Damn, crazies!!

I woke up this morning and I thought, "Damn, I need a blowjob."

I arrived at work and I thought, "Damn, I want to have a deep meaningful conversation with a crazy."

I questioned myself whether or not I should seriously consider therapy, but then, I thought, "I don't want therapy. I like me crazy just damn fine."

Just now, I thought, "Damn, I should write a letter to Santa and ask him for a boyfriendtoy this Chirstmas. preferablyonethatlookslikeCillianMurphy,kthxbi."

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I won't be seeing Mister Potter tonight. I have to work in the morning and I'm afraid if I stay up until 3, there shall be and extra episode of The Great Zombie [that's me] Returns.

Friday's also no good. Everybody and their 7 generations will be at the theater. Since I am an extreme claustrophobic case and I cannot breathe without proper arms space, that's pretty much a no-no.

Saturday will be my day. Hahaha!!! Private screening. Ungodly hour of 8 in the morning. 30 rabid fangirls, most suffering extreme sleep deprivation and half has seen the movie so many times they have all the line memorized already. There better be a Starbucks nearby for group orgy and deep meaningful discussion on how movie!verse detours from book!verse afterward.

All y'all going to see Mister Potter tonite or tomorrow come spoil me rotten, now.

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I had a brilliant idea and it ran away. I don't even know what it was about.

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Amazon.com!!! You poopy, boo-boo, no good meannie!! Where is my Disco Pig?? How long am I going to have to wait?? You don't love me no more!!! ::cries::

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Damn! I'm feeling pooppy!