A little homage to my man Fitty in the title there. Where is Caucasia exactly??
No more Food Network before bed for me. They make me dream strange dreams. Dreams of being Alton Brown and killing zombies in a very Evil Dead-like atmoshpere. And then, after I've thwarted the undead (as if you had a doubt that I would: I'm AB!), I'm having a photo-op with Rachael Ray... who gets mistaken for a zombie by one of my human minions and gets a shotgun-blast to the face. The pic turned out great, though! I love action shots!
Oh, you don't know something: my brother moved out right before Easter and I never posted about that! I feel shame. And I miss him. He calls almost every week; lives in Florida with a few friends. Goes surfing and shit. Sells electric cars.
I miss him.
Here's my bro:
Submitting my application to Cellular South just in case they get a permanent opening soon. I really miss all the people there. Damn. I have GOT to get out of the house this week! UGH! ::polishes off her Miller High-Life:: Dammit. Last one. Huh? Oh, just living up to the title of my LJ, baby. Rad.
It was hotter than Ron Jeremy's nuhtsak out today. I have got to move north.
PEACE!
[i wish my lawn was emo so it would cut itself]