Four things to talk about. No wait, five.

1) My Besterest best fan (cough, stalker, cough) got my 8000th hit prize. What does she want? Just that I keep writing this blog. Aww. Isn't that sweet? Why can't you scumbags be more like her?

2) I had a dream last night about co-ed living and showers. And all my closest friends were there. Now, before you call me a perv or some shit, let me explain. It felt like a Friends time setting, where everyone was just really good friends, but you could feel the slightest bit of sexual energy between everyone. I mean, I was showering, but I wasn't tryin all hard to steal a look or anything. I just glanced over, saw what I saw, and just went on my way. Hey, she did the same thing. No hot naked shower sex, no whip cream pajama parties.. That my friend, is another dream.

3) I absolutely hate people who lease expensive cars. That's... insulting. I don't know how to put it. "Hi, i'd like to rent this nice high class car from you for the next two years. I can't afford to buy it, but I want everyone to think I have money."

4) It doesn't really bother me when someone says "Wow, you act just like him!"... but it does when the person is YOUNGER then me. Hello? I was here in the world first. Give me a little respect and say *he* acts like *ME*.

5) Handkerchiefs are nasty. Think about it. You're blowing your nose in this rag... and then putting it back into your pocket. What? You wanna save that nose-sludge for later? Doing an experiment to see how many boogies you can fit on one piece of cloth? That's disgusting, why not just hock your loogies in a jar and put that shit in the fridge too?

Alright, that's enough bitching today. Thank you, drive through.

P.S. Drexel blows me like a used handkerchief and drives me crazy like a leased car... but I act just like them!