Good job Betsy, changing this kick ass blogskin into pinkness. Yeah, this is hella tight.
Betsy came over at 9 this morning, since her dad is fixing our kitchen up. We went around the mall a bit, ate some good Panda Express food, and saw "Christmas With The Kranks," which has Dewey in it. His real name is Erik Per Sullivan, even though no one knows it. Did you know that adorable little guy is 13? He looks about 8 to me. Did you know he speaks Swedish? Now you do!
So it was a good day. I even got paid for programming the grandparentals new phone, which happened to be the exact amount of money I spent today. Which reminds me, I finally got to buy the Moulin Rouge! sountrack. (Rachel: Call me!)
I have a point with this annoyingly long paragraph, so bear with me! You all know how I hate those idiot groups who think they're all original, and I'm like, "No! Stop, you Hot Topic morons, just admit it; the only thing more conformist than you is a lemming!" And also how I hate those angsty songs that are like, "Blah, I'm so abused and alone," because I'm always thinking, "NO! You privelaged, white American male, just stop this before I shoot you, like that old grandmother shot those rapists!"
So here's my confession (don't sing the song!) It's some serious word vomit. I like Simple Plan. That's right: Whiny White Teenage American Unoriginal Males. STOP LAUGHING! I can hear you now...
I have "Welcome to my Life," running through my head as I write this. I have fallen ill with stupidity. This is no way for me to behave. I have sense enough to know, but perhaps not to care...
Forgive me for my Simple Plan love? I still have morals enough to reject the satin that is Sum 41, Paris Hilton, Ryan Seacrest, etc.
And I still love you. Forgive me?
Adios.

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