Ho hum...
If it ain't one thing, it's another. First it was my journal acting up...now it's my entire site acting up, but my journal's good tho'. Hmph. Oh well, can't win for losin', right? Wait...what the hell does that mean? That's just as stupid as same difference. What an ignorent statement, yet, I still say it on rare occassion. Same difference? What, are we to quantitatively measure the differential circumstances of two unrelated events accurately by simply stating, "Same difference"?

Welcome to another installment of the new Leethepoet.com exclusive tangent series (insert dramatic dun dun dun dunnn sound here):
(In your best echoish sci- fi booming voice...) You May Be Ghetto If...
People...You May Be Ghetto If... : You collect your change in used 40 oz. bottles of Olde english.
(Applause and Laughter)
Thank you thank you thank you...please join us next week for another exciting and original installment of...
You May Be Ghetto If...

I don't know...that one felt kinda forced...what do you think? It felt like it came off a bit contrived. It doesn't feel like it flows. Damn...sounds like I'm talking about a design scheme in a post- modernistic victorian household.

Ah well, sooooo, what's up with you guys? Really? Noooo! And what did you do...? Stop...playing! Get out of here!

Have you ever heard conversations like this...? Wondering, ummmm...is it that deep? Hmmm...beginning to feel the onset of boredom. Come on 6:30, daddy needs a new pair of shoes and a cheap date! Okay...as you see, this semi- freewriting tangent is hazardous, and I will now cease and desist as boredom will have me making an utter bufoon of myself. Even more than usual...

Hey...does anybody...
Remember When: The Greatest American Hero was on TV?
That was my shit. Dude couldn't fly right, and he was always runnin' into shit. Wow...the 80's man.

Okay...I'm out.