Work has just pissed me off. WhatEV.
I've also read some really depressing rumours about Dave Chappelle being batshit crazy. Okay, I don't think he was ever what you'd call
normal,
but that's sad.
I'm also in receipt of spam trying to sell me Christian Satellite TV. Unless by Christian you mean Bale, please leave me the fuck alone.
I just burned toast in a major way. There's smoke everywhere. Stupid toaster.
What's on Christian Satellite TV, or is just regular satellite TV sold by Christians?
Gud, pay-per-view Rapture.
Gud, pay-per-view Rapture.
The Rapture will not be televised.
But it totally should be! That would be some exciting stuff.
The Rapture will not be televised.
Nah, from what I've heard the media will be sticking around. Well, not the 700 Club.
I read about Chappelle's Show being taken off the schedule without comment, ita. It's driving me batshit crazy with the curiousity.
I like sharing my feelings, but sometimes it's not easy.(Although sometimes it is, and those people scare the hell out of me...the ones that make me want to do that.)
That is why one of my favorite scenes in the Wire is when two veteran detectives have this exchange:
JIMMY: Know why I respect you, Bunk?(They've both had a few, of course.)
BUNK: No.
J: Because you could've just bent me backwards over a radio car, but you didn't.(You know he's saying "You've taught me so much) You were real gentle.
BUNK: I knew it was your first time. I wanted that shit to be special.(It's no big deal. Happy to do it.)
It's weirdly heartwarming. Real, too, because most times people don't say what's on their minds like on a talk show.