Real World: Blogville

Howdy ho blogniacs! It's been a busy week at work, even by normal standards. On Monday, my editor made me go to a campaign event in town to meet up with George Allen, the Va. Senator who'll probably run for president in 08. Of course, I had no idea I was interviewing George Allen until Monday afternoon, so I was wearing the pants I haven't washed in a month and the brightest green shirt in the world. When I showed up at the event, everyone else was in suit and tie. Did I feel like a douche? Yeah, you could say that. I ended up having to hang out at this event for two hours mingling with 100 Republicans, one of my all-time favorite activities. I almost felt like grabbing some guy in the room and making out just to see if all of their heads would explode. Damn, too much gayness in this blog. Sorry, I'm cutting back on that. Right now.
So anyway, I did eventually corner Allen as he was hoping back in his car. I told him my editor told me to ask him if he was running for president, but I wasn't going to do that because my editor isn't too bright. He thought that was funny. I didn't. I was serious. At on point in the conversation, he asked me where I went to school. I told him and he goes "Oh, you're a Spider" with a big goofy grin on his face. How do you respond to that? "Um yeah, I'm a big fuckin' Spider. Want to see my web, bitch?" I think he would have talked to me for longer, but I was done after a few minutes. When you're talking to a guy who's one of the top dogs in the U.S. Senate, someone whose been so programmed to spew out garbage, it's just impossible to get an interesting response on any question. I could have asked him what his favorite food was, and he'd probably go off about how much he loves tax cuts and the death penalty.
The town meeting I covered last night ran for four hours and I didn't get home until 1 am. That kind of torture is not in my contract. My damn cell phone also went off during the meeting. Afterwards, I checked my voicemail. It was my Dad. "What are you out your gay boyfriend or just getting drunk?" Real nice.
My car insurance went up $100 the other night when I changed my address online. I hadn't updated it after I moved out of the West End and really, why the fuck I decided to update it now, it just dumb. I could have milked a couple more years out of the old address before they caught me. I looked up some other quotes and found a couple cheaper than Geico, which I'm with now, but when I called Geico to cancel my policy, the lady on the phone was just so friendly, I just couldn't break her heart and switch companies. Yeah, she was just doing her job, but she tried so hard to convince me to stay with Geico, it was a really just a touching, heartfelt phone call that I will carry with me for the rest of my life. I love you, Geico phone lady.
Oh, I've also neglected to mention that my buddy Jack recently started a blog and since we're all a big family in the blogosphere, here's the link, http://diversifeye.blogspot.com/ Check it out. Especially his controversial entry on whether it is OK to masturbate on Christmas. The answer will shock you.
I need to be at work in 6 hours which means continuing this blog any longer will lead to serious health consequences.
Keep your head up. Everything will be OK.