So I got hit with that whatever the fuck thingy on LJ that changes your icons. Dean Forester got morphed in Dmitri Martin:
SAM IS UNIMPRESSED WITH YOUR LAID-BACK BRAND OF SELF-AWARE INDIE HIPSTER PITCHFORK-CREAMING-THEMSELVES-HUMOR, SIR. :/
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I woke up and the first thing I was able to say today were the lyrics to "Jump Around" by House of Pain. I blame the fact that I used to listen to the roll call on HOT-97 every morning in elementary school. GOD I AM OLD. But I have a pretty new couch. :D
Okay, me and the gerbil are going to go eat Special K and plan a coup on the sous-vide-er and other thing with French words, d'accord. Meanwhile, go do this!
GO TEAM EVERYONE I CHOSE! (The Dark Angel bracket makes me giggle)