Dearest peoples on the innernets,
This is Senator Henry Jackson Edward Graves III speakin'. Today is Sunday...and, yes...we are actually havin' a "Meet the Senator Sunday" post...my dear peoples, I have to be honests. I am a bit depressed and just not sure if I can go on as your senator. I know all of y'all have noticed that it has been weeks and weeks and weeks without any postin's from me. I just ain't been up to it.
See, bein' a big high-powered senator ain't a easy job. It is very real stressfuls. And every which way I turn I am criticized. And, I don't never seem to git me no pats on the back. I just don't seem to do anything right in the eyes of the dang media, papp-a-rats-assis or mommy. I mean, heres a prime examples: the Nobel Peace Prize. Now, see, I love President Obama. I voted for him and everything. I think he is doin' a good job given the absolute CRAP he was handed by W when he becomed president. But, peoples, I really do think I SHOULD'VE BEEN GIVEN THE PRIZE! I mean, honestly now, do you know how hard it is to keep peace in a house with 11.25 cats??? (Little Joey don't count as a full cat yet...he's only 1/4 of a cat.) I think I should've gotted at least some sorts of honorables mentions.
And then on tops of that, mommy is always fussin' at me for thinkin' outsida the box and gittin' creative all over the house. When I do think inside the box, she takes pictures of it to embarrass me. I just can't win. And...even worser is that she don't love on me enough. She's even been forgittin' to tell me everyday that she has voted for me. My selfs esteem is just flatout in the toilets.
So...you guys tell me what I should do with the rest of my lifes:
I appreciate your help and feedbacks, dear peoples on the innernets. I will let you know the results of this life changin' poll later this week.
I'm gonna go sniff some nips to see if it will help lift my spirits.
Very truly yours,
Senator Henry Jackson Edward Graves III
