Hey, you know those things called transitions?  Who needs ‘em?  Not this post!

What’s a Bieber?

I don’t get the romanticizing of the vampire thing.  To me, it’s like having a pet tiger: it might be fun and different but eventually he will eat you.

I heard a lot of really good new music this weekend that I immediately went home and downloaded so I could put it on my mp3 player and have those really good songs with me.  You know what song is in my head today? Owl City “Fireflies.”  Dammit.

Whilst clothes shopping, I saw this dandy shirt available:

That’s right, it’s  Nickelback shirt, just in case you were looking for a way to announce to the world how big of an asshat you are without just wearing a trucker hat that says “ASSHAT.”

Here’s the amazing part:

That’s right, they were charging $20 for this privilege.  I think it’s ironic because this isn’t even close to the actual amount that someone would have to pay me to wear this shirt for a night out.  I wouldn’t even want to use this shirt as a rag to dry my car because then it would get all Nickelbacky and I’d have to wash it again.

The speaker on my phone blew out.  Now everyone I talk to sounds like a robot, and I sound like a guy who only knows how to say the word “What?”