Wednesday Night

Since I have nothing else to do, (and since every other idiot on the planet besides me is watching American Idol) I figured I might as well update the 'ol blog. Hey, I don't have any beer anyway, so why the hell not? I still can't get over the fact that I'm a "blogger," though. I hate that fucking word. I hate the whole concept behind blogging. Nobody ever has anything interesting to say, so what makes us think we should post our pointless thoughts on the Internet? I don't know... but here I am, along with the rest of the sheep. I'm a hypocrite, I guess.

So anyway, my interview with The Great Kat was posted today, and it's already getting loads of feedback. (It's always nice to see that SOME of you are able to tear yourselves away from the "nip slip" pics on the main page and actually read a column now and then.) I think it's safe to say my readers weren't overly impressed with Kat--at least, not the ones who've bothered to write thus far. Some people had a problem with her massive ego... I didn't, but some of you did. (Who says that rappers should be the ONLY ones to be arrogant and obnoxious?) I'm thinking about posting some of the e-mail, but I'm going to wait and see if I get any positive feedback first. The Great Kat does have a fairly big following--especially overseas, where they dig that twisted shit--so I'm assuming that somebody must dig her. We'll have to wait and see, but some of the e-mail I've gotten thus far has been pretty damn funny. You guys are mean bastards.

Bah, I wish something was on TV other than the fucking Olympics. The only time I watch the Olympics is during women's gymnastics; I could give a fuck about curling. And how about bobsledding? What the fuck is that?? How is that an Olympic event, when the bobsled does all the work and people just ride the fucking things? Never mind, I don't care.

I'll see you assholes later.