Best. News. Ever.

Don’t screw me this time, Ticketmaster.

My poor, hole-riddled heart can’t take it. 

Rejoice indeed.

My phone fucking sucks. I’ve dropped it on average of two times per week for like months. You would think that I’d have figured out by now that my front pockets are mad shallow, but I havennnnn’t.

My track ball doesn’t let me scroll down, I lost my “back” button in the rain, in the dark, in a safeway parking lot last Saturday. The faceplate is dumb loose, and oh, I look like a child (high school – max) every time I make a call.

Moral of the story: I’m over it.

The countdown has begun. According to Gizmodo my prayers will be answered in t-minus thirteen days.

Thank the Lord.

Ha!

Super cool concept from HVW8.

Kid Sis for Married to the Mob Spring ‘09! [<3<3<3]

Oh Tarina…

 

“I’ll do it for free, Chicken!”