Ho ho ho, bitches.
Hmmm...ho ho ho? YO ho ho? Santas a pirate.
Anyway, its christmas eve and I'm bored. There's still nothing to do in Kansas, besides pushups and intarweb browsing. Which, to be frank, and to be earnest, sucks. It sucks balls, man.
The only real excitement is the anticipation of what this 'Santa' figure will bring me. And for those of you too young to know: SPOILER ALERT--->
SANTA IS A BIG ******** LIE. Don't get your innocent little hopes up, bitches. Santa's not real. Sneak out of your bedroom around midnight tonight, and youll see. The jolly red fatass is your parents.
Unless, of course, you're jewish. In which case the jolly red fat man is either your father, or an insane madman bent on terrorism.
I'm hoping for 360 gear. It's still new and shiny, and I'd like nothing more than new s**t for it. Maybe some games, maybe a fancy (but comPLETELY unecessary) wireless headset. I've got my eyes on Call of Duty 2 and 3, Battlefield 2: Modern Combat, and Sonic the Hedgehog.
God, I don't know why, but Gaia has made me one cynical b*****d when I'm online. Happy ******** holidays, bitches.
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