of course, only when you sniff it. don’t sniff my pilon.
i want to let everyone know that i have sincerely been trying to post for like the last 3 weeks… but something comes up, or the sites isn’t working, or i get annoyed with a slow internet connection . . . anyway, bottom line, i’m finally posting and i deserve a prize – who’s getting me a prize?!
i found an amusing shirt at despair.com which i think suits me awesomely. simple – black with a quote “more people have read this shirt than my blog” which i think would be very true. in fact, is anyone reading this post? maybe this is more like my electronic teeny bopper diary – and if no one reads it, i can share my most inner thoughts:
- i have sniffed my pilon
- i liked “sisterhood of the travelling pants”
- i cried in the simpsons movie
- i used to lick the inside of microwave popcorn bags (but now that would make me barf)
- i want extreme moose tracks ice creak for breakfast, lunch, and dinner
so, we have 32 days until we realize we all just put ourselves in debt for a 5 sec poor-job-of-acting-fake-“i-appreciate-this-gift”-reaction from your friends and family. well, it’s not always fake, but i have chosen to be pessimistic and bitchy for this paragraph. hah-hah! i wonder if i should give someone my pilon? fuck that, no one likes this pilon more than i.
we are going to see hitman tomorrow night with friends of ours. previews look pretty good; i am not going to check out rotten tomatoes as i want to go in with no pre-judgement based on other people’s opinions.