Political Sex

One of the founders of WordPress was at the radio studios where I work. Nice guy… 25 years old. Probably incredibly wealthy, which is just great. Good for him. On an equally awesome note, I once got my picture taken with Ron Jeremy. It was Havasu in the 90′s, a simpler time; we were hot and sweaty, both wearing white short-sleeved button downs. Like Arnold Schwarzenegger and Danny Devito in Twins.

This guy gets to spend the weekend on a tropical island with Richard Branson to plan the future of the world. I get to pick crabs out of my armpits for a week. Put that in your diet… because it’s balanced? What? Terrible. Why did I write that? I even thought, ‘wow, this would be the worst thing to write right now.’ Why didn’t I erase it?

I thought the best thing to do for my ego would be to show this guy just who can become an Internet millionaire. So I decided to use what he created, write some stuff, and bada-bing bada-boom – millionaire. Yep, here we go. Yeah, you know what? This is hard. It took me hours just to figure out how to change the background. The directions are about five lines long. Seriously, I feel incredibly stupid. Whatever.

Now I’m blogging. And I put nothing in this first blog post about what this is going to cover. Maybe the worst blog ever? Fuck you then. I just started. Politics and Sex, and everything in-between.

I’m watching a King of Queens episode. Did Leah Ramini get fat for reals? It really looks like, but they can do crazy things with make-up. They did something like that on the Drew Carrey show. Nope, she really got fat, I’m calling it. That too bad.