le premier

This is my first journal entry. Momentous. To celebrate I woke up at noon, watched 3 Sex and the City episodes On Demand and ate vanilla pizelles because the anise variety taste like ass. Pardon me, I should not use that comparison because I have never tasted ass.
My father, addicted to talk radio, was listening to one show whose topic for the day was gay marriage - are you for it, are you against it, do you not give a shit either way. I venture forth for the fridge to refresh my beverage and hear my father exclaim "RIDICULOUS!!!". He is disgusted that this topic has stirred so much controversy and feels that people should marry who they damn well please. I chime in with my usual "THANK YOU! NO SHIT! Oh they want to protect the 'sacred union of marriage'. Yeah because us heteros have done a BEAUTY OF A JOB so far with the divorce rate being, what?, 50%???"
I am like wicked articulate when I'm fired up about something.
It's 3pm already. I need to go get involved with something interesting to justify my useless existence.
~Cheers~