Lawd, a bitch’s allergies are out of control! Sneezing, wheezing and then sneezing all over again…when will it stop!
Ahem, as some of you know this bitch has been playing around with a book. A bitch is not a writer by profession, so all of this is relatively new. In fact, my ass had not written anything above and beyond a memo in years until Brother Rob gave me this blog for my birthday a little over a year ago. Suffice it to say, writing is not like riding a bike.
Anyhoo, a bitch has been indulging in a lot of free writing. Basically, my ass just lets shit flow and sees if anything comes of it. It’s actually a lot of fun, but a bitch was beginning to get worried that ‘fun’ wasn’t going to equal ‘book material’.
And then it happened! A bitch was flossing this morning when the ultimate and most amazing inspiration hit me. It was almost religious and my ass frantically wrote down my inspiration…with the closest writing instrument a bitch had at the time….my MAC lip pencil (mahogany, of course).
No, a bitch isn’t going to share my book topic…y’all will have to wait and see if my ass actually manages to finfish it (practically writing itself!) and then get it published.
Fuck it. If a bitch can’t find a publisher for this soon to be masterpiece my ass will simply publish it in blog installments and accept payment in the form of Smarties!
Moving forward filled to bursting with inspiration and extreme bitchitude…
This bitch is waiting for the report on the DNA evidence in the Duke rape case. A bitch is aware that a defense lawyer has been whirling around the news world with claims of pictures that will exonerate his client…the same client that he will not name…the same un-named client that is not being exonerated by these pictures because his lawyer won’t release them until the DNA evidence is made public.
Suffice it to say that the proclamation of exonerating evidence and the presentation of evidence that actually exonerates are radically different things.
We shall see.
Let the midterm rut begin…
A bitch was beyond shocked to read that Senator Talent plans to woo me.
Mmmhmmm, a bitch read it in the papers so it just has to be true!
Yep, our secondary Republican gentleman from Missouri wants this bitch…big time!
No, not like that. Ugh, what a horrific visual.
Senator Talent wants the black vote in Missouri…you silly rabbits.
Gawd, y’all are naughty as a motherfucker! Not that this bitch hasn’t been told that a bitch is one of the best…ummm, voters…out there (wink).
To be honest, Senator Talent just hasn’t announced his interest with authority. Shit, a bitch forgot we had two Senators until Laura Bush skidded to a halt in St. Louis last month to rustle up some cash for Senator Talent under the clever guise of visiting a drug treatment center.
Jesus to Gawd, how much did that shit cost me? Next time the RNC wants to pimp out the First Lady on my tax dime they could at least have the decency not to do it smack in the middle of fucking tax season. A bitch knows exactly how much it cost my ass to fly Laura in for a hat passing ceremony to benefit Talent...unethical motherfuckers.
Anyhoo, this half assed politcal come on being orchestrated by Missouri Republicans is annoying…just like a drunk dial from some ugly motherfucker you already turned down six years ago.
Does Senator Talent really seek a mutually fulfilling political relationship with black voters or is he just trying to get his…ummm, vote…and then run?
A bitch suspects the answer resides in the fact that we only see Senator Talent during the electoral spring-like thaw that accompanies re-election.
Ah, nothing signals the midterm elections like the sight of conservatives sniffing around the black vote...