When we see a flying cow, we go, "Holy cow!" When we see flying feces, we say...

*murmurs*

I'm getting so frustrated about my computer randomly freezing that I could scream. That, or seriously trying to figure out (and fixing) the problem. Perhaps this afternoon. ...holy cow, it's 8:15. I better waltz off to bed. Ugh, I'm way too addicted to my computer. Bo so has the life I crave. It comes at too high a cost, really, but since he can't change that, I really hope he enjoys what he's got. Because he's a mean, stoopid poopy-head. He knows why.



You know I'll waltz...