I'm feeling somewhat sentimantal in this chilly public library. Silly myspace pictures and lack of a bra and sleep can do that to me.
Only a few things could have pulled me away from my DVD player and cozy bed, and I found it here:
http://www.wingmusic.co.nz/Proving there is a God, and his name is Trey Parker.
Though no one has come out and questioned me about the subject, I find myself asking, why DO I gotta hate?
"My heart is as full as a baked potato-a. I think I know pricesly what I mean, when I say it's a shipdonkle day." If anyone can identify that, not only are THE coolest person ever by my standards, they are also the winner of my heart.
I don't think I really said anything at all.