Anything new to report? How 'bout that Democratic Nomination bizniz... crazy, huh? Was I the only one channeling Eddie Murphy, talkin' 'bout, "The motherfucker won?" Wow, America. I'm actually shocked. Or did you do this just for kicks? To dangle the carrot on the fishing line and then right when he goes to take a bite *POW* sniper on the grassy knoll?
OH, wait, before I continue- Let's just get a few things out of the way...
First, OMG, I'm sooooo happy to report that BROOKLYN is getting a new IKEA!!!! That's right; no more travelling all the way to Elizabeth or Long Island to shop for stuff I don't really need and that I'll have to build myself. Now I can just hop on the F, get off at 4th Avenue, and catch the shuttle to IKEA. IN BROOKLYN.
You're welcome to come along; Swedish meatballs on me! Okay, wait, that sounded gross... never mind...
NEXT, I want to give a few NUT JOB OF THE YEAR awards to a few people real quick:
To Irene- for having a countdown to my blog return on Twitter! Talk about pressure...
To Mari- for comparing my vacation to the recent Writer's Strike and saying to me, "All right, we get it. You need a break. Now get back to posting."
To Lani- for that photo on your blog... you know the one I mean... don't make me tell your bizniz!
And to Jack- for blatantly and unapologetically rubbing his stupid central air conditioning in my face when I told him I was melting in the heat.
There.
Now, back to the topic at hand... Obama.
Jack made it a point to tell me that I stopped blogging right when history was being made, because B-Ma won the Democratic Nomination (R.I.P Clinton Campaign). And yeah, I guess he's right, but I was less concerned about dude's historical accomplishments and more with The Bet I made with Lani and Mari...
(I'll give you a minute to read the post in the link before I continue...
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done? cool!)
But I maintain that everything will be okay; I will not have to date some greasy emo dude in skinny jeans because 1- this is still America, right? Where a black man still can't catch a break, right? Okay, just checking... and 2- emo dudes wouldn't come anywhere NEAR my stank and cranky self. EVER.
So go ahead; vote for Obama all you want. Put his weed-lips-havin' ghetto-ass in the White House. See if I care. See my hand here?
Steady as can be, bitches! I'm not afraid for my rep AT ALL.
*smooches...actually looking forward to election day*
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I'm really curious as to how Mari is gonna pull this off... more power to ya, hon!
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