Pirates of Antarctica!
I did alot of house-chore shit today. I vacuumed like a mother. I wiped the dust off of ceiling fans. I dusted the living room like a horny french maid. I owned dust-bunnies and dust-elephants alike. I got a beer out of it. I'm pretty pleased.
I made Amber cry yesterday. I made her fix my journal thing to make it look cool. Unfortuanetly, she fucked up royally and failed to incorporate my background. However, she screen-capped my journal from her computer and it had the bad-ass Simon Bisley illustration in the background. She probably photoshopped the fucked. God damn it. No, I trust Amber. Amber + trust = pheasable. Do you see the background picture in my journal? Do you see my journal at all? Probably not. I need to acquire friends from afar and from aclose. That way, my Live Journal popularity will flourish and I can successfully enjoy my night at the prom. I'm delirious with the stupid at this point. Anything I say and do should not be taken seriously.
Now for the Pirates of Antarctica!
