I'm Addicted to You

What? I can't rip a song title once in a while?

I was so desperate on my National Merit application that I wrote about this blog. Now I live in constant fear that someday someone will come asking about it.

Guess I better stop cussing and shit.

Oh but this is fun to keep up, isn't it? Besides beating the heck out of doing IB homework, I also get to practice sounding and writing like an idiot. My God, I've just realized, this blog is the reason for my decline in language skills. Soon, I will begin drooling and whistling incoherently, even though I don't know how to whistle.

I can't keep up with everything. I just can't. It's like putting George Bush into a ghetto.

"Like the black people, damnit!"
"I can't! I just don't know how!"
"We'll shoot your father if you don't hug at least one black person."
"No daddy, NOOOOOO!!!!"

Now, let's all take a moment to pray for those affected by Hurricane Katrina, especially that guy who made off with about 37 Ecko t-shirts. Lord have mercy on them.

Amen.