So yeah it’s like freakin 1:50 am dude, and I’m like totally awake and bright and gitty and horny. ok not [on the horny part. well i have horns. it's growing out of my skull. yeah, like right now].

my eyes, though, are like shutting down like that red curtains in the theaters after a horrible horrid play. mr. mraz is streaming his sexy guitar in the background, and i’m like freaking yawning dude, and i can taste that bad pizza that i ate earlier while i watch 27 Dresses from the cavity that i have on my back teeth. like literally that hole in the tooth can have food getting stuck in there, and you just have that bad taste of rotten food and you can just smell it even though your nose is like outside of your teeth. errr something like that.

so seriously this blog will be like a nonsense one, since i’m not going to go back and like edit it because now it’s like 1:55 am and i’m still stoked about the fact that james mardsen [is that his name?] from enchanted who plays kevin doyle in 27 dresses is like super boss and super hot that he gives me the chills and lets me cream in my panties. like it makes me want to watch enchanted again just to see him, but i actually love mcdreamy in enchanted, because he’s the shit. wait, i have to see Made Of Honor then. i bet his more the shit in that movie. hm… creamie panties.

so it’s like 1:58am and my mum’s not back at home yet, so i’m not sure if i should wait for her till sunrise, or just like stare at the window, but shit the moon has set already, shitty shit shit i miss the not-so-cresent moon. it was like bomb yo when i was driving home from dropping off marilyn banarlyn. the color was like creamy shit thing and it was basically beautiful and it made me wanna drive fast on foothill blvd but i’m such a scary cat because i’m afraid some like pedophile sherrif will like pull me over and think that i’m 16 because i dress like one and will like tell me to do a freaking soberiety shit test thing and then like bend me over and spank me. oh hell shizzle no.

so now it’s like 2:01am and i’m still gitty as fudge ice cream. i’m not drunk but i think i’m acting like a drunk, isn’t it like when you’re like super duper sleepy as fuck, your mind starts acting like a drunk? drunk funk fuck fudge. hm fudge.

ooo… does any virgins out there [yeah you] ever tried taking a pregnancy test just to get that funky weird thrill fun feeling? wait, what i’m basically asking is that is there any virg out there ever tried doing a pregnancy test just for the fun of it? What if it did turned out pos +++++??? wouldn’t that be something? watchu been doing, huh son, in the bathroom???? must be sticking the wrong sword up the vag? hwahea;sdjfa;ldskjfalsf.

ok i should sleep now. [link].a.a