Hey ass snacks...it's 11:00 at night and I've really had an unproductive day. All I've done is get iniated into the "Clark" gang, dressed up in my alien consume, tried to kill Michael Keaton, got a PPO slapped on me by Michael Keaton, burped and blew it in my elderly neighbors face, tried out for a spot as background dancer, ate a bunch of those little candy things stuck on paper, wrote a poem about how little candy things stuck on paper were worse than Necco Wafers, gut punched my dad, sold acid to junior high kids, posted racist ads on Craigslist, moved Drake up to # 1 on my Most Wanted list, brought the drug "acid" back, bought body bags in bulk (say that 3 times real fast,) went cross country in my Winnebago, made a paper mâché ashtray, and found a new place to stay after my house burnt down by said ashtray.
•I think people who make appointments earlier than 10 AM are fucking crazy.
•I have no desire to surf. It's so unappealing, in so many ways.
•Rhea Pearlman=Diarhhea
•I hate the porn music in Golden Corral commercials. Y'know the one where they show fat kids shaking their head seductively in slow motion?
•Does anyone remember doing the song "So Long Farewell" from "The Sound of Music" in eighth grade and I was the little girl on the end, Liesl?
That was really gay.
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