One of the only weekends that I don’t work, I have nothing to do. Josh is getting drunk tonight, like he did last night/this morning. Actually, I lied, I do have something to do. My mom texted me a little while ago to ask if I wanted to watch Barnyard with her and Robert. I’m pretty sure his kids are over there, I’m not fond of them. Anyway. Boring. Bored. I’m cold. I wish I had a snuggie so my arms could stay warm while I typed. Unless I’m the last person one the planet to discover it, you (probably just Bridget?) should check out www.pandora.com It’s fun. It’s music. Bridget might not like it as much as I do because I don’t have very much music on my computer and I’m sure she does. So I like it. Fatty Abby has taken to going into my room for my clothes again. Drastic action will be taken. I’ll keep you updated. Just because My clothes are too big for me and they fit her, doesn’t mean she can take them. rawr. Josh needs to get on fixing the commenting thing… I may go to Wal-Mart…
