I cling to New Jersey. I cling like plastic wrap clings to itself when you're trying to cover a bowl of fruit salad. One day left in Jersey and I feel like the cliched headless chicken, frantically running in circles as my feathers fly everywhere and my time quickly runs out (okay, morbid).
That is all I really have to say about that. There are no fun pictures in this post mostly because I am energy and scanner-less at the moment (but also because I have no desire to draw decapitated poultry). In somewhat terrific news, though, I have purchased a printer/copier/scanner for the low, low price of $30. Muchos gracias Best Buy. So doodle spam to come in the near (gulp!) future.
In completely unrelated conclusion, I throw my hands up in the air sometimes saying, "FUCK YOU TAIO CRUZ". You've sneakily hooked me again with your catchy, dance-in-the-car jams so that I am forced to scan the radio for your latest (p.s. underplayed) song while hating myself for loving you so much. Why, Taio Cruz. WHY?
Listen. Love. Then hate yourself for loving. AUGH.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VUjdiDeJ0xg&feature=av2e
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