as i stare at the paper mache judge that presides over the top of our tv, i can’t help but feel guilty. i mean, he’s judgung me, right? what else to judges do besides judge what is and isn’t. i think that when he looks at me, he knows i’m isn’t.

or wasn’t.

or ever was.

apply above as necesary.

that spread aside, today is HAPPY DAY! (inspired by ryoko hirosue)

i got to lay in the sun, and i just went and bought myself a half rack of natty ice for 5 bucks. i can tell i got a good night ahead of me here. next week is bad, but that’s next week. the judge is looking at me and reminding me of next week…

*flipping off judge* yeah! take that! (the ownage is complete)