There are multiple people I work with that insist on playing that damn Rebecca Black song every Friday. I can say I am still successful in never hearing the song in its entirety. I leave the room every time. And I'm starting to wonder if that's why they insist on playing it.
I have come to the conclusion that I am, in fact, the common denominator in my no-friend-zone.
I found something yesterday that could be the solution to world peace, and it only costs a dollar. It's a "limited edition cookie flavor" Crunch bar, modeled to taste like Girl Scout cookies. I'd show you a picture of how many this fat kid ate, but the internet and my phone are fighting.
I finally found a car, and I love her with all my heart. If you follow me on Instagram, you've already seen it. If you don't, you should. I'll post it here once I can get my simple brain to figure out how I save pictures from Instagram anywhere else.
Today started off as an alright day, but the people around me insist on playing horrible music and singing in horrible voices and I am now decidedly antisocial.
All joking aside, we had a friend get murdered the other day, over not allowing an underage kid into his party. What is wrong with people?! Seriously. It's just plain not okay to stab someone else over something so ridiculous. He was a really good guy and will be missed.
I hope you have a fantastic weekend without death or fire or any other bad things. I hope everything goes exactly your way, today and tomorrow and forever. Because you are wonderful. That is all.