I don't care about freaking Sherrod and her allowable racism and subsequent suing of a blogger.
I don't care about Anne Rice and her dis-infranchised Catholic turned Christian turned non-Christian to try to revive her dying fan base. Nor do I care if spelled it wrong or not.
I do not care about Arizona's illegal's act nor the piece of shit judge who thinks that illegals need to be treated better than legal citizens.
Fook em all.
Please Lord God, let the zombies come and eat all these assholes. Please please please.
I, instead, care about the new season of "Jersey Shore", Kahlua, 80's music, my desperate need to get back to El Paso and losing weight. I could also use a cigarette. Yes, I said CIGARETTE. Smokey smokey coffin nail.
I am at 31 lbs. 19 more and I can begin begging to go to El Paso.
I care about that too.
A zombie uprising.
With me as their gorgeous Texan Goddess.
"Eat the assholes my zombie minions!" I would say. "Go get em!!!"
Munchy crunchy smokey drinky.
It's all good.
Peace, Love and (where is my lighter??) Zombies \IiiI