Cheez-it...s.
That out of the way, I just got lots of stuff for
xmas... my birthday. I now have one of these really skinny loud phones. I really wanted one and was happy to have it until it refused to shut up. You know? It's like, NO, I don't want you to chirp like a duck when I open you. New phone in pocket I went to see a movie. (Zodiac btw and awesome.) The fucking thing refuses to realize that I
don't want it to make noises. Vibrate apparently means scream really loud. So...yes, I am posting entirely about my cell phone.
Not anymore! SO I also got a Xbox 360. It's bigger than... the first one? It's big. And noisy. But I got this game, Viva Pinata. Now don't stop reading if you don't give a shit, cause you will. It's this "kids" game and you start a garden. Normal so far, right? But the garden has to be made all nice so that pinatas, like the party things you smash, can move into it and "romance" with each other. Romancing consists of two pinatas dancing in their little house and then going to sleep. So Rare's idea of fucking is dancing paper machet animals with dramatic lighting. I kind of like that explanation more than the special hug mommy and daddy have. This is basically the entire game. But still I play it for 8 hours a day. God I love spring break. The pinatas don't have a gender or sex or anything. So that was nice. I just pretend they all have little candy-filled penises.
So on the note of
candy-filled penises , I leave you.