Truth is, I've been in Yemen, trying to overthrow the corrupt government from within.
Or maybe I've been in Ukraine, infiltrating Putin's spy network.
Or maybe, like, I've just been sunning myself in Ibiza, because screw all that shit lol.
The point is, I'm here now. So hi.
|Or maybe I'm in Cuba, blowing my way to peace with the former Commies.|
You just don't know.
How freaking hilarious is that?
See, Chuck is in a really, like, precarious place emotionally right now. She's all getting divorced and selling her house and having to provide for her kid and whatnot BLAH BLAH BLAH.
|Does she not know that Patti Smith is performing at|
PaleoFest this weekend?!
Eventually you have to realize some people don't want to follow in the path of righteous on point greatness.
|Seriously, I can't save the goddamn world.|
My life is foshizzle greatness right now. Chuck's life - I mean, what the hell, she's a grown-ass bitch, right? If she can't make the winner's scene, then fuck her, you know? I tried, people. I really did.
Anyway, she's like curled in a ball right now, trying to figure out what to do. I'm writing her blog for her. Elsewhere, powerful people are not giving a shit about losers like her.
That's how it goes.
I'm out. I'm going back to Yemen, or Ibiza, or Cuba. You don't need to know.
If you feel the need to pick up Chuck's pathetic pieces, come back tomorrow.
Pffft. Life. It's pathetic. You know?
Peace out, people.