WASSUP, BITCHES.

I dunno, I have urges. Suffice to say it means nothing.

Good aftermorenight, my faithful readers (what readers? I bet that I haven't gotten a single hit in the last 48 hours. If only people COMMENTED, then I would know I was WRONG.)

To move on. Remember sabrina? Yeah, its official. I basically, at the UNENDING PRODDING of her ANNOYING friend, went up and asked her if she wanted to do anything this weekend (not that I needed encouragement, we both knew we were going out already. Jesus god, lady) . Oh, and the secret? Its a secret from her mother. I can't say I blame her, my own doesn't know a goddamn thing about this.

On an unrelated note, I like british things. I want to move to britain when I'm older. Thoughts?

Speaking of british things, fell in love with the new bugatti veyron. It's the fastest car ever. That thing could beat a F1 with its 8-liter, V16 engine. And the 1005 HP that comes with it. And the 10 radiators used to cool it.

Thinking about a new posting schedule, would anyone be opposed to a less-than-each-and-every-day post schedule? Like every other day? Just a thought.

Also, just got a $25 itunes card. What kind of music should I get? I like rise against, nickelback, the foo fighters, MCR, MSI, and sum 41. Reccommend something.