putting off packing by blogging.

yes. that is precisely what i'm doing here. this is my second blog of the day and considering i just wrote the other one, this is very sad because it explains how little of a life i have.

i'm leaving for vayycayy demain (that's french for tomorrow) and if i don't get a tan, i'm gonna shit bricks on someone. i go from white to red from the burn of trying to tan then back to white again. i never get tanned. it sucks monkey butt. i'm gone for a week and i still haven't packed. i'm kewl like dat, yo. maybe i should go do that now.

nah.

so i just saw that i have 11 followers at el momento. dude, that's facking chill times. no joke. that means that 11 people thought this didn't suck enough to actually want to keep reading my random babble. just fyi, i update everyday. so keep checking back. kay? kay thanks a bunch.

hang on, someone's at the door. bee are bee.

back. it was some dude who had the wrong house. we had a rather friendly conversation. i answered the door and he had like, a blank look on his face, so i wanted to know what the dealio was. here's how our convo went down:

he was like, "Hi, is Frankelbert there?"

and i was like, "Um, no?"

so he was like, "Oh. Well what time will he be back?"

so i was like, "Dude. He doesn't live here..."

then he was like, "HE MOVED?"

and i was all like, "No. He doesn't live here and he never has."

and he was all, "Oh." then he walked away cluelessly.

man, you should have seen the look on his face. it looked like he just shat himself. effing hilarious. i was about to run and get my camera to take a picture of him to put on this blog, but i don't think he would like that.

so thats all the ramble for today. have a superawesometastic spring break. be safe and have fun.

(i don't know why i said be safe. i sound like an adult. ew)

lovelovelove

your favorite blogger. haha. blogger. funny word.