I need to make parodies of songs again. Those make me happy... but I tend to do them on the spur of the moment, and when I try writing them down I think too much about the lyrics to make it sound... not as funny? Yep.

"I was in the turkey! I was there the whole time! It was meeeeee!"

GIR makes me happy too.

And so do... people. Except all the... people... that I know live so damn far away. Yeesh. Karen wants me to make friends with this one guy so she can be seg-wayed into being friends with him too.

Chicago has been playing semi-nonstop for the past two days. Now I feel like slimming down to 106 like Ms. Zellweger and donning a lavaliere that goes all the way down to my waist... except that getting that weightless is definitely unhealthy and I don't think anyone makes quality lavalieres anymore.

Speaking of vomiting, the grandmas are using rancid meat. Ate some of said meat today for lunch and had to eat massive amounts of sugar to keep the food down. So much for dieting. I'll start again tomorrow after that new Japanese restaurant.

Dad's been occilating between Encino Man, the Arizona Sports Report, various ESPN channels, the Golf Channel, and Bravo. With the exception of the latter, I'm beginning to get annoyed... just a bit. ::brandishes kitchen knife::

And now... True Life: I'm Getting Implants. At times like these I wish we could still use PIP.

Right. Time to sleep. I have to be up early tomorrow to get ready to sing... infront of all those old stiffs. It could be fun... right?

On a side note, Harry Potter can become a very dirty book when words (wand) are mispelled (wang). It's like the Star Wars Pants page... but funnier.