I drink your milkshake. I drink it ALL up.

It feels weird to keep up with three blogs at once. True, they all serve their own purposes, but the OCD in me just can’t but help but wonder how alone one of them feels when the other two get their dose of love…and the other remains untouched. Sad. Sad. Sad. Such is the case for this post, as I have nothing really notable to write, but I feel as though I must write.

Things currently on my mind:

V4 Stupid lock-off move that I can pull maybe once every 5 tries. I suck.

I want to buy a t-shirt.

I really like my LG Dare

My fingers are calloused…and I’m starting to wish for smoothed hands again.

I really don’t want to wake up for physics.

Must go buy more cheesecake at Nations. MUST DO THIS.

I have a gash on my right Latissimus Dorsi. (Basically my right side.) It hurts, but whenever I shower, I pretend like I just got into an epic fight with a polar bear and he managed to get in a good swipe at me, but not before I slew him and mounted his head as a trophy. I also wear his pelt on cold winter nights. No really, there was a screw sticking out of the side of the wall and I got owned. Talk about buzz kill…? Did I mention the polar bear’s name was Sam? No? Fuck.

Berkeley weather needs to make up its fucking mind. Either stay foggy so I can wear a scarf and a sweater and look somewhat manageable or stay warm so I can just wear a tshirt. Damn.

Guitar Hero world tour comes out real soon. Woooooooo.