livebloggin from the barrel

i hate getting stuck with my back to the door. or as the iphone first thought I said - Dior. i mean, what if they come in shooting? or, like, flinging fashionable faux furs?

when ever i see a car like my car carooming down the parkway i always look to see what kind of person is driving it. if the driver's like a dweeble or something i might have to do a write up to the slingshot car coolness committee. right?

::sigh::

where's my egg and bishkit?!