Aww Yeah.

Guess who's back, bitches? I know, I know, you've had to spend almost four months finding ways to entertain yourself during the 2 minutes a day you had been spending reading my shit and scratching your head. You've had to read shit about oil spills (a conspiracy, it's not real, it's all done in a studio with a green screen.), dams breaking in China (Yeah, "Made in China" isn't so appealing anymore, is it American companies?), some American dude whacking people in Panama ("State the nature of your visit, please."), more lost jobs (that is, in fact, change), and Chelsea Clinton's fucking wedding (isn't she just an ugly bitch?). Why does anyone care about her wedding? Because she once was a teenager in the White House? Big fucking deal, she didn't do shit other than embarrass America by looking goofy around all the other foreign dignitary children gathered for whatever "we care about the little people, too" bullshit meetings their parents attended. I don't give a shit what kind of dress she wore, it didn't hide her face, so it sucked.

I'm sorry that I've been an absent blogger and put you through that. I'm sorry you've had to miss out on the random shit I think about and my prolific use of words that would get me fined by the FCC if they ever went out over the airwaves. Thankfully, the FCC doesn't control a fucking thing about the internet, so suck it, FCC. Fuckers.

Anyway, I had some shit go on and some things to work out in my very complicated brain, but I'm back. No, I won't tell you what they were. Fuck you, that's private. Nosy bitches. Sorry. You're probably clapping or dancing in your seat or thanking whatever deity you pray to. You should. The Hippie Popcorn is back, and with the help of some medication and a renewed outlook on life, I may actually keep this up for a week or two.

I don't think you should bet the house on that statement, unless you're looking to lose it. But, I'll do my best to give you people 2 minutes of entertainment whenever I can. Heh, that's what I told her, too. (Fuck, that was lame, Matt. Why would you write that? You should edit it out. No, you're just rusty and you need something to build on. Leave it there. Dumbass) Anyway, it's good to be back, I'll be looking for shit to be pissed off about.

Bitches.