Damn Cheeseballs...

I just sat here and ate a 7oz(198g) bag of cheap Kroger Baked Cheese Balls. I'm very disturbed with myself. I blame my parents for not letting me have junk food in the house.

Today was hella boring. I had to open the Store of Books at 10 this morning. I had no customers until like, friggin' 12 o'clock. But, I shouldn't complain. I got three books read. It was nice. I love reading. It's my only escape.

Apparently, it's Gerard's birthday. Let's bake him a cake, deliever it to him, and I'll pop out of it .I think that sounds like a wonderful idea, don't you? I do. Okay, all of you meet me at Target and we'll collaborate from there.

I think I' m getting sick. I'm more bitter than I normally am. But, I do have until Thursday off, so this would be a prime time to get sick. BRING IT.

So, my brother gets his laptop stolen, and my dad replaces it. What a nice gesture. Hey Dad...my shitty ass car got stolen. Where's my Mini Cooper? *shifty eyes*

I got my Cosmo in the mail today. It's got Carrie Underwood on it. After staring at it for a while, and admiring her halter top, I discover her halter top is a dress, not a shirt. I'm going to assume it just does cover her asscheeks. When the hell did the "I'm Wearing a Dress, But Not Really" trend come back in? Stupid trend. I don't have legs! I have Get Away Sticks! Makes me die a little inside.
Oh, and according to Cosmo, the Suprising Trait 80% of Men Find Sexy is...*drumroll*...*flips pages* ... THEY LIED. There's nothing there. It's a damn four page article. I can't stand it when they do that.

I've got a $25 gift certificate for Amazon.com. I don't know what the hell to spend it on. Damn.

I don't know what else to say. Um. The End.