Did you just put spit on my hand?

Being buried alive in a coffin of rusty nails beside Liza Manelli, (I hate that alien bitch), sounds more appealing than going to work this morning.


After three hours of sleep, I woke up with Rush stuck in my head. Lingering from last night when I insisted we watch their concert on VHS.
"Shit. Alex has totally 80's new wave hair."
Allison's dad is seriously the coolest. I'm not even joking around (shut up, Janelle). He saw Rush. And he has Led Zeppelin and Yes and other rad bands on dvd.

I get free McDick's breakfast today. Let's all pray to God that I don't throw it up all over the shoe department.



"Wait. This doesn't say anything about not mixing pills and alcohol. If they don't warn me right on the bottle, then it means it's ok."