I believe this oil spill (and the chemical being used to "clean" it) is going to kill us all.  Seriously; you know the philosophical question about what you would do if you only had a few days/weeks/months to live?  If the oil spill isn't contained, that question has just become quite real.  Fucking stupid BP

People are protesting BP today (too bad I didn't know this before I ran dangerously low on gas near a BP station this morning.  I've been avoiding the news because it's depressing me).  I respect that, but protesting isn't going to save lives. Right now, efforts should be concentrated on finding a solution.  Otherwise, we can protest all we want, but we'll all still wind up dead.

Toxic ocean = toxic rain = toxic ground water x toxic air = asphyxiation, sterilization, starvation and dehydration = DEATH

Animal Quiz

Have you ever taken one of those animal personality quizzes?
You know, the "what animal are you" questionnaires that always give the following options:

Lion, Bear, Lamb, zzzzzzzzzzzz

The options are always the same and you always know where they're going with it; boring right?

I thought it over today and decided that my animal personality is....

the KANGAROO

I love kangaroos. They're right up there with dolphins.  Yeah, I could be a dolphin too if I didn't have such a deep-seated fear of wild waters.  Why a kangaroo, you ask?

Because they look cute and unassuming, but if you mess with them, you're in for the ass kicking of your life.

So yeah, I'm a f***ing kangaroo.  GRRR!

Shacking Up

People don't move in together out of love anymore.
Long gone are the days of,

"It's getting serious."
"I think he/she's the one."

I've grown to realize that, nowadays, moving in with a woman is often about convenience for a man.
Plainly put, it's easy access to p**sy.
Or a quick cure for the lonelies
but love, the shit sometimes ain't.

Sometimes, I think I only want what's out of my reach.

Chick-fil-a's peach milkshake is like an orgasm in a cup
Seriously, try that s**t.