May I please pretend I don't know Justin Hawkins?
Technically it's still my birthday here but I've already had cake so all that's left to do is make my update. Happy Birthday Michael Stipe. New Year's Day Rachel and I rented a pedal boat, determined to become two of America's newest and richest immigrants. It was freezing and with scarfs flapping behind us in the wind, we took off. I've got about as much stamina as a dictionary so we barely made it back to land and found alternative transportation. Since she's so keen on turning me into an utter poofter, I persuaded her to come stay mine and Mark's apartment. The idea of no paparazzi and super sized buckets of fried chicken were really all it took. I heard a rumour that American Idol auditions will be held soon and she's helping me warm up to hit all the high notes in america the beautiful.
There is extra cake and beer so I'm going to deal with that now, in closing I'll leave you with this: Account type: Paid Account, expiring 2007-01-06 Thank you anonymous donor, I hope I don't let you down.
There is extra cake and beer so I'm going to deal with that now, in closing I'll leave you with this: Account type: Paid Account, expiring 2007-01-06 Thank you anonymous donor, I hope I don't let you down.