I dunno what to do with myself...

The season is over. Pricey is the new Parrot of the Year. Mylanta is on special 2 for $10 at Priceline. I've reviewed the season. I've won Blogger of the Year. Considered learning Spanish. Given up learning Spanish. Found out Spanish in the sexual sense is where you finish on the decollatage. Thinking about Spanish again. Now what?

After the John Della Bosca saga, I thought about doing a political blog but after quickly realising that Mr Della Bosca reminded me of The Man Without A Face and wondering what the bird he nailed really liked about him, I thought about it again. I ruled a line through the political blog.

I flirted with the thought of a fashion blog. I like clothes. I like womens clothes, especially when they are made of fishing line and lace so I thought I could add something positive to the fashion world. Then I saw a woman that reminded me of Werns and I could not do back to back blogs about hemlines on women that look like Mimi Bobeck.

Finance? Is economics the key to my new blogging success? Keynesian economics, Marxist Financial Theory, Alan Greenspan? Would we really find fiscal & monetary policy interesting or would I just try to find nudes of an 83 year old Greenspan. I think it will be the later...

If I rule out those options, could I move to something that garners millions of readers a day. A gossip blog? Would you want to read about Lindsay Lohan's latest lesbian fling at the San Diego zoo or Scarlett Johansson's rumoured 3rd nipple. I'd probably just post pictures of how awesome it would be if Britney Spears was in Twilight so she could pash Rob Pattinson. No blog there...

Maybe celebrity is the answer but not gossip. What about music? I like music. I listen to Taylor Swift. Maybe I could give you all the latest news and answer questions like is Lady Gaga a fucking hack or is she just retarded? Not like heaps retarded just like 3 or 4%. She definitely airbrushes her photos! She's got serious Juice-nose going on too. I hate her...

I dunno what to do. I feel like Tracey Grimshaw getting ready to go out. Should I take a belt sander to my face, put on dress and pretend I am a lady or do I dust off the old brown tux and let everyone know that I am in fact a man. Decisions, decisions.

SIDEBAR: So pissed off I didn't get to see George! In fact I will be following a group of investigators trying to track him down. Maybe I can hire that guy says he found Olivia netwon-John's ex but hasn't so much as shown a photo. He sounds good... Where in the world is George San Diego?