im very thankful for so much, but instead of making a long list
lets just say that im thankful that if i made a long list it would get read.
so thank you al gore for the internet.
and thank you to all my teachers who taught me how to write.
if thats what youd call this.
heres a passage from the new blook, how to blog, which i read from just a few minutes ago.
fuck jimmy fallon. fuck friends. fuck rush limbaugh. fuck the view. fuck the president. fuck smog. fuck hemmoriods. fuck taxes. fuck colin quinn. fuck sally jesse fucking raphael. fuck american idol when theyre not auditioning people. fuck rick dees. fuck casey kasem. fuck people who care how i spell. fuck people who leave anonymous negative feedback.
fuck carson daly.
fuck the la times.
fuck rude drivers, aids, dollar chinese food that tastes like dog, fuck shrimp fried rice that has onions in it after i politely asked for no onions, fuck my phone that never stops ringing.
my buddy travis k. is pleading with me to not fuck friends so i rescind my fucking of friends and i double fuck jimmy fallon who has a week to learn tina feys jokes and ALWAYS fucks them up.
fuck the fcc. when will adults get their tvs back?
fuck colin powell for not running. fuck michael powell for being more of an uncle tom sellout than his sellout dad.
fuck the yankees. fuck sars. fuck the terrorists. fuck the idea of terrorists. fuck the terror alert level.
fuck britney spears and her wedding. double fuck britney spears and her annulment. fuck the judge who took the bribe and annulled her marriage even though you cant annul marriages because “it was a joke” dumbass.
fuck the malloof brothers.
fuck people who make bad movies.
fuck meter maids. fuck the pope. fuck all the cardinals. fuck some of my old bosses. fuck the white sox. fuck lice.
fuck bart giammottis rotting corpse.
fuck kathy lee gifford. still.
fuck almost everything thats on the radio.
fuck newscasters fuck djs fuck dance clubs fuck tickemaster to all hell.
fuck george bush and his father and his mother. yep fuck his mother too.
fuck quiet riot, fuck becks last few records, fuck pearl jam and 103.1s love affair with them, fuck KROQ, fuck dumbass motherfuckers who always end up not only in my life but central to my life.
fuck the flu
fuck young republicans, fuck screaming babies, fuck kids who have kids, fuck starbucks, fuck abecrombie, fuck tommy hillfucker, fuck fear, fuck zima, fuck yuma, fuck barry bonds, fuck steroids
fuck sub-eighty degree temps in southern california.
fuck carpal tunnel syndrome.
and of course