Ass and Patchouli
No, it doesn't smell like ass and patchouli in here, but I sure feel like ass. Those of you who remember me posting about the USC Gamecocks and how I just lurved them...... well seems that the rumors weren't just rumors after all. Yep, it's looking around 90% positive that Spurrier is coming to coach. Son of a BEEEECH! *sigh*
And I just have to say (changing the subject a bit), what the fook is up with those bastage people who decide it's cool to congregate at busy intersections and panhandle? I so fuckin hate those jerks. Yeah it might be for a good cause. But when I'm in my car in the middle of town, stuck at a stop light with rush-hour traffic..... DO NOT FUCKING APPROACH MY VEHICLE! And don't even ask me for money bub, b/c this chick doesn't have any. In face, why don't you toss some of those bills my way as a token of gratitude for me not PLOWING over your annoying ass! Ok? Do I make myself clear? Thank you.
And my new thing: things I've said that prove how lame I really am....
While just explaining to Wos that I just got done baking two dozen little mini-loaf cakes (I just got a new pan that makes 8 'baby' cakes that look like tiny loaves of bread), I made the following exclamation:
"i used my new pan. omg dude they so fuckin cute. it's unreal!"
Dear gods, I think I'm finally domesticated.