Don't Talk

Well, it's been a while since I've written anything meaningful.

Classes are going. I'm barely 2 whole weeks into the semester and I've already skipped 4 classes. Yes! Homework sucks, but I'll get used to it.

Got my hair cut yesterday, or the day before. I don't remember which. Feels good. My stylist back home told me that I need to let it grow out. Not alot, but just a little. So, I decided to just get a trim. Looks good. My hair is still soft like a baby's behind. No, scratch that. Softer.

Tonight was the State of the Union thing. Didn't watch that. But I bet there are plenty of audio files floating around right now. But I'm not going to criticize anyone. Too many people are willing to be judge, jury, and executioner. I'll be the first to admit that if I were president, I would screw up.

But I would also like to say that I would cut taxes, get the country out of debt, and put a stripper in every pot. While I'm in office, if you're between the ages of 18 and 35, you can vote. If you can convince your spouse to let you have another husband or wife, it's legal. Hot women cannot marry any man who is older than her father. Men cannot marry a woman who is younger than his oldest daughter.

1310AM The Ticket will be the official radio station of the nation. My Secretary of Defense will be Avery Johnson. I will place Bill Parcells in charge of Social Security. My vice president will be Kate Beckinsale, unless she is married at the time. Otherwise, it will be Elisha Cuthbert. Yes, she's Canadian, but I don't care.

Attack of the Show will be on each of the major channels at 8PM Eastern, 7PM Central. Scrubs will not be replaced with a State of the Union thing. All Dallas Mavericks games will be aired on ESPN.

But you have to vote. For me.