I was scanning through the channels today. Bobby must've ordered some cable package because instead of getting the usualy mtv, mtv2, vH1... which i never watch, we now get IMF and Fuse! Hooray! International music feed which shows all these hot chicks from japan with their cheesy music and these weird indian guys with their silly towels. I think that new kid in my homeroom is.. well he's not indian. i'll have to ask. it's like gababagooksu. or y'know something.. this sure did turn out pretty pointless. While i was watching the IMF, i saw gwen stafani sing that song luxurious or something.. for those of you who haven't seen it she's like rubbing herself, no.. swimming in these... candy wrapper things (hawt...nope) and she looks like she's like.... doing them.. "Ohhhhh candy wrappers, i can't eat you because i'm anorexic and i wear much too dark lipstick that just might smudge all over my pale pasty face and into my bleached "natural" platinum hair... sooo i'll just rub my boney ass all over your candy wrapper platicy hawtness" That's exactly what she was thinking when she was lip syncing. no lies. and i'm super tired right now. the keys are sticking. my keyboard is very homosexual. my parents are pretty homosexual too. they sit out in the living room... and sleep on the furniture. that is the definition of homosexuality. i mean.. they have a huge bed. sleep in their own friggin' room... now i'm gonna go to bed. you bitches. i'm not even gonna read this over. i know it's stupid. i don't care. soo... FUCK YOU COP!