Packin' Time

1:20 a.m.

Today has been a flurry of packing. I feel like my room is an island in the South Pacific and France is testing nuclear weapons on it - fuckers. My room is in shambles, now, and I don't even have the benefit of a possible giant lizard stomping on a city while Matthew Broderick sympathizes with it and stares at it like a moron until the very last minute where he decides that instead of sympathizing with it he should run away before it eats him.

Wow, that's a mouthful. Ladies, you know what I'm talking about. Eh? Eh?

Oh, never mind.

So, like I was saying, today has been spent packing. Tomorrow we pick up a U-Haul and fill it up right. Ladies, how about that one? Huh? Anything? No? Right, I'll move on. Once said U-Haul has been loaded, I'll be attending my brother's high school graduation ceremony (hooray), turning in early, getting up early, and then Saturday making the mega trip to College Station to finally get moved into my apartment.

Side note - anybody tried this new Mountain Dew: Live Wire that came out? I'll save you the trouble - it tastes no different than every other orange soda out there. Good? Yes. But so is a cheaper orange soda. But then again, everybody else got into this Code Red Mountain Dew craze and I never did, so what do I know about it?

Everything. Mountain Dew runs in my fucking veins. I only hope that rumor about Yellow #5 potentially causing impotence if taken in large amounts is unfounded. Since I currently have no problem popping boners at random, I'll assume that it is.

What were we talking about? Oh yeah. So people are always asking me, "Lee, what do you like about boobs?"

What? That's not what we were talking about? Well, it should have been. I bet people want to know the answer to that one. I'll just have to let my readership decide for yourselves. Drop me a line in my guestbook, telling me why you think it is that I like boobs. Just for the hell of it. Go on. I dare you. What, you chicken? Too chicken to write about boobs in my guestbook? Baaaawwwwkk-bawk-bawk!

My grandparents on my mom's side are coming down tomorrow for Sam's graduation. I haven't seen them since like Christmas, I think, when I went up to their farm for a few days. I think that was the same time that I wrote Andria like this monster huge letter describing said visit. Or was it? Yeah, I think it was.

It should be a grand old time. I'll let everyone know how it goes. Until then, good night.

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