This should be mine, because pretty, and oh, hey, it has my name.

I’m playing the “ooh, lets look at things I want but can’t buy!” game. As usual, its oddly enjoyable, and really frustrating. But its okay, because in a half hour Joey is on Caroline Rhea, and there will be mad taping, yes. The joy, it is mine.

Also? Amelia should come visit. Cause she said she would, and its the weekend, and the rentals are returning next Saturday, and I’m going fucking insane. I need a voice that is both talking to me, and not mine. Don’t make me walk down to Rutters to talk to the scary brain-damaged guy, man. That’s just….that shit’s just cruel, yo.