When life hands you lemons throw lemons at life. When life hands you three lemons, juggle. When life hands your gators, make Gatorade. When life hands you a pamphlet about some issue or a deaf mute card asking for money or a religious tract, just smile and hand it back to life and get the hell away. If life tries to hand you an envelope, don't take it. It's probably a subpoena. Why the hell is life always handing things to people? "You've got to hand it to these people," life says. Ah well. That's life.
Yesterday, while browsing news articles and watching the crap these candidates have to put up with — the petty, snippy stupidity — I just felt sorry for them. I think Obama, for example, should just drop out of the race. I would were I him. I'd just day, "Fuck all you people," and go somewhere and be happy with my family for the rest of my life. I couldn't handle the process. I'd go ballistic. I'd have to hurt some people up in here. Seriously, dude. Just walk away. We're not worth it. Let Hillary be president. Who cares? Yes you can, but why would you want to.
But, you know, that's just me. I'm silly and pointless like that.
Hello, friends. What's up with you?
Love.
