I've written a poem... it goes a little something like this:
Roses are red,
Violets are blue;
I'm really bored.
HA... I'm so fucking funny, it hurts sometimes. Oh man... do you know the funniest part--it's actually killing me NOT to rhyme... I mean, that's really sad people... I'm fighting it though because I'm boring myself enough already... BAH.
So the Superbowl is this weekend... (umm, wow Ashley, nothing gets by you!) shut up. Watching football and looking cute while doing so runs in my family... don't believe me? Check this out:
yup... that's the baby sister, kickin' it one fine Sunday afternoon... it's just too damn bad her Eagles didn't make it... although I did make some good money off that game. HA... my wit ASTOUNDS me. =P
Ok enough of all that... I'll play Jack for two seconds though and say that I think Pittsburg will win. I have nothing to back that up with, just a gut feeling. But then again, everyone is saying they'll win, so I don't feel very special with my prediction. =P
UMM... time to end this post because I'm boring myself--oh! and I'm hungry, and food is more important than lj... but not beer.
Happy 24th Birthday LO!!!!! =D