smug little smart car

in your snug little spot. You look like a fucking dork is all I'm
sayin'. A cute dork. But still.

Paris better watch herself.

It's not enough that you were already one of the all-time most irritating people ever.  The baby voice alone made me cringe.  But really, bitch, now you're biting *my* style?  Really?  The last thing I need is some celebu-slag running around talking like me.  This isn't the first time, but I let it go before. I mean, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.  I'm over that shit, tho, now you're just annoying.  If I were you, I'd stop parroting me cuz I'm totally gonna start saying really uncool, awkward and flat out weird things.  Your stock will plummett.  Don't eff with me, Paris, I am so cereal.

Loves it (NOT!)

I heart stumble upon.

It's the best slash worst. I mean, I just clicked stumble and guess what I got? http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Corridor/5177/ It's a whole page about unicorns. Like, just random unicorn miscellany. My dear friend Adam just gave me an actual project so that I can feel productive so...I'm gonna stop posting.

ps, this might be the worst blog post ever. I'm aware.

I don't think I should have to work today.

Does anyone agree with me? Of course you do. I mean, I'm super tired and feel like poo and I just really can't deal with doing my actual job. So I don't think I should have to work. Who wants to call my boss and tell him to give me the day off? I could really use a good maui babe sesh in the sun somewhere.