obdurate

WHOA! So december 27th, huh? Guess that's the last time I wrote anything in this "journal" of mine. I never have been good at keeping these things. Or keeping track of time or money etc. Anyway, I tried to look up some information online regarding this whole war issue, and nothing really came up. So, what's the deal with that, huh? Is there still a war? Obviously there is because you still hear conversation about it, and see it on the covers of the local mags... Here's what pisses me off about online "news": I don't give a shit about Ashley Simpson's botched performance - we all knew she sucked. And as far as Britney Spears' little sis being the next mega-pop Skipper, I think someone should replay the footage of Ashley over and over and over to her until she just gives it up and decides to be a middle school teacher. Or something who cares. And as far as the rain goes, dammit Los Angeles, it was just fucking WATER. You live right next to the ocean and you can't believe that shit comes down from the sky? I really, really don't care about Brad and Jen and Ben and Jen and whoever else is this week's heartbreaking breakup unless you're gonna show me the footage of some drunken coked up 4am scuffle where the hooker they rented comes running out of the mansion without any clothes on and someone gets hurt. You can call me sick, but I have had a little casae of the flu.
I just want the freaking news. That's all I want. Whatever.
I bitch way too much. Oh well. Sorry.
Oh yeah, I started writing a western. Godammn, it's some funny shit.