Happy Father's Day!... Now, How Many Of You Actually Hung Out With Your Dads?

* 12:36 AM June 21, 2010


Poor dads. Father's Day does not get the attention that Mother's Day does. But let's be fair, Mamas do have to push our fat heads out... But then again, Dad is the one who had to live through the nine crazy months of Mom hulking out on a moments notice. But honestly, I'm such a gift to my parents-- to the world, in fact-- that they've created a day for me: Kylie's Day. And Kylie's Day is everyday.

Toy Story 3 was indeed amazing. Cried like a little girl at a Twilight movie premiere. And all I want to do is talk about it for hours and hours, but not everyone has seen this gift to the film world. And those SELFISH people can feel guilty for affecting your blog reading experience. Shameful.

Now, moving on to complain about my room mates... We never get tired of that.

World, did you know that I cannot even lock my door when leaving my NEW YORK CITY apartment empty? Yes, all because my room mates A. lost their house keys that I made for them, and B. refuse to walk the four blocks to get some more made. Not that they could afford to get the three dollar copies made when they spend their money on more important things like bus tickets, dog food, and hair extensions.

I just hope I'm the one who gets raped and killed when someone breaks in-- excuse me, easily turns the door knob and walks in. That way, my room mates will soon follow me to hell after my adoring fans have killed them for taking away the highlight of their week: my blog. And there I will sit, on the right side of Satan's chair, grinning. Oh my gosh, I'm totes kidding. I'll be sitting in Satan's chair, holding a stick with his head on it, cackling with evil glee.

Oh no. I should stop now. My anger is firing up. And as you know, this subject really deserves its own post.

Ta ta for now.

Love, Me