You know what this is, a recap of sorts!

Today was haircut day, and the wait at the barber shop wasn't as long as usual on weekends. I was behind about 3 people but that was all. My adopted barber cuts my hair pretty fast now. He has gotten use to how I want my tapered cut to rock. It's a beautiful thing, and I look real nice. Nice enough to be eaten by Jessica Alba, Shakira, or Nicole. Hell, all three can have a nice sized chunk of me. I wouldn't mind it at all, to be stretched to exhaustion by these lovely,lovely females. Talk about heaven, yeah, that's my version of the place. To think, I would assume that's a lot of heterosexual men's opinion of what heaven should really have there and be like. I mean, what type of place that's supposed to be paradise, not have these women. I couldn't think of a better way for me to spend an eternity. Then again, would that be their version of heaven, and I am assuming that, I, being in the equation might be axed out. So what I want in my heaven won't be want they want in theirs. Figures, I can never really get what I want. It always interferes with someone else's wishes. Damn blasted choices.

Well, I was at the Parks Mall in Arlington. You already know, it must of been give-a-pretty-girl a handclap day. Because I saw some lovelies that deserved an applause today. Everytime I go there, I anticipate the next time I will be there. It's that serious with me, and I go to shop at Foleys Department store. I've purchased a lot of items from Foleys, and my wardrobe seems to be getting better, ah, why am I being humble. My operation funky fresh is back on and poppin. I am sticking my foot in their asses once again. Once again, it's the incredible. I am relentless now, and stepping my game up to a new height. Not the level of tallness that I was at prior, but at a nice level tall. Don't be fooled, I will reach that meteoric rise once again. Sooner than most people think. I am focused on regaining every ounce of confidence that I lost.

Countdown to FEMA, they still haven't sent me anything. Not even a word of advice. I tell you, the government helps those in need, but unless you're white, they help at their own pace.

Daddy Brad, yep, he's going to adopt his "friend's" kids. Why don't people just say that they're fucking the crazy legs out of each other? I know I would, if I was having intercourse with Ms.Jolie, or if I swung that way, with Mr.Pitt. I digress, I give them all the best.

Oprah handled herself nicely with Letterman. I didn't have any doubts that she would, but it was interesting to see. For as long as I can recall, she has always been the interviewer not the other way around. It made some very good t.v. moments to close out the 2005 year forever.

til next time. hunt for the kill to save the starving villagers, and roam safely in the wilderness