Tonight has sucked.   It has just been one of those fucked up nights where nothing goes right.   I was getting ready to blog about how Gisele said she gave birth to Tom Brady’s baby and how she’s the real mother blah, blah, blah but I just don’t have it in me.    I’m a beaten man.   It’s 1am in the morning.   My office/apartment is a fucking mess.   I spilled an old coffee on my laptop and broke the screen a couple hours ago.   My other computer is so fucking old that it gave me a migraine headache because the words were smushed together.    I borrowed the First Lady’s computer while she was sleeping and when I turned it on I saw she just bought a ton of shit from BCBG on my credit card.   I’ve been holding in a dump for like 4 hours because all the shirt boxes make it like the Baton Death March trying to get in there.   I have to be in court tomorrow at 11am to fight a ticket so I don’t lose my license again.   The latest smokeshow is taunting me with her ass. I’m trying to launch a new website that I paid 10K for which keeps breaking.   And on top of all that I feel fat.    So sorry but I’m not going to have that Gisele blog ready for tomorrow morning.  Maybe if I decide to skip court I’ll get to it when I wake up.  But right now I’m tired and I’m going to bed despite the fact I know there are still lots of blogs to be written.   Twitter that motherfuckers