that-that-that Flamingo.

Thanks to those that commented on my procrastination-post yesterday about my horrific essay D: The essay really isn't all that bad, I'm just dr-dr-dra-dramatiiic. It's a reaction essay for Freakonomics, a book that I enjoyed.

In other more upsetting news:
Yesterday, I had Hardball with Chris Mathews on the tele while writing my essay. Suddenly, I heard something that wasn't exactly shocking, but still so outrageous that I had to write my own reaction on the spot:

BP is claiming that if Congress doesn't pass legislation to allow more deep shore drilling, they won't have enough money to pay off all the people they owe money to in the Gulf. What is that, a threat? Seriously? Congress better not. They effed up the Gulf's ecosystem a lot of people got screwed over because of it. BP better start emptying their pockets and pay off every last dime. Immediately. Of course they’ve got enough money, so BULL. I hope they go bankrupt and then drown in that deep water. No one wants them. No one except other assholes who don't give a crap about anyone of thing but themselves and what they‘re interested in, their own special interests and profit. Pay and then GTFO BP.

That was me practicing restraint from obnoxious CAPSlock and an unnecessary amount of cursing. Soooo, on to the next subject.

...I have no next subject really, I'm just gonna go finish writing that essay. BECAUSE I LOVE ESSAYS. YESS!

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