So I've been thinking lately about making a rap song about shorties and the club since it's never been done before and I'm so fresh.

I'm stupid.

I am thankful for my grandmother's cornbread stuffing, every member of my family - in all of the three families I visited today, my wonderful boyfriend, the handful of real friends I have, optical illusions, health, my pot belly, and the sense enough not to camp outside of best buy for fucking two days you douche bags.

Among other things of course

Eating a dick is the new eating a dick so eat a dick

Squirrels are running round and round, squirrels are jumping up and down, they're so quick, they're so fast, squirrels squirrels running past
But the turtle, he's a slow moving guy, never getting anywhere in the blink of an eye he's oh, so very slow, but he gets there by and by

LETS HEAR IT FOR THE CLUBHOUSE HIP HIP HOORAY!

Just call me the Brainfart Queen.

FLARRRRRRP

Did you hear that? My brain farted. My brain is a gassy sonofabitch. My brain is full of fluff there is fluff and farts coming out my ears.

USF lost last night and I think it was my fault. I've listened to all the games on the radio but this time finally decided to go somewhere with cable and watch. Then what happens? Poop happens. And bad calls.

I'm hungover. I like to play basketball.

I WANT TO EAT LOTS OF PUMPKINS

Lets carve pumpkins at my house - and I'll make pumpkin food and seeds - and we can drink pumpkin drinks and play slip n pumpkin guts/smash pumkins/pumpkin football

I'm just really all about pumpkins and I wish it was cold outside

Halloween anyone?

I've never made this much money before and yet I've never been so broke.

Funny how that works. Funny how I'm stupid.

Note to self:

Remember to bring notebook with you ALWAYS and EVERYWHERE so that when you need to make note to selfs you can write them down in it instead of on little pieces of post-it notes that get lost and crumpled in the bottom of your bag and later thrown away by accident.