So I think I'm going for the second year in a row. Look out for me if you're there. Imma be Tintin, the Blue Spirit, and last, but certainly not least, Napoleon Dynamite.
I'm learning that dance, bitch. Ain't no one gonna blow this junk outta the water. I'll be so hot there will be no water. Because I evaporated it. With my heat.
Shit's gonna get so real, for real. Like it will be the realist it's been since you nearly choked on that grapefruit. You know the one. That philosophical one that actually talked to you before you sliced it in half and spilled an unnecessary amount of sugar inside. Oh? Not familiar with that one? ... Must've been a special case.
Those of you thinking of frequenting the Baltimore area on the Otakon date, maybe give me a clue as to how you may appear. I might recognize your ultra-kawaii-desu cosplay of Helga from 'Hey Arnold!'.
Listening to: Jamiroquai- Canned Heat
Reading: I forgot.
Watching: I forgot.
Playing: I forgot.
Eating: A F*CKING GRAPEFRUIT, BITCH.
Drinking: I forgot.