Leading off...

I've given some thought as to how I wanna start this whole thing off, but I'm so random by nature I couldn't think of the perfect start. So I'm gonna be just that... Random.

I was reading an article the other day about a woman who has had 52 plastic surgeries... Yeah, FIFTY FUCKING TWO... I didn't even know there were 52 parts of your body that could be fixed. I don't know that I would want 52 of anything (blow jobs and sex aside). Seriously though, how unhappy would you have to be with yourself to go under the knife that many times?? I would have to say that qualifies as an addiction. I guess it's like anything else... drugs, food, alcohol, and even sex. But c'mon... 52? Truth be told, Michael Jackson was probably a close second. Hell, he might have even passed her by now if it wasn't for Conrad Murray.

Something else I was thinking about the other day when I was at the grocery store... Crocs are the ugliest fucking things I have ever laid eyes on! I still can't figure out why people wear these things. I would rather strap wooden clogs to my feet and hike the Colorado Rockies before I'd sit at home with these dumb looking pieces of shit. And the worst part is that they make them in like 97 colors and none of them look good with anything. Of course, this is just my opinion. But, when I see someone in these I know right away that we will never be friends. There will never be any semblance of common ground between us... Lol... I guess that's all I got for now.

Drink slow and fly low...
JP