This mofo...this mofo right here is the reason that I feel the need to get violent sometimes. I'm normally not a very physical person. Actually, the only physical activity I really enjoy is moving my hand from my food to my mouth. But you know I would really like to meet this jackass just so I can run up on him and punch him really hard in the side of the head. Or maybe pay someone to give him a good donkey punch. (Learned that term a few years ago courtesy of an American University student...and NO, he just gave us the definition. I've got ABSOLUTELY NO kind of EXPERIENCE with all of that. I don't play NONE of that type of shit.)

Anyway, back to Blagojadummy. What in the monkey fuck is he thinking? I cannot even begin to fathom the utter and complete fuckery going on in his head. I can't even laugh at his dumb ass any more. I can only shake my head.

You (all two of you who read this here blog) may have noticed that I haven't posted in the last couple of days for a couple. Number one, the crazy blog lust wore off. Don't front like you don't know what I'm talking about. You know how you do when you just start...start um, having sexy times with a new "friend". And you do it all day long, every day for like a couple weeks and then the novelty wears off and you barely acknowledge them when they enter a room. Yeah, I call that non-stop "action" hot monkey lust. Something like what I was experiencing when I started this blog. The hot blog lust that I was experiencing last week died this past weekend...with a quickness.

Number two, one of my eyes gave up the ghost this weekend and then the other followed suit a couple of hours later. So right now I'm struggling to even watch my favorite educational programs on TV because my eyes hurt so badly. I don't even know who is currently still in it for the love of Ray J. And I had to practically squint, and hold my head as my eyes throbbed, through the whole reunion episode of Rock of Love. But I managed to keep my eyes open long enough to see Bret Michaels reach all the way down to Mindy's toes with that "deep kissing" he was doing with that rotten ass tongue of his. In case you're wondering, my ma calls it "deep kissing"...I just shuddered as I typed that.

So there's been a little too much blog lust and a little too much computer screen action for me recently. So I won't be up in this bitch every two minutes for a while. Gotta go easy on the peepers so I don't miss any of the Real Housewives of New Jersey, aka Mafia Wives Gone Bad.

Toodles,
M.M. Misfit