I just felt the need to post that watching Mike Tyson on Conan tonight is goddamn hilarious. He really does find himself funny. Also, his story of religion and Jesus was touching. In a dirty way.
Huh huh huhuhuhuhuhuh *poW*
In other news, I got a few more free classics from Kobo tonight...which is what I've done each night for the past week. Nothing is grabbing me lately, literature-ly. After Edith Wharton's "House of Mirth" and more Frances Hodgson-Burnett than I can list, plus a few Andre the Giant-sized handfuls of other Ladies Novels (aka, shit that happened so long ago you think it's going to be utterly irrelevant but holy crap, it is just dang interesting) and maybe I'm burned out.
To that, I say something my dear ol' friend Becky once taught me: invraisemblable! It is highly unlikely that I've suddenly stopped enjoying the style of fiction I've been lapping up for a long time. My guess? Depression. That dick is following me around like a stalker with no clue about stealth.
So now it is up to me to deal with it. Again! Because much like my painful, pointless period, it is going to be a regular occurrence in my life; unlike my period, it will never actually end.
Dammit; I meant to be all perky and shit here. *thinks...thinks...!*
Well, what you can't see is my stiff back and upthrust little skittle-titties. They're still sort of perky since they're so dang small, so THERE is your perky.
I will save you from the shit.
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