I hope you enjoy the taste of bee keeper.
And I'll never understand the world's infactuation with Burt's Bee's Wax. My mom is 40 years old today. My laptop is operating poorly as of late. Despite my lack luster performance, I pulled a 3.85 this semester. I got Animal Crossing, Mario Kart DS, and Mario Tennis for my GameBoy, and all is right with the world. I'm wasting so much time! I saw Tait a couple times at the Belmont. Something. Work is work. I miss my high school friends. The new Sin City super special tiger edition is okay..."Remember: Not knowing how to cook is like not knowing how to fuck." Family is happy with my grades, and my mom was super pleased with her gifts. I got his this Magic Buller blender thing and teased her relentlessly due to it's suggestive name. Also some face wrinkle cream because she is 40 and old now. You know what's cool? Carrying two cell phones that both have the same ring tone (12:51). Boo Boo Kitty is bigger and greyer. He sleeps with me now, but if I were him, I'd be glad that I was gone and various places 85% of the time. He smells like grandmas. Working so much until so late or starting very early makes me sleepy and a little cranky. I love stealing my neighbor's internet. And my dad's booze. And I like my Playstation 2 controllers depicting violent death through means of fatalaty, rather than the bland Sony design. I dine out far too often, but it's so divine I can't help myself. At least these 'resturants' are nowhere nice (Steak n' Shake, various Coney Islands, Hidden Dragon, Apple Annie's, Closet, I mean Country Boy, McDonalds...) Well, I'm tired. Merry Christmas, ya filthy animal.