Hello Moderately Attractive Readers; Welcome back to another edition of Dr. J-Ri. I have picked up a few sponsors: Today's mailbag is brought to you by: Trojan: Introducing the All-New Nine Month Investment Plan; and by Enzyte: Spreading STD's in Nursing Homes since 2006. It's been a while since I stepped off my pedestal to speak with all of you, so before we move forward, here's my disclaimer. As we've covered before, these are real emails, sent by you, that desperately need an injection of my un-earthly and supreme wisdom. I’ve got far more important things to do. I often hate many of you. Let’s get to it:
Farrah Faucet died. Michael Jackson died. Sick of hearing about it? Me too. Here's my non-celebrity death edition of Random Thoughts. Enjoy! :)
It happened only days ago. I awoke in my Washington D.C. room, where I was living for the summer. The bags forming under my eyes would have sent even Jeff Van Gundy’s scouring in shame. I was completely drained from the onslaught of 65-hour work weeks. I felt like Christian Bale on the set of Terminator; any number of insignificant actions could have sent me headlong into a “Mike Tyson wants to eat your children” type moment.
Hi, I’m J-Ri, or Jason, or whatever else you’d like to call me. Actually, scratch that. It’s not very fair to ask me to introduce myself in this little box. I’m offended. I don’t really have time to make blanket statements like “I love the Lakers” or “Brian McKnight is awesome.” Granted, both of those are pretty good descriptors of me and you’ll most likely be reading about them on here. What I will tell you is that I’m 28 and currently living in Los Angeles. Take a look around, read a few blogs and by all means, drop me some feedback. Thanks for stopping by!
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