My god I need to get over this late night 4am I'm going to blog cryptically while lurking facebook thing.

Just did a mini room cleanup. Just the desk though because the rest of the room is still reeling from the effects of my epic Monk-like cleaning spree a couple weeks back.

So Christmas is like, over. It actually feels like it didn't happen, the only evidence being my horrifically bloated stomach which came about due to watch an entire series of The Unit in one day and eating turkey and mashed potatoes drowned in gravy like every four hours. They fucking killed Hector wtf iled him.

Still have the series finale of Pushing Daisies to tackle. I think I'm subconsciously saving it for a day when I'm incredibly depressed.

So bbc and bbg need to come over and deflower this gossip girl tv verz virgin. Cuz I now haz series. Tbh I just don't like liking things when everyone else does. Yes I'm stupid that way. It's incredibly Gair of me. O I also have Another Cinderella Story and Ballet Shooz with Emma Watson who needs to die just because of the fuqery that is her perfection. But cashie does not rly want to watch Selena but if she can handle twilight GIRL CAN DO ANYTHING. Though she will probably not be able to handle the Duffathon. It's on.

I HAVE TWO NEW ZITS ON MY FACE AND I WANT THEM TO GO THE FUCK AWAY.

Ladeeda dang. I will not hgb myself to sleep. No. No she says as she unravels her ipod earphones.


Thoughts of new year's continuously lurk in my mind.