Blarg. My paid account expired. ... I kinda like the icons they left me though. For once.
I tried this vitamin energy drink thingy today. Normally, I scoff at that type o' thing, as part of my general scoffing regimen, but I gave it a shot today with minimal whining coz my friend is about to start a cult based upon it and, um, WOOOOOOOO. Yes, WOOOOOOOO. I feel like a hummingbird on amphetamines. But in a totally good way. Like Popeye. But without the fugly/creepy arm muscles. And, man, Olive Oil. What was up with her arms, yo? They were all waaaaaaaavyyyyyy.
*blinks* Moving right along.. Look at the stats. No effing wonder. *rudely hotlinks*
Vitamin B. Can't get too much of that fun stuff. Remember kiddos, I used to work in a health food store. This makes me an expert on just about everything ever. Vitamin B (Niacin, 6, 12, and Folic acid) are our friends. Do not question my real ultimate power. And it comes in much higher doses than 8,000% RDA. I've seen it up to 33,333% RDA. Dude. / Now I'm rambling. Check that out. It's coz I don't want to go do laundry.
Anyhoo, if you like the feeling associated with crack but want to avoid the unpleasant side effects, like burnt lips, jailarity, death, and smelling funny, look these guys up in the Yellow Pages.
Chaser 5-Hour Energy Something Something Blah Blah. I used to call the Yellow Pages the "Lello Pages" when I was a wee thing. Awww! So cute. Why a wee thing is using the phrase "Yellow Pages" to begin with is another question.
Okay, okay. Laundry. Cheerio.