So, it feels sort of like someone took a couple spoons, shoved them up my nostrils into my sinus cavities and then just kinda jabbed around a bunch.

I think that I may go to see Snakes On A Plane just because of Jeff Rowland.

I think this means I'm a whore. But I'm not sure.

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What? March Madness? Me?

Nooo, of course not.

*scrambles to hide bracket*

Ha! Why do a history project when I can spend the entire hour reading Dr. McNinja?

Today, I have done absolutely nothing, for the first time in about 3 weeks.

It feels pretty damn good.

Bitches.

Note from Albert to the musical cast posted on the make-up room mirror:

"Hey guys, the nuts on the counter are for you, take as many as you want.

Oh, yeah, and I quit."

Priceless.

And so the shit hits the fan.

goddamnit.

So, zippers and genitals do not mix.

fucking ow.