George W. Bush - My Fake Diary

Friday, 7 November 2008

Still cleaning out my drawers, because daddy tells me that there's nothing I can do about a third term, even if I AM the president. Seems to me like I could take a stroll over to congress and tell them "what for". After all, I am the head man, the chief, the lead American strategeryist, I should get to play here in this cool room with no corners a little while longer.

Somehow I've collected hundreds of trinkets and gifts from visiting dignitaryaries and they're filling up my file cabinet. Everytime one of them comes by for a visit I have to remember what the hell they gave me so I can put it on my desk before they walk in. Thank God for my personal assistant who figures it out and gets it on display in time.. I wouldn't want to look stupid after all.

The newspapers are saying that I'm leaving the country in a big mess, and that I didn't take any action on important issues. I don't know about that. I sure bombed the hell out of a few people that's for damn sure, and I call THAT action.

I wonder who left this cigar way in the back of this bottom drawer? Hmm. Looks old, smells kind of funny too, like fishy yeast. Ah well, I'll spark that one up later. Back to the grind. Now, Where's my Ipod?