Ca-ca-ca-ca-ca-ca-PUSSY!
I have to pee really bad so I'll make this short.
Chapstick is the epitome of things I need but I never have when I need but when I have them I don't need them. See also: contact solution, band aids, lotion, bic lighters, my keys.
Ever hear a song that you hadn't heard in years and it totally takes you back? I was listening to music today and rockin out to mah tunes when "The Pacers - Ye Olde Haus Of Mutton" came on and I was like "Wow." It took me back to a cold Sunday morning when Ivy Jennings and I got up early to listen to Thom's first radio show on WIUS in which we called in every 30 seconds and told him what to play because we were the only ones listening. Good times.
Yeah. My momma cannot protect ya'll.
American Idol auditions are the best thing about the show. It should be nothing but 22 episodes of those jackasses. Who wants to see people better than them win? Fuck that. Show me a bunch of rejects who I could totally beat and let me pick the winner. That is fucking entertainment.
One week until new Lost.
Two weeks until new Veronica Mars.
Fuck you, it's an awesome show you naysaying fuckerface.
Anyways, I'm outta here. I still need to write down my new year resolutions on something more durable than a McDonalds napkin written with lipstick.
Chapstick is the epitome of things I need but I never have when I need but when I have them I don't need them. See also: contact solution, band aids, lotion, bic lighters, my keys.
Ever hear a song that you hadn't heard in years and it totally takes you back? I was listening to music today and rockin out to mah tunes when "The Pacers - Ye Olde Haus Of Mutton" came on and I was like "Wow." It took me back to a cold Sunday morning when Ivy Jennings and I got up early to listen to Thom's first radio show on WIUS in which we called in every 30 seconds and told him what to play because we were the only ones listening. Good times.
Yeah. My momma cannot protect ya'll.
American Idol auditions are the best thing about the show. It should be nothing but 22 episodes of those jackasses. Who wants to see people better than them win? Fuck that. Show me a bunch of rejects who I could totally beat and let me pick the winner. That is fucking entertainment.
One week until new Lost.
Two weeks until new Veronica Mars.
Fuck you, it's an awesome show you naysaying fuckerface.
Anyways, I'm outta here. I still need to write down my new year resolutions on something more durable than a McDonalds napkin written with lipstick.