F*ck Me Gently with a Chainsaw...
I spent the majority of this gorgeous evening (see snowing) asleep. In my bed.
I awoke because my silly vati insisted on making pizza. I appealed to his normal side, insisting that I couldn't possibly make pizza since I don't give a shit about proper nourishment since i'm currently in the cavern of despair, and everyone who encounters me must be marked with despair.
It ended up being ham and salami pizza.
I ate tens of fives of slices.
Not voluntarily, however.
It was a forced feast.
I really wish that the boy who dances horribly would notice me the way I feel I should be noticed.
Maybe if I vomms more frequently.
There must be something to the Nicole Richie nutritional diet.
Bitch has some sexy ribs...
BLAH
I'm off to return my millions of movies to my insubstantial median wage place of employment.
I wish I had a red scrunchie that symbolized my friendship hierarchy.
I am clearly the highest heather.
Shannon Doherty you can wait for this crown (M.Cshoe, you can be Shannon Doherty. I love you. But you're Brenda)