Burger-in-hand

The radio is depressing me with its sick JOHN MAYER ticket giveaways. I am kicking myself in the ASS for not getting tickets sooner. EH. 'NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Yes.'

Hung out at Jason's last night, which ruled as per usual. MST 3000! WEEEEEE! Constance.

Wow, blogger is seriously posessed. It published my last post like 60-12 times. Get a grip! I'm kidding. But seriously tho. Nah. But really.

I work from 2-cl tonight. I'm NOT gonna make it.

Must jump in shower ASAP.

And on THAT note, I think I'm going to write MORE.

Holy crap, I am so jizzed to see Anchorman. Will Ferrel kills my bones. I do indeed want my own. COME SEE HOW GOOD I LOOK!

Holy shit, I'm deleting that freaking post...taking me forever. FUDGE IT DOWN, more like.

Yes. The WHOPPER is a disguting MASS of beef and ketchup. I so ate one WHILE driving home on I-25. Not a good idea. One word: DRIP.

RANT: The first Teen Wolf is the one and only. Teen Wolf 'TOO' was a huge freaking disaster that needs to go back into the hole it crawled out from. Take a HIKE, Jason Bateman! And who is this poser Styles? WHAT the freak?

5 MORE of the same post to delete.

The rents bought a new Sirento. ME LIKES.

My mom just called the radio the "Prince of the Power of the air. THE SIREN SONG!"

Wow.

WHO AM I