This is a blog called Mostly Not Drivel, which is not to say it is not drivel, hahahahahahha, if you actually believe that. It only hopes to be Mostly Not Drivel, or pretends it is Mostly Not Drivel, when most of the time it is.
It is authored by the famous international courtesan, dominatrix, persecuted spy, called Completely Surreal.
Completely Surreal is really my name, really, you must believe this totally and completely or Tinkerbelle and Andromeda will fall from the sky, so pay attention.
I started this blog becoz I want to attend the Presidential Primaries, if I can, particularly since there are a large number of Press obsessed with my ass.
Politicians are also obsessed with my ass, but I don’t care. I know I should, but I have hots for mainly sexy people in the Press. This could be my major undoing, becoz they are spies, liars, alkies, unreliables, philanderers and also gay. I just put that in to annoy people and fool them. All the hot ones are mostly gay and totally unreliable and mean.
Yes, they are, you can tell them I told you, they don’t care, the heck they do, they just laugh at me all the time, the hot ones are gay and the gay ones are totally unreliable and mean. To me especially.
So being hot for them is really stupid of me as you can see, but I have not thus far claimed in any way or shape to be smart, so you see, it all turns out alright.
I have no interest in what is quaintly called Issues in Presidential Primaries. I just wanna go what I call Heartland of America, which I love and eat Heartland food, only if it is Vegetarian and search for faked up meat and turkey and chicken in the supermarkets and eat macaroni spinach and cheese and mashed taters and broccoli and beer soup and gorgeous food like that, which all the ninny ass press loathe and barf on, everyday, becoz they are spoilt as hell and do not know what is good for them.
Obviously they suspect I do know what is good for them, so even though they loathe and fear me, they stick to my ass like glue. I would be happy to have them buzz off, and do the primaries on my own, but I have no idea what is possible or not.
I also like to sleep in motels and shop in strip malls, so you can see, I have Presidential Primary blogger written all over me.
Do not expect any crap about the inane stuff called Issues from me, I already debunked that ludicrous notion.
I will write about the food I ate and the bathrooms and the clothes I see and who I have the hots for on any day.
In between I will take the time to educate your sorry asses about never getting involved in stupid places like Darfur or the Mideast and tell you why Angela Merkel and the total ass Steinmeir are both fucking asses, he looks like an aging English stage star slightly less annoying than Gielgud or O Toole, but only slightly and if they didn’t hate me before, they sure gonna hate me now.
I am already starting off my planned trip to Berlin in an excellent way, I can see. Hahahahhahahahaha.
Stupid louts in my building compound and moronically heterero starved sexual ethnic groups seem to think when I lay in my couch and play alchemy and board games on my phone or pda, I am thinking about sex.
Hahhahahahahahahahhaah, nothing could be further from the truth. I am plotting how to take over America and plant Bill Richardson as the next president and also eat as much mac and cheese and broccoli and beer soup and only occasionally plot if I can get laid, but since my boyfriends are all gay, that is a complete and total joke. I might however buy some dildos and break the law in Heartland of America in my plot to overthrow Bush and install Bill Richardson.
I forgot that Bush is supposed to go anyway, but I keep suspecting he is plotting a dynastic rule and Suzanne Malveaux and Elaine Chiano are his secret helpling concubine princesses, so I feel we should be ready to overthrow him, should he and his 4 biyotch princesses attempt a dynastic succession.
In any case, mac and cheese, beer and broccoli soup, and strip malls are always good for you and gay hot reporters are also always good for you, even if they are liars and alkies and philanderers, in fact, even better.
If you believe all of the above, you are apparently all ready ready to become a friend of this blog, called Mostly Not Drivel, a name used with deep and hysterically hilarious irony, as you can see.
Bye bye
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