False alarm guys.
Due to a terrible thunderstorm, the reception for SunTV (the 24 Tamil channel) was lost and thus my mom was unable to watch her soaps.
Leaving the TV to me. To watch.
That's right.
I Love the 90s.
The Lambada. Remember that guy from the subway station? Dancing with a doll? Sexually harrassing the doll? Yes. He was doing the Lambada. The Forbidden Dance.
I Love the 90s. Two hours of the greatest thing since Best Week Ever.
Finally, a retro show talking about things we know about.
Even though the only thing I knew about from 90 was Edward Scissorhands.
But hay, I learned stuff.
Pubic hair on Coke.
Pee Wee Herman jacking off in a porno movie theater.
Where else would I find this out?
VH1. The official channel of 841.
So guys, we had a close call yesterday. *shakes fist at DVD player*
My dad's trying to hook it up now. At least some good came out of it.
So Mary, I asked my dad about Beacon. He said okay, but not this week because it's raining. I didn't argue because I didn't want to push my luck.
 . Have fun without me.
In other news. I have found my conscience.
And I need to get rid of it. Dammit. It's screwing me up.
I feel bad about lying. What the hell? What's wrong with me?
Psshd but they're wrong. It doesn't become habit. I'm not addicted. To lying.
I'm just... very good at it.
nghbagtryilgfjadt.
Bye. | 
