LOL#2

Well, he liked; he was just trying to put a ring on it...

LOL

Rahm-mmm

Rahm Emanuel, called "Rahm-bo", will be President-Elect Obama's Chief of Staff. I have to say, so far, this is one hell of a sexy administration.

He has kind of a Javier Bardem/Communications Professor at my school thing going. Very nice. And I'm surprised at how I'm much more interested in politics these days.

YES WE CAN ... and WE DID

My President (elect) is

A loving husband.

A devoted father.

Cool.

A regular Joe Six-Pack.

And a history maker! Congratulations, Mr. President (elect) and thank you for your inspiration. I am so glad that I was able to vote for you as a first-time voter and that my vote actually counted. America might seem cruddy sometimes, but most of the time, it's a pretty decent place to live and I think this election has proved this. People want to change and I am so happy to be an American. There is a lot to be done, but I think we're all ready to work.

BIDEN IS MY BOO

Joe Biden is my Homeboy's Homeboy by ismyhomeboy.

I Want This on my Head

!!!

You Can Vote However You Like

Obama on the left
McCain on the right
We can talk politics all night
And you can vote however you like
You can vote however you like, yeah

Pieces Don't Fit Anymore

Here's something I wrote in my Writing for Radio/TV/Film class. The assignment was to choose one of eight scenarios and write a two-page dialogue. I chose a scene where a guy tries to break up with his girlfriend:

INT.KIRK’S CAR. STREET. NIGHT

KIRK drives with DAKOTA as his passenger. She is unnaturally quiet as she looks out of her window. Of course, this is a bad sign. When the light turns red, he looks at her.

KIRK
Are you upset or something?
DAKOTA does not return his gaze.

DAKOTA
(coldly quiet)
No, I’m fine.

KIRK
(beat)
Are you sure?

DAKOTA crosses her arms and legs, maintaining her attention outside and elsewhere.

DAKOTA
(bitingly cold)
I think I know
how I feel.
KIRK nods dryly and returns his focus on the road as the light turns green. The car quickly fills with dreary, angry silence. After a long beat, he tries again.

KIRK
Y’know my uncle Frank?
(beat)
He has a limp?

DAKOTA
(disinterested)
Yeah?

KIRK
He was in Vietnam. While he
was there, he got an open sore
on his foot and it got
infected.
(beat)
They had to tie off the
circulation in his foot and
cut it off at the ankle to
save the rest of his leg.

DAKOTA
(dryly)
Thanks for sharing.

KIRK
I said that, to say this:
In spite of what your friends
say and whatever you think,
I do care about you and
I want you to be happy, but
I’m sick of this.

She finally looks at him, only getting the side of his face.

DAKOTA
So, you just want
to break up?

KIRK
I want to tie this thing off
and cut it before it gets any
worse. There’s no reason why
this can’t end cordially.

He turns to look at her at the red light.

DAKOTA
I see your point, but that
story was a little unnecessary,
don’t you think?
Green light. KIRK sighs as he turns to watch the road.

KIRK
(tiredly)
Well, at least you get my
point.

#BITCH, GET THE FUCK UP OUT MY CAR#

Since my birthday's in a few months... (PART II)

if the first design doesn't work out, could I get this at least?

But this is only the SECOND option!

Well, DAMN!

Flava Flava: WOOOOOOOW!