Love, Love, Love
Today is fabulous. Fab Fab Fab. I sat outside for about two hours reading A Million Little Pieces. I must say, I do not get James Frey. He is pretty much my hero because he got away with screwing with Oprah and selling millions of copies of his book. This guy is the best. But why did he do it? He couldn't have thought Oh, well I'm going to publish this novel and say it's true and of course everyone will read it and of course they'll all LOVE it so then I'll have enough publicity to say just kidding and sell even more books. But he didn't know it was going to sell that much. And if he lied about doing amazing things it wouldn't sell if sucked at writing. So this guy must be PSYCHIC! Or insanely cocky.
I've been playing a lot of internet checkers lately. It's really fun except for the fact that I've only won three game out of like fifty. The only thing is that it has this little chat thing. But you can only pick chat stuff from the stuff they give you. Of course they're all stuff like "Good Job" or "King Me". I always seem to get the idiot who spends ten minutes sending me scrolls of "Good Job". So I'm sitting here being like I really wish they had one that said "Fuck you, you goddamn psychotic asshole". I only wish.
I still don't have any hair ties.
I've been playing a lot of internet checkers lately. It's really fun except for the fact that I've only won three game out of like fifty. The only thing is that it has this little chat thing. But you can only pick chat stuff from the stuff they give you. Of course they're all stuff like "Good Job" or "King Me". I always seem to get the idiot who spends ten minutes sending me scrolls of "Good Job". So I'm sitting here being like I really wish they had one that said "Fuck you, you goddamn psychotic asshole". I only wish.
I still don't have any hair ties.