It's been quiet around here for a little while. I'm not bored ... just ... it's quieter than usual.
Okay fine, here's the deal: I had plans for Saturday, and it was something that was gonna be like an all day thing. But they just called and canceled, like literally just got off the phone ... and now I got nothing. My weekend is suddenly empty. And all my friends are busy because I told them I was gonna be busy.
I'm just saying ... it might be cool if something happened that really pissed me off. Then I'd have shit to do. Nothing big, I'm not picky. Maybe a sports announcer can say "negro" while referring to a brother athlete, or a white police officer can get let off for beating an African American gentleman who was escorting his momma to church. Yeah, that'd be good. See, I'm already starting to get a little pissed off just thinking about it. And that's good.
Nothing kills time like a good ol' fashioned boycott, and let's just say I've been listening extra-hard to Howard Stern and those Opie and Anthony fellas, and the second they slip the "N" word, I'm gonna rain down on their ass like the next Katrina.
Ahh Katrina. Man oh man oh man, those were the days. Not a second went by that I wasn't on TV being all like "shit's fucked up" or on the radio going like, "Bush is a demon". But you know, I gotta move on. This is a lifestyle, no living in the past.
Come on, Opie and Anthony. You know you want to. Just say the word. The "N" word.
Who fucking does that anyway, cancels plans for the weekend so soon? I was looking forward to it; I hadn't seen this friend in a while. Dumbass.