Charlie Charlie Charlie Sheen

So in the news lately, people have been questioning one thing. What the fuck is up with Charlie Sheen. He says he's clean, he was declared clean via blood and urine tests, but they only go back a few days. Well, if I was a journalist I'd have one question. Why the fuck should I care what he's up to? Sure, he's a celebrity, sure he makes money looking pretty and making people laugh, but get this people, he's a man. His life is only more interesting because the populace gives him the power to do so. Look at me, I'm drunk! Are you famous? No... Then sit the fuck down.
 
That being said, I do see a certain appeal to being in his position. The power alone could be worth it, but that's not what I'm looking at. The man's an actor, a bona fide paid actor. And he was damn good at it too. How does one really obtain that though? Do they have to have the "it" that every director says is in HIS actors. That same "it" that can also be "brought" and "beaten"? This "it" is almost like a homeless beauty pageant winner, it is brought out to trot then put away, over and over. Dance Horsey, dance. Jump the bar, round the barrel, show it off, work it work it. Fuck that


In my personal world, I believe I have achieved true boredom according to modern standards. Nothing on the TV, nothing to play, my internet can't support online gaming via my console, my PC is woefully empty of real games to play and here I sit doing something not many people feel the urge to do on a Friday night. WHOO party brother, chug chug chug, KEG STAND!!! and don't forget TITS!!!. I feel a little lonely but not really, I've always been a fairly solitary person.

So, final thought here, I met a girl named Alice today. She's the classic blonde haired blue eyed beauty. Little blue coat and all nice white pantsuit. Reminds me of someone I think I might have known, but it's all fuzzy. She asked me if I wanted any tea, how did she know I like tea. Nothing like a good cuppa to clear your mind. Oh well, maybe we'll meet again. Sorry about the rambling there, final thoughts. I hate the media sometimes. If I ever attain the status I want, I hope I don't become High on myself, I don't have any tiger's blood in me either, so that might be my failing point. We'll see.

Have a nice day, don't forget your cyanide pills


Sincerely

-The Mad Hatter