and the award for best parents goes to...

okay, remember when i was bitching about the fcc and how the government should find new things to worry about instead of janet jackson's nip slip?

don't you think there's something immensely wrong with this country when a five-year-old has a bag of marijuana and i don't? and to top it off, what the hell kinda school is this kid going to? they have lasagna for lunch? i remember getting shit like moon burgers, sloppy joes and, if it's a good day, french bread pizzas. we never got lasagna.

granted it could be a lunch he brought from home. but still, do parents pack five-year-olds lasagna for lunch? i mean shouldn't they be eating that nasty ass lunchables or something? or maybe a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. are kids that young even capable of using a knife and fork without hurting themselves or other kids?

anyway, what's up with the kid with the crack?

i can't believe how much medication i took this morning. in the commute to work: nasal spray in each nostril, 2 pills. after getting into the office: inhaler, a clariton pill, and an antibiotics pill. i wonder if it's okay to drink coffee with all these drugs in me.

yeah, yeah. i know. woe is me.

so in today's news, hamas vowed to "shake Israel like an earthquake," as oppose to "shake it like a polaroid picture." alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright...

i really enjoy, "best week ever," on VH1. it's funny as hell.

you know how there are times when you're sitting at work, minding your own business, and suddenly some chick comes running down the hallway with little support in the front and pants worn low enough so that you can see the beginnings of her g-string panties? yeah, i didn't think so either, until just now. and she drives a maroon rav4.