Don't you cry for me brimingham

So the political debates are getting stupider. I don't know if I'll get like shot or hugged to death if i say my opinion but whatev. Sarah Palin needs to use proactive on her close up on entertainment magazine for september and she needs to get her own homosexual hair stylist to get that weave out of that crap she calls a bun. McCain is a carbon copy of basically every Dude Ranch Texans idol George W. Bush. We're defiantly going to blow ourselves up. McCain is the shovel that's helping us dig our own graves. Or we can use Palin's dentures to carve our memories on our own headstones. Enough with the gay talk.

Speaking of leather bound books, i just ate three squares of cheese and I'm watching old video's. Coincidentally the end of the world one popped into my head.

Speaking of batteries, i started watching that documentary The Bridge. The Movie on how people of San Fran jump off the Golden Gate Bridge to to their death. Just watching it, it looks like the people are innocently taking pictures of the bay. Then out of nowhere this old man with a blue t-shirt and a red hat gets up on the bars and just jumps. It's so fucking crazy. Like it kept my interest for the 8 minutes. Usually I'm like fuck it after a while because i'm really picky with what youtube video's i watch. But this one was different. I kind of sort of want to go and add it to the netflix list. Sweet.

School sucks. So does thinking of what to write on a blog on a friday night. There's a Serdyke and Mater Gei game tonight. If i were a normal rosary girl i would most defiantly love watching gross buffed out guys tackle each other for their sacks. If only they knew that getting a guys bawlz were free in any dark corner, brought to you by the Servite Friars. Thank You Holistic Gentlemen.

I don't get how my mom gets to have her friend over and I can't. It's stupid. I'd rather be sitting in my front yard with someone.. anyone. you know.

Life's all chin ups from here!

Sincerly, Cris.