Ghetto Superstar!

How can it be, that I have not talked about my ghetto fabulous car?

I know what you're thinking Buick= Gangsta. The extra smooth ride plus the sheer size makes it a total ghetto mobile, I know. Ol Bessy Lou is a total beast. But the most ghetto aspect of my blue Buick is the fact that to change where the heat blows out (you know feet or defrost) I have to use a wrench. Yeah. The knob snapped off and I'm tooling around with a huge wrench that's about three times too big for the job in my front seat. That's what makes my car ghetto. Not exactly a good idea to try and switch the air flow while driving...no. Don't, don't try it. It's pimp alright.

In other news, what the hell Blogger? What is this "Blogs of Note"? This seemingly unimportant recognition of a person's blog you have going on? I want that! Pick me! Choose me! Recognize me! (I got a crinkled bill with George Washington on for anyone who can tell me what TV show I was channeling with that last line)

Creepy message board people are just that, creepy. I'm talking about the weirdos on IMDB who say the weirdest things and the people on the Dirty Jobs one on Discovery (YES! I have been there ok? I just read them when I'm bored! I'm not one of the weird posters) Dude those people on that one...they scare me. They know that what they're saying will be read by someone on the show and they still say it. They're crazy. It's like ok, vocalize your stalkerness and say things that go beyond the normal fandom of "oh I like the show. Oh your cute. Oh your funny" and go to the beyond. The land of creepy obsession. Just go read some of the threads floating around out there. Crazies. All around. Some message boards are fine. They're normal with normal people who aren't creepy. Ok. Done with that.

In case you were wondering, which I'm guessing you're not, only one more thing on my list to blog about. Ironically enough, it's the first thing I have on it. And no, not everything I've said has been on the list...Right.

I'm gonna make like a fetus and head out.
Catch you on the flip side, homes!