My roomie is the best roomie in the world, and you all wish he was yours cause he's so damn cool. But he's not yours, he's mine. NEYAH!
My friends totally rock. They are the best friends ever. Some of them are your friends too, and that's okay, but you don't have them all, only *I* do!! :D
Clay and Caffeine and Shopping DO NOT MIX. I bought the following today: Bella Fleck and the Flecktones Outbound, Soul Coughing lust in phaze, Mark DeGliAntoni Horse Tricks, Tenacious D's Tenacious D and D Fun Pak and The Whole Love Thing, Sorted from the QAF Soundtrack. Too much money spent, but many hours of listening pleasure ahead.
Fuck if I didn't know that Hitting CTRL-I and CTRL-B in this damn live journal client didn't insert the HTML code for bold and italic and CTRL-U works for underlined! and CTRL-M inserts links, and CTRL-T does something with unordered lists and CTRL-H opens the history screen so you can edit old posts and CTRL-J lets you switch Journals if you post to more than one and that is all for now I'm tired of testing.
I ROCK! Just because.
The gym is helping me to become as sexy as my car. Once I am as sexy as my car, I will steal cosmicserpent's Mack and become the new Mackmaster.
You all want me. Face it. It's okay. I accept that. We can still be friends. I understand that I have this effect on people.
Take Proclamation #3 and apply it to LJ posting as well. :D
Time to EAT!