Me and T-Pain got our Wegmans on and I bought 20 bags of kettle corn. Should be sufficient, don't you think? Yes, I believe so. We listened to Fuck You and Secrets and In My Head and all the songs that make me want to jump up and down and be the man who jumps. Then I went to Woolworth (pronounced "hwool-hworth") and visited the fly female musicians who were totally in Phoenix's play with me: Phoenix and Rachel and Sandy and Charmaine and Sekai and Carolyn and I gave them kettle corn and kettle chips. I am glad that I met them because they are rad and I would not have except for the bizarre decision to be in a play.
Everyone (by that I mean T. Ewart and T. Pain) are getting their settle on without me. This means that I am sitting here drinking more tea (tea and vodka...is it good? I really don't know yet) and about to make more kettle corn and I am worried about my stomach. Let's see how the following conversation transpires:
Me: Hey Sarah, do you want to brawl?
Sarah: (closes computer, stands up)
I think that about says it.
Mood: The fight is on!
Song: Just A Dream- Nelly
Kettle Status: hard to keep track, but enough. Four shots so far.
All. Day.
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