Mood: Depressed

It’s been a tough week. >:-< Why won’t anyone let me just play basketball again? I have called EVERYONE and no one wants me. It’s really getting me down! I can understand Miami, they already have a lot of guys my age. But no one wants any veteran leadership? Not even Atlanta? Ugh. I must be the biggest loser in the world. 8-(

ANYWAYZ….

I’m just bored, I guess. I’m here, alone, at home, in the kitchen, babysitting my niece while everyone else goes out to get their hair done WITH MY MONEY. This kid is seriously getting on my nerves, too. All she wants to eat is Cheerios, but she doesn’t eat them, really, just gums them all up and then spits them out at me. EW DISGUSTING. I don’t even know which one this is. Emily, I think. I don’t really care. I HATE babysitting.

They could have asked me to go out with them, you know. My hair is a complete mess. I look like Crab Man on “My Name Is Earl.” That’s my pick for my favorite new show now that “Arrested Development” has been cancelled. *sniff* Jason Lee is funny though, and I love Crab Man, he’s so cool. But you can’t tell me that Jaime Pressley isn’t SO HOTT as Joy. I grew up with lots of white-trash Milwaukee girls like her, but none of them were that fine. Plus she’s a gifted comedienne.

Sad to say it, but “Lost” has totally jumped the shark this year. TOO MANY PLOTS! It’s like T.O. said last week in an email: “This show has some serious ‘Twin Peaks Syndrome’ going on.” Man, I feel bad for that dude — he and I have a lot of the same things going on right now. But I still kind of hate him. Because if the Eagles let him go, teams would completely take him in a heartbeat! I can’t even get a job with the damn Atlanta Hawks. OMG I’m such a loser!

It’s unfair though. All I did was choke a coach! Plus, it was P.J. Carlesimo! I just did what everyone in basketball wanted to do for 20 years. SO UNCOOL. But I have played on two teams since then, and now everyone thinks I’m not good enough to be on their team. My self esteem is taking a major hit. How many more hits before I go down?

Here’s another thing that bothers me, and then I will completely be done whining. Everyone thinks I’m like a locker-room cancer. That is MAJORLY wrong to say. Cancer is a bad disease that kills people. I am just a man, and I have never killed anyone, not even in an alcohol-related car crash or through teasing someone so bad that they killed themselves or died mysteriously like that kid in “Cipher in the Snow.” So to say that is to be disrespectful to people who really have cancer, okay?

When they say I have anger management issues, it’s like, um, DUH, who doesn’t? And why wouldn’t I? Tyronn Lue is STARTING but I can’t get a callback from the Atlanta Freakin’ Hawks. I’m supporting like 100 people, most of whom I don’t know. (Is her name Charlotte, maybe?) My yacht has black mold on it. My name is synonymous with freaking out and trying to kill some lame-o with a beard. I have a toothache. WHY WOULDN’T I HAVE ANGER MANAGEMENT–

OH GROSS, I just found a half-eaten Cheerio in my hair. Gotta go. REMEMBER THE COMMENTS BOX, send me notes of hope!

L-Diddley OUT.