r-pattz.. it sounds like an antacid or something.
I have some frustrations.
I should be writing these down in a fictional sort of way since my work of fiction is now about twenty pages long, but I won't.
1) my prom dress hasn't come. the only piece of clothing I received in the mail was a tee shirt with a happy hamburger on it that says, "I want to be inside you."
2) the girl who runs the email correspondance is a freakin' ditz. I want to go to Burbank, California and punch her in the ovaries.
3) I have to take my Fordham French Placement, but god knows where any of my Fordham paperwork is.
4) My uncle timmy is a cunt. He deserves to fall off of a cliff in British Colombia.
5) I have to clean Holden's cage and Holden does not look any better with his hamster mouth herpes/scurvy/ whatever the hell he has.
6) Breaking Dawn doesn't come out until August 2nd. Stupid preteens who cannot spell or form full sentences make me very upset due to the fact that they represent Twilight in the blogs of the internet. It makes me ashamed to have liked the same book as a complete imbecile.

I think that's it. for now.
S'later.