DAY 1
Cotton candy is known to cause short children.

Come on people ... just stick to your opinion, and I'll be happy.  One day, people are saying the more clothes you wear, the better ... 1900's for example ... and nowadays, a tube top for a shirt and a tube top for a skirt works out.

Not much more I can say, except if you believe something, stick to it, okay?

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DAY 2
Whoever said cotton candy is known to cause short children ... what a bleep.

My life is a black abyss.  I was eating cereal, and I leaned over to grab the remote.  Anyway, so I was holding the remote and I found out it didn't have any batteries in in.  It was so fascinating that I was holding my bowl at like, a 90 degree angle, and I spilled milk on my blanket.  Screw it, I shall cry over my spilled milk!  I shall sob, weep ... and uh, yeah.

So, now that we have that useless information covered, let me just tell you that I never attempted the "Koala Bear Operation 210".  I pulled the thing out in Physics, and the teacher gave me a questioning glance.  In fear, I flung it at an unknown chemical and suddenly, the whole class turned into giant pickles/picklettes with Accounting books.  Fortunately, I never got kicked out of class!  Some other kid almost did though.  He forced a spawn of Japanese Furbies to attack the giant pickles/picklettes with Accounting books.  No.  Wait.  I think they were Chinese Furbies.  It was hard to tell ... hey, they could have been Korean for all I know!  I sort of assumed Japanese, but now that I think about it, they could have been Chinese, Thai, Cambodian?   Well, the details might be a bit off in that story, but ... it's like, late.  And that's my excuse, and I'm sticking to it.

Anyway, the point of this blog ... right!  So I was talking to my friend the other night, whose name I would never disclose ... *cough*BillGates*cough*.  Nawww, but that would kind of be cool, hey?  People reading are like, you are such a hardcore nerd, who would want to meet Bill GATES!  HAAA.  I'm like, you know, he paid me just for chasing some seagulls off his jet.  And then, the jealousy kicks in.  BUT, OKAY.  So I was talking to this mystery person, and we both agree that people have become way too serious lately.  It's like, you need to put on a hippie costume with a nametag that says, "My name is RAINBOWS AND BUTTERFLIES!" and run around screaming, "WHO'S YOUR DADDY!  IS HE HOT LIKE ME!?"  Because you are THAT far gone.  Yup.  I dunno'.  I think people just need to shut up, let go, and have fun.  Just saying.

P.S.  HYPNOTIST, FRIDAY!  Yipee.