair and smoking 3 packs of cigarettes a day. The All-Request Lunch is a little different than the Lost 80's Lunch. It's pretty much a lot of the same songs we play anyway, just in a request format. So I'm not sure if I'll put up the playlist or not. Maybe I'll just write you a poem every day or possibly a sonnet. No chance I will write you a limerick though. Those things are downright difficult. If you have any suggestions, you can send me a message via the internets.

The weekend was good. I swam, rode my bike some, played basketball, ate ice cream, played video games, and watched baseball and fireworks. All that and I'm not even 8 years old. Amazing.

Oh, so it seems like my entire family is on Facebook now. So, I'm going to start posting these little blogs on Facebook as well.

Oh and one more thing. Big news. I got my 100th Obama is a Muslim e-mail today. They have now surpassed the donate money to an African prince notes and now only trail the Viagra offers. If all goes according to plan, however, they might just surpass all by November. I'll fill you in on the stats as we go along.

Ta ta for now.