Ghost of Christmas Naked

I don't understand it. I just don't understand it. How do these people get so fucking popular? I'm talking of course about people on the interwebs. Have you seen the Numa Numa kid? More than 100 MILLION hits!!! All he did was record himself dancing and lip syncing to some weird Norweigen song. granted, he looked pretty silly doing it, he's a made man now. Is that all you gotta do? Act like a total ass on a webcam and let people laugh at you? Where is the justification? Well, when I think about it, a couple million bucks you could do whatever you want to me. Whoa, slow down there perv, I didn't mean like that.

Anyhoo, so I can't sleep tonight, which sucks cause I have a major teleconference in the morning. I'm not even kidding about that. I'm not trying to sound all super important, Oh look at me, big business guy making important phone calls, go do this, go do that... No, I'm contacting some super duper people in hopes of finally attaining work. The market sucks for unskilled peoples such as myself, so I have to do whatever I can to survive. Aren't we all though?

I had a Vanilla Coke today, which took me back to when I was 16 and living in a small town called Breckenridge, TX. The new flavor of Coke just came out, and my brother and I were so stoked to try it, we had to walk about 2 miles to the only store that sold it . It was hot as a mofo, but boy when we got those flavorful sodas in our hands, ice cold and sweet... Those were some good times, when life was simpler. And I think about this.

I found my old blog from my MySpace account, which I no longer use because MySpace is slow and unsafe. So I copied and pasted all of the entries worth reading into a new blog that you can access on my blogspot profile called Teh Rabbit's Blog. Pretty crazy shit if you ask me. I don't remember writing most of it, so I assume no real responsibility. If you find yourself offended, email me a complaint, and I will respond with a PDF of the American Constitution.

Have you ever used a really cheap laundry detergent that literally burned all the hairs off of your ankles and the tops of your feet?

There's a ghost that lives in my bathroom. No shit, sometimes when I'm sitting on the can, the cat (who lives in the bathroom, I guess) tracks something that isn't there. It's crazy. There's some kind of presence, but it doesn't seem ominous, just...there. We think it's a residual ghost, like someone died in the bathroom and they weren't sure where to go afterwards, so they hang around and do the same shit everyday. We don't even think it's aware of us, and if it is, it doesn't bother us. I feel sorry for it, it saw all of us naked.