Just f***ing laugh.
Will Smith is a jackass.
Aside from doing his children the huge disservice of having them home-schooled, he made this comment to an interviewer:
“The date of The Boston Tea party does not matter. I know how to learn anything I want to learn. I absolutely know that I could learn how to fly the space shuttle because someone else knows how to fly it, and they put it in a book. Give me the book, and I do not need somebody to stand in front of the class.”
I sincerely hope that teachers everywhere boycott his movies from now on.
I hate when celebrities open their mouths and say things that some screenwriter hasn’t written for them. They sound like morons most of the time.
He and that nitwit wife of his will be scientologists soon.
If they’re not already, and haven’t made it public.
Stupid Michael Richards.
Two words: MEL GIBSON.
It’s ok to be a great big racist, but maybe you should keep the racial slurs within the confines of the Klan meeting, no?
Maybe it’s time to check into rehab.
This morning at work, in the kitchen there was a plate with some bread and a note with Celestia’s writing.
“Pumpkin bread. Didn’t come out write.”
Ok. First, she used the wrong form on the word “right”. She does this in work emails all the time, and it drives me crazy. She even has a desk-reference set she keeps at her desk, and she still writes like an illiterate.
And she’s expecting people to eat bread she admits wasn’t good.
Things with her have been very testy lately. She got mad about something the boss told her to do, and took that as a personal attack from me (she’s insane. that’s the only explanation I can offer as to how I got blamed for something I was nowhere near being involved with), so she complained to my boss about me, and about how mean I am, and how she doesn’t understand (and here’s where it gets good) why our relationship is so strained now.
OUR RELATIONSHIP.
The fact that she thinks we have any sort of relationship is just further proof how batshit crazy she is.
DMX and I were both talking about how our jobs make us mad about things that have nothing to do with us, and don’t usually affect us in any way.
(As an aside, I usually tell DMX to kiss my ass whenever he complains about his job, because he makes a bunch of money for watching fucking television for a living.)
(Clearly, I am jealous.)
So DMX showed me something he wrote on the back of his badge. It just said “JFL”.
“JFL? What the hell does that mean?”
“Just fuckin’ laugh.”
At first I thought this was silly. But then I decided to try out this retarded mantra for myself.
I don’t know if it’s doing anything to make me feel better, but I love the looks people give me when I laugh for no good reason.
ps. Isn’t my desktop picture so pretty? Scott’s so talented.
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