I miss George Carlin already
I have decided to start saving for my retirement. As of now, I have enough money to last me until lunchtime tomorrow. I’ll have to resist the temptation to blow it all on hookers and cocaine.
Snorting blow off hookers’ asses is just so satisfying.
In other news: I look like a pterodactyl in most of the photos that are tagged of me in Facebook. Although I am certainly an awkward, less-than photogenic person, it is particularly bad depending on who was behind the camera. I won’t name names, but you terrible photographers know who you are.
I need to get better at my poses and gestures. Like I told a friend, I am going to be a big star someday and I don’t want to be easy bait for paparazzi.
There are so many mosquitoes here. It is driving me mad.