That is all. Happy Humpday.
Actually no. I would like the space to vent for one second.
1. I would highly appreciate if the producers of Glee could get their shit together and for once back up a good episode with another good episode and than another one and another one. Because good shows are supposed to you know…get better. I don’t know what bull shit of a Christmas episode that was but it was how do you say? A piece of shit. The song selection sucked across the board. Rachel needs to get the fuck out of high school ASAP because chicks voice is rubbing me all kinds of gnarly. Shit. Was. Wack. Irish little exchange student needs to ride his Lucky Charm bus back the fuck to television Ireland, because if I have to hear one more sad ass I miss home song I am going to cry. You’re an exchange student, not a refugee #whyyousosad? Never again Glee never again. Stick to Sue, Santana, Brittany and…yeah that’s about it. No wait Coach Beast and Arty can come along to. And Mike Chang cuz boy can dance. Everyone else needs a god damn reboot. Stat.
2. I am going to kill a Salvation Army bell toiler. Excessive amounts of tourists not knowing where they’re going set to the soundtrack of a relentlessly chiming bell…I am going to lose my ever loving mind. ALSO take note. For real for real. DO NOT GIVE MONEY TO THE SALVATION ARMY. They are anti- gay. Aka the spawn of Satan. Ya dig? “This “non-profit” religious organization is anti-gay and actively lobbies against pro-gay legislation in the US and abroad. The money you put in that red kettle is going to anti-gay evangelical Christian lobbyists. They believe that since they’re a “church” they have the right to not hire gay people because they are sinners. Salvation Army reserves the right to discriminate in hiring, promoting, and firing gay people, and in the benefits they provide their employees. And they come right out and admit that “practicing homosexuals” are not welcome in the “church.” ” [americablog.com]
3. I have written this entire post while on the phone with customer service. It’s 2011. Fix. Yo. Shit.
Whew. Sometimes. You just gotta let it go. It’s gone. We have lift off. Peace, love and Skittles.