||[Jan. 23rd, 2005|10:54 pm]
|||||Listening to Rush!||]|
I love President Bush, I love President Bush, boy do I LOVE PRESIDENT BUSH.
Wait, not in a fag way.
He's just so fucking awesome. So I'm walking to my apartment the other day (I had a bagel at this neo-liberal joint for lunch, long story, don't ask...) and I was really pissed off (as if!) so I walk past this gun shop and decide to go in. Let me tell you, everyone in there was really cool and liked me, PEOPLE IN NEW YORK CITY LIKED ME! People usually don't, so I usually beat their faces into pulp, but these people were OK. Anyways, so we're talking and guess what I buy?
And it finally was cleared and all yesterday and I've got it. I keep walking around my apartment with it slung across my back because it makes me feel important. And when I'm alone I like to dodge around corners and stuff. Dammit, I'm awesome. On a lower note, this one time I had cartwheeled over the couch and the gun accidently went off...lucky the dog had left, heh.
And the whole inauguration was just a blast, I've never had so many drunk conservative women hit on me that did at all the balls that night. I took full advantage of their intoxication, as if I'd let that go to waste.
Alan's shut up a bit too, knows I'm right about everything.
Plus I have a gun now! HEHEHE yay.
And I haven't talked to Ann since the whole alan/mistletoe fiasco. What a fucking bitch.
Stupid whore. I hate her.
She could drop five pounds, too.
SEAN HANNITY, 007.