this is the worst year ever!

a day down and already my soul is exhausted.

We'll we're movin on up. (movin on up) To the East Side. To a deluxe apartment in the sky. Is it just me or is that prophetic in a way? If you wanna call the East Side "Heaven" which some people do if you live in NYC. Either way, you were "Weezy" short for "Louise" and you were married to that tyrannical midget George Jefferson, of whom I liken to my STBX (soon to be ex) quite often except my STBX is white. Anyway, I watched that show and loved it for a few reasons. 1) it was on late and that meant I got to stay up late to watch it even when I was like 4 years old 2) there was a black lady married to a white man which to me represented something very significant in my young years. It meant that not only do black men like white women, but that the opposite was sometimes true, and for some reason, that made me sleep better at night. 3) all the hijinks you people got into weekly took my young emotions on a rollercoaster of pleasure and fright that delighted me to no end.

Here's why I was scared of the show:

One time I had a fever and it was really high and I dreamed that George Jefferson was the devil and then I was scared and yelled for my dad and when he came in I said "dad! George Jefferson is the devil!" and he replied "yeah, he's not very nice to Weezy, is he..." and we bonded there and had a moment of enlightenment. So RIP Isabel, you were married to the devil for years and THAT, my dear friend, should earn you a place in heaven next to God Himself.

is it 2005 yet?

or do I have to get drunk first in order to start the date changing process?

I don't really know how Kwanzaa died or how he/she came to have a holiday named after him/her. Actually I don't even know if there ever was a person named Kwanzaa. But since Christmas is named after Jesus Christ and Hannukah is named after good King Hannuck (i guess he invented the candlestick or something?) then it's a safe bet that there was once a person named Kwanzaa. Perhaps there was once a very tall young man named Kwanzaa who grew up in a small African tribe, and one day Billy Crystal came and offered him millions to play basketball in America, and in return he taught Billy Crystal the meaning of friendship and the importance of following your heart! Now that's worthy of a holiday! RIP Kwanzaa. and Happy Kwanzaa as well!


is this in bad taste? my common sense goes out the window at 2am.

Hi, its the holidays. I have nothing to say, and apparently Sharkie nor Dr. Ajax do either. I'm sorry. Mourn our creativity...mourn our lack of sense of duty...mourn the family time we're spending with our loved ones. Nobody really died, but it IS Christmas time, and we think about Jesus at Christmas time, and He died, but we don't talk about it in December. Thats for April or March, BUT, He was born, and that alone is reason for celebration and presents and Huge Foam Hulk Hands given as gifts and then reclaimed for punching doors and stuff.

RIP RIP, you will be soon updated.

Forever and Ever,

Amen