Oct 26, 2006 23:52
My mom just mailed me lingerie, so I've obviously hit a new low. I thought the time I awoke in a speakeasy in a pool of someone else's vomit was as bad as things got, but I was wrong. In addition, I think I'm balding from stress, and I feel like a zombie.
I'm mad at google, because it's always trying to make us more innocent than we really are. I type in "DVDA." Did you mean "DVD"? Um, no, I already know what a DVD is and whether or not it's physically possible; however, I can not say the same for DVDA. I type in "chupacabra." Did you mean "copacabana"? Yeah, clearly I'm interested in locating information on a particular Barry Manilow song.
The University of Florida serial killer died singing a made-up hymn. What a waste of a death song. I would sing something way more ironic if I were being executed, such as "Sam, You Made the Pants too Long" by Barbra Streisand or Bette Midler's "Otto Titsling."