I'm Slurping Ice Cream and You Should Do It Too

So I have a story to tell.

While preparing to type how neglected this thing is, I accidentally dribbled vanilla ice cream all over the F key of my keyboard. It was starting to slide between the little cracks between the keys and, in a moment of panic, decided that wiping it up would only further drive the vanilla-y goodness into the black hole that is the backside of the keys and thus, swooped down quickly and suctioned that shiz up like a vaccuum. Urgh. I'm disgusted.

ANYWAY.

This thing is neglected as BALLS. Wait, no, that's wrong, because balls are probably way more unneglected than this blog thang. At least balls get scratched every once in a while. This thing? Not even a TICKLE. It makes me sad and I clearly felt the need to address this most worrisome issue, probably because I'm currently procrastinating on some VERY SRS BSNS that needs to be attended to.

PROCRASTINATIONWINFAIL

Oh yes, and yesterday was quite fun. After finding a see-through lace shirt that just seemed to make so much SENSE in my brain and actually buying the item (I have come a long way, yes sirree) and then watching my grandma tremble and shake on her recently operated knee, I headed off to a 1920's themed paaaaaaartay. I was all cloched out, ate all the cigarettes, drank all the punch, snorted all the pixie sticks, lost all the Cannoli money, and then won it all back. Guillermo and I decided that when I grow up I will be a compulsive and lousy gambler, as well as a compulsive QVC home shopper that'll buy all this weird ass stuff she'll never use.

AWW WELL, WHO NEEDS TO NOT BE BANKRUPT ANWAY! :D

Maaaaaaan I wish all my weekends were spent pretending to be in the 20's. It'd be fun.