Cannot stand Bob Johnson. I came here to curse him out. I had my assault all perfectly outlined in my head. And then I heard Rush Limbaugh, of all people, say:
"Rangel, Bob Johnson and other uppity Black leaders are trying to keep Obama down because he isn't a made man, not made by them that is."
And my argument is summed up in one sentence.
I am also blindly in love with John Mayer. I wish that he would allow me to have his babies. Every time I hear "Your Body is a Wonderland," I feel high. It makes me weak in the knees. I saw this on his blog today:
Dear Dallas and Surrounding Areas,
This isn't a sports blog, and it isn't a publicity stunt. (but have at me if it feels right.)
This is about doing what I think is right as a person, in this case speaking my mind.
I have never known anyone to have more pride in their home state and their upbringing in it than Jessica Simpson has in Texas. I don't really follow sports, but I have played some of my biggest and best concerts in your state, and having witnessed how dynamic the spirit there is, I'm betting emotions are running high right about now.
All witty barbs, blogs, and fashion policing aside, that girl loves Texas more than you know. It's one of her most defining traits as a person. So please don't try and take that away from her. (You probably wouldn't be able to, but it's less work for all involved.)
I just thought it would mean something coming from the guy who has the absolute least to gain from this. And if I'm out of line in having written it, too bad. I can spare a Wednesday's worth of bad press if it means sticking up for a good soul.
JM
So classy. The last line, so perfect. One of the sweetest things I've ever read. It was titled "Don't ex with Texas," so clever. Also filled with much win in making it apparent that he was the dumper in their little situation. John Mayer, love me.
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