Friday.

So I was thinking today that I could marry an Irish man, because then I would name my child Seamus, and no one could judge me for it. Well that, and I want a husband who drinks like a fish, curses like a sailor, and eats potatoes like there is a famine. Also, I would like all my children to be leprechauns, so that all I ever have to feed them is Lucky Charms. Jk lolz brb. That got weirder than I had intended.

I hope that you all have a wonderful weekend and do something that is a hot pissin' good time. I plan on paying some bills, sleeping in, hanging out with friends, and probably brushing my teeth with a bottle of Jack. Actually, I've been contemplating putting up Christmas decorations. Call me Crazy-like-Kim. But I figure since I won't actually be here for Christmas, its ok to put them up earlier, to enjoy for longer...

I was going to say that I could post some pictures of the end result of the Christmas decorating- but then I realized that most of you have never seen where I live, and you probably all picture me living in a cold, damp cave, eating raw fish heads for dinner every night, and crying into my tattered rags that I wear as clothing. And I'd like to keep it this way, please never picture me any different. This fish head's for you guys tonight. Mozel Tov.