Mmmm...

Cookie dough is so delicious. Someone really ought to start marketing that shit in single-size servings. At least that's what Angela and I discussed over dinner tonight at the Boston Market in Stop 'N Shop (classy, I know). But think about it - single-size servings would not only prevent junkheads like me from eating more than their fair share but would additionally yield a greater profit for Pillsbury & Co. because single-size servings of anything cost more, naturally. Those bitches should've thought of this sooner (snicker, snicker). Now I'm gonna do it, slap on a giant patent and call it a day. Suckas!

I bring up cookie dough because I'm eating it as I type this. I'm pretty much done typing for the time being, though, 'cuz I rented Ocean's 12, and I think I'm gonna watch it right now. Man, speaking of Ocean's 12, Brad Pitt is a pretty big douchebag. I mean, I don't even like Jennifer Aniston, but that shit he's pulling with Hottie McHot-Hot (Angelina) is pretty hurting.
After Ocean's 12 I might hit up the Campus Center for a neck massage and a try at the oxygen bar (part of final's week programming), which inevitably makes me think of stupid middleschoolers at The Block at Orange on Friday nights. You probably have no idea what I'm talking about unless you're from Orange County, but it's not worth explaining, really. Question, though: should I feel guilty for taking part in final's week stress relief activities even though I don't have finals or anything finals-related at all? I mean, I don't, but I just wanted your opinion.

All right, maybe I'll write more later, maybe I won't. Hopefully something exciting will happen so that I have to. Yeah, that'd be rad.

Now go back to work. Winky!

PS. Joss Stone is a skankface. I wish she would just go away already. As Angela would say, she's no poet of our generation. That would be Kelly Clarkson, obvi, so Jossy-Joss should just give up.