That something wasn't right here.

_{Britney Spears - Baby One More Time}



Today, *imafallenangel turned 19! YAAAAY! Everyone go wish her a happy birthday! The title of this journal is entirely for her and was her choice.



0 days to a birthday!
7 days to a flight.
8 days to AWESOMENESS.

Greeeeeen eyyyeeeees!

_{Roper - Say Sayonara}



*imafallenangel and I have now been going out for two years! She's clearly misguided and everyone should feel sorry for the pain she's been through. I KID.

She's the most amazing thing to ever happen to me and I love her very much. I can't wait to see her again in 17 days. These two years have been awesome. I honestly cannot express how much better she's made my life. I really hope this lasts much longer than two more years.

I LOVE YOU SIANY. LET ME HAVE YOUR CHILDREN.



I got a raise! And at the beginning of next year, I will no longer be at the location I currently work at. They're moving all of the catering to a different store because that store has more room for all of the stuff and it has built in money-saving capabilities. Unfortunately, it's also much further away from everything. Eh, what can you do?



0 days to two years!
7 days to a championship.
9 days to a birthday.
16 days to a flight.
17 days to AWESOMENESS.

That's been around for three years now!

_{Less Than Jake - That's Why They Call It A Union}



Snuggies are evil.

Seriously.

Someone (not me, though) needs to start a petition to have them outlawed in every country. I'm not even kidding.

They're so terrible, they've spurred an official Complaints thread and two polls from me, not to mention this very journal!

What the hell? I never do this much stuff over one thing.



I like when they give me my tips in ones with a single five, that way I can roll them with the five on the outside and make myself look five times richer. It's awesome. Plus, I pay my rent in cash, so the hassle never lasts very long.



My mood is always set to tired on my journals.

Because I'm always tired.



Seriously, I thought I did this a while ago, but I can't find where I did! Anyway.

5 days to turkey.
7 days to two years.
14 days to a championship.
16 days to a birthday.
23 days to a flight.
24 days to AWESOMENESS.

Without shakin' and I ain't fakin'! I'll bring home the turkey if you bring home the bacon!

_{Weezer - El Scorcho}



Best video from this weekend by far.



He's the 86-year-old owner of the Tennesee Titans, Bud Adams. He apparently didn't like the Buffalo Bills' crowd.



I'm far too tired and exhausted to do the LOL Corner today. Sorry, guys. You'll have to wait for tomorrow.

The kind that always leaves just when the best part starts. It ends so abruptly to leave you stunned and naked in your bedroom all alone. It's kinda funny how something so soothing gets interrupted by the ring of a telephone.

_{Hot Water Music - Bleeder (Alkaline Trio cover)}



My cousin Jennifer is married to Brett who serves in the military. They live on a base somewhere. My other cousin, Jennifer's brother Nick, is in the military at a different base.

The two were talking on the phone at some point in this past week. When they hung up, Jennifer told Brett that Nick said he was planning to do something "along the lines of Fort Hood." Brett told his superior officer. Nick was soon contacted by the FBI. He has no idea what's going on. Jennifer isn't answering her phone.

It's serious stuff. This isn't like going up to a teacher and saying, "He called me fat!" This is accusing someone of planning murders. It's not something to be taken lightly.

And yet.

There she is.

My dumbass cousin.

Accusing her brother of terrible things.

And there's the FBI.

Following up on the matter.

AND SHE'S ALREADY REPRODUCED. RARR. SHE HAS A KID. What a terrible world.