I like you uglies, but don't talk to me.
It's late. And I'm exhausted. Watching two episodes of American Idol in a row will do that to you. Especially when your trachea (pronounced Tray She Ah) gets irricatated by your rectums. And no, I haven't lost it. Those were actual words used by a contestant on yesterday's San Francisco AI, which I just watched tonight. And no, I'm not providing a link. I can't find it. But it was hilarious.
I can't decide if I want to take a shower tonight or in the morning. Oh, the pressure of it all.
Do you ever feel like the dirty dishes breed? I mean, I did dishes today around 3:30pm, and now I've got a sink full of dirty ones. What the hell.
I think I'm gonna take that shower. I'm cold, and it'll help warm me up before I jump into bed. Or not, I dunno. Did I mention I'm exhausted?
This HAS to be the dumbest post EVER.