I wasn't aware that the LC had a blog feature,
so in the words of Theodore Logan and Bill S. Preston, Esq.
"Bonnnnnnus!"
:D
So today went with the mum-sicle (as in popsicle) to le Dr.
Not fun... at all. But hey, got free lunch and some new perfume! Yay!
Now am sitting down, being a lazy bum. I have a pile of clean laundry on my bed, waiting to be folded and put away, and another pile of dirty laundry on the floor, waiting to be sorted and put into the washer. Blah! Don't want to do either of those things. At the moment, I just want to talk to my favorite person. He knows who he is. Doesn't he? Don't you, Cillian? Anyway, I either want to talk to him, or have sex with Kiera Knightly. And that's it. I have a feeling that neither of those things are going to happen, so I'll just go cry in the corner, maybe rock myself to sleep. Who knows... the possibilities are endless.
So, after reading chapter 1 of Augusten Burrow's "Running With Scissors," I decided to go ahead and pass on reading the rest. Not really my style. For one, it's written in first person. Aside from "The Catcher in the Rye," I can't STAND first person. And come on... he's 12 years old. I don't want to read a 12 year old's POV. No matter how screwed up he is. So on to other things. Perhaps I'll finally brave "Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell." Eesh... that's a scary thought. I think my brain might explode. Maybe the collection of George Orwell Essays Amanda bought me. Nice one btw, Amanda. Seriously. Because I loved "Animal Farm" and "1984" sooooo much... (sarcasm peeps).
*thinks* I believe that's all for now. Yay for blogs.
-Freak McFreakster Vl
