Chris Crocker was right. Leave Britney alone. Don't buy her music, don't watch her videos, and for god sake don't read Perez Hilton. Girl is gonna jump in front of a moving vehicle and end it all, I know I would.
That would complete this public service announcement from Scott Reed.
In other news, I really need to write some serious paperage, and then I will be more than happy to spill my heart and bowels onto this lovely blog. I would also love to make us a pretty one using Wordpress. How bout them apples.
I am assuming Roland broke up with his girlfriend because he heard word that I'm out to get his hand in marriage. To that I say bring it. By "it" I mean what I imagine to be the penis Hannah would have had if she had been born a boy. I truly have a crush on Roland, but the reality is it's only because being with him might be what it's like to be with Hannah. I think the crush started to wear off after he turned 16, though. It would be nice to be related to Casey Morin eventually. It's one of my life goals.
Essentially I have an unhealthy obsession with the men in Ms. Gullixson's life and I'm not sure what that says about me or my friendship with her. Someday I will be judged, and I hope by that time God will say it was all hot and fine.
I wish you all the best on your finals.
Love,
Me.
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