I miss being on TV.
I miss the live performance. The lights. The attention.
There. I said it. Don't hate.
No, it's not because I miss the "G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S..."
Speaking of that song.
Paging Ed Jaeky.
Nevermind.
Unlike Fergie, I've never tried nor experimented with drugs, alcohol. That's enough of that lie.
Remember, don't believe everything you read just because it's published, especially if you read it online.
Also speaking of that song.
Ben Bradley.
Like Chuck Goudie Tweeted: "He bleeds trust."
(Not a compliment.)
I'll pay for the "medicinal herbs" that you and only you will smoke, won't offer me any, but I couldn't care less about that. And the "butt" was intended.
EDITOR'S NOTE: Sing the following to the tune of "La Vie Boheme Interlude, RENT! The Broadway Musical." Queens and those on the "DL," don't even think about acting like you don't know it. Gurrrrls, please.
That includes my "poor Kevin Roy. He definitely lost the paternal lottery when he was born to that furkey basting, rhymes with munt liar all the time about everything, Robert Albert "BWAAAAAAT! Yes, I love parades and cappacino. BWHAAAAT?! That's insane! No, I'm nothing like Scottish War Hero Rob Roy as Liam Neeson -- Houston! We have a problem, Leslie what's her name. Whgo cares and RR knows the rest of his BS and she loves to wear kilts, skirts, do drag but never admit it and never take responsibility for ANYTHING and he/she/MOBY Dick sucker won't say 'I'm sorry' to anyone" Rob ABUSIVE ALWAYS Roy."
Robert Roy's address and phone number: 400 Clinton, Port Washisngton, WI. 708.383.8329. Let him have it. Please. Claims to care. Doesn't want to speak with me or be with me for Thanksgiving, Christmas or any day because he is reminded of his flaws and all but blames it all on the son he doesn't deserve but should be kissing the gound I walk on. Not my so-called sibling just because she squirted out children and is a total liar and they must have a pact or hate me. Why?
Who even cares anymore. Not me.
"BOAKYAG!" Name of his boat. Bend Over and Kiss Your Ass Goodbye.
begin Interlude:
"Beep beep beep. Beep beep beep.
Oprah Winfrey break!
You?
You?
HARPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
I should tell you.
I named me dog.
His backwards namesake...
Is my F-P-O-E!
F-P-O-E!!!
F-P-O-EEEEEEEEEEEEE
FAVORITE PERSON ON THE EARTH!!!!!!!!!!
Ms. Winfrey,that's you,
Hey! I heard you sold Harpo Productions
And didn't even have to buy your Network.
It's true you're watching Oprah Winfrey Network on Discover!
HONEST LIVING.
DISHONEST LIVING.
MENDOCITO LIVING.
We should tell you.
You're whole extended family sent emails to you.
We didn't see it...
But you're a...
DOG KILLERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
No.
They are.
Enough of the crap.
I am NOT crazy.
I'm better, smarter and more talented than the vast majority of people in broadcasting and yes, I have tried other fields and jobs and there are too many vacuuous, beauty pageant (no, Ed...go away...not you...never!)
Daphne. Stop LOL so hard!
You're right. Ed...who cares?
ICCL!
And you SMH idiots. Up yours.
Return my stolen everything.
You too, Erwin Walker and Paul Stagg.
And Rob Roy coordinated most of it. Paid Stagg. John Park.
Good God.
Even I'm surprised I haven't done "like Mommy."
I won't.
Hey, Father Rubey!
Did you know ny "sister" is a "mister" named Timmy sometimes? And a Rainbow. "HB!"
Hell bound.
I must get back to helping the largest number of people the best way that I can. I more than deserve to be back on TV and/or on the radio.
There is no cake melting. No MacArthur Park "drama" in my life.
But I do love disco!
Can you say, Doppleganger?
If you're still reading this, call me.
If you're still reading this, call me.
Let's talk.
What else do I have to do or say? I don't care how cocky this may sound because I used to be the most humble, polite and caring journalist in Chicago but look where that got me.
I should be at a network by now. I was runner up for an NBC News national correspondent job a few years ago. Told my mouth was "crooked."
That's a crock.
I would love to work for the network. ABC, CBS, NBC, FOX and that goes for all of the O & Os, too. I hope my friends and colleagues in the business read this or are shown this and practice the Golden Rule. Because -- they know I would definitely do it for all of them.
Even you, Matt Wurster. In fact, I did do it for you, Wurster. Remember? Assistant News Director opening at WLS-TV? The job you weren't offered but wanted so much?
Bicycle. Borrow Blow in and out of town. Won't lift a finger for me? French class? All classes you know where. Cheater. There's nothing (Cheryl) Fair about you or your "affairs." What a jerk. More truth.
