Here I go again.

Helloooooo lover. Sorry. That's Carrie's thing.

So. I think 'About A Boy' is brainwashing me into becoming a British person. When I'm thinking to myself about stuff, I just randomly start using some of the terms that Will uses in the book. I dunno. Maybe I'm just brainwashing myself. Whatever. It's not like being British is bad. Hell, it's a shitload better than being an American, if I may say so myself. Well, perhaps I just say that because I'm not British. GRAR. WHATEVER.
I just saw Mamma Mia today. It was a very interesting, weird, hilarious, amazing film. Very...extravagant. Meryl Streep and her cohorts in VERY tight clothing...tons of hot Greek men (ooohh boy)...Colin Firth's character being gay (PRICELESS)...Pierce Brosnan (AKA James Bond) singing, which he should NEVER do EVER again in his life. EVER. And much much more. You are a dancing queen! Young and sweet, only seventeen! Dancing queeeeeen, feel the beat of the tambourine, ooOOoooohh!
Lalala...damn, I would think of more to say, but that would require turning off Degrassi and getting my mom to stop snoring. So...yeah. Also I want ice cream. So.

Mamma mia! Here I go again to the kitchen! Ah, fat-assery is a fun job to fill. Although it does have it's consequences. TOO BAD! :)

L-Bou.