a day in which i badly wish to baby my farkin sore leg.

also a day in which signore fatboy's weapon of choice keeps rolling around in me head. so now that means in addition to making wierd faces and talking to myself in front of my screen, i'm trying unsuccesively to hum that tune ... which is damn hard because it's got plenty of wack electronic tones. someone should film me sitting here. :)P

at the dregs of my cv so that means snarking down super sweet stuff. ew.

been two months and still so ecstatic about the clark kentish frames. :) hair cut ain't too bad either. and now ...now i'm all over the new cell phone that i will never turn on. i'm so hip and with it ja. :)

poopie time again. vat else is new eh.

harry pooter time on wednesday. hell yieah.