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I've only eaten fast food in the past two days. Haha, I'm disgusting. But not as disgusting as when I watched the guy at Taco Bell make my burritos with his bare hands touching the fixin's raw. The polaroid is of a painting I did a while ago. The colors are 2394808290 billion timez more vibrant in real life. and it's not so demented looking.
Anyway, today I did some last minute shopping, more like bought all the Christmas presents I had to, and had the wonderful opportunity to be stuck at the same light as it went from green to red, four times. I can't believe today is Christmas Eve Eve.
I bought The Killers' album, Hot Fuss, today. Yes, for myself. But yeah, it's not too bad. One song in particular is pretty neat, the one where you think the singer's going to say "dick," but he says "chest" and tricks you. Sneaky Killers singer.
Tomorrow, because of the Viking-Packer game, my family is obligated to go to a different mass than what we always go to every year. So, this means that I will not see someone, and I'll be going to a family-friend's church in a totally different suburb with totally different boyz, instead. Seriously, that's what I do when I go to church.. check people out and see who I want to sex. Amen.
P.S. Owen Wilson made Meet the Fockers a lot better.