Thursday

It's Thursday, and I'm not going to Roadhouse. Sadness. I feel like a fatass just sitting here watching TV. It's because I am dead tired. It's 9:30 and my eyes are clooooosing. Plus, I am enjoying watching some trashy celeb show on VH1. Sometimes I think it would be nice to be an heir to some great fortune like the people I'm watching now, minus all the rehab, drug problems, lack of privacy, annoying people around, rooms for just wrapping presents, and trashy VH1 shows made about you.

It's Eccentric Night at Bell's tomorrow. Are you ready? Whatever shall I wear?

Werd.