Told Gabriel that I wanted to make and sell arm warmers. He wants to make and sell guitars.
Together, we are an Avril Lavigne factory!
Please don't hurt us.
Speaking of which, I heard on the radio that there is a rumor about Avril Lavigne getting engaged to some guy in Sum 41 who she's been dating.
And I thought "My GOD. Should they breed, they will produce offspring with the worst stage presence in all of history." I have seen Sum 41 in concert. It was... um. My sister, her friends, and I literally ran away from the wretched noise. It was horrible. The lead singer was NOT moving around and expending enough breath to justify the complete lack of hitting-the-right-notes that was occurring, and the band seemed to be either suffering from amnesia or were simply too drunk/stoned to remember how to play their instruments. And the performanced of Avril's (televised) that I have seen displayed all the stage presence and charisma of a pile of dog droppings. It's not even that she doesn't move around while she sings and flails at her guitar - that I can understand. I wouldn't want to jump around a lot while singing and playing an instrument either. It's... have you ever seen a small child in a school play reciting a monologue that they have memorized JUST SO and are terrified of forgetting? That "fixed-stare-at-a-point-in-the-back-of-t
The bruise from my injections is now the size of a quarter, and a splotchy blue/black. It is delightfully pokeable.
My stomach is HATING me right now. It is somewhere between "done too many situps" and "gonnavomitmoveoutofthewaynowBLARGH". I guess the uterus got out all it's anger (see: random cramping and aching yesterday), and now it is the stomach's turn. Tomorrow, the Small Intestine!