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I've been saying that compulsively lately. Not as a statement or anything, just kind of saying it randomly. More like singing it even. Ask my roommate, I'm a weirdo. Not quite as weird as her cat, Chitten, though:

What a weird cat. In all fairness, my dad's dog Koda is worse:

I would like to make it known that I did not see Harry Potter last night, nor do I plan to. I do, however, really want to post that picture of Daniel Radcliffe with his gigantic British penis flopping everywhere. But Blogger would probably kick me off, and the world would lose its toast to toast. So I'll include a posterior (fuck you, biology) picture instead:

So yeah, I'm really bored at work again. Lately I only seem to post from work. I think it's because I go home and do basically nothing all night. Then I get really lazy and when I think of writing something I fall asleep.

I just found a blog written by old ladies about young men's penises. I would post a link but I'm pretty sure I just stumbled onto a network of underground super cougars and I want to investigate this more before unleashing it to the world, or the six of you reading.

My fruit fly and I are telepathic. We can guess numbers between 1 and 10 over AIM and read the other person's thoughts and motivations. We're pretty much better than you and your fruit fly.

I could probably say other things, but there hasn't really been substance in this post yet and honestly, there's none on its way until the very end anyway, so I'm going to say good night. (I'm going to crawl into a cabinet and sleep now K BAI!!)

Advice for gays: There are too many of you at my college. Since it's summer vacation, it seems like a great time for half of you to leave. Gross and lame people first, thanks.