*12:25 AM June 7, 2010
Ah, remember the good old days when Panic! At The Disco made good music and didn't sell out to write songs for Megan Fox movies? Yea, I don't remember them either... More importantly, I don't even think Panic! At The Disco has the exclamation point in their name anymore. It's like they know their music has become lame and uninteresting. Tragic.
But the reason I have stolen this line from their song "London Beckoned Songs That Didn't Have Epic Novels For Titles" is because I recently received a critique on my blog that made me realize it is my baby. Like how one should never compare an ugly baby to Tori Spelling to the mother's face, please don't criticize my blog when I don't ask for it. I don't see any of you selflessly entertaining the world (seven people) every week! I love my baby...
Oh world... what to talk about?! Oh, I know! What is Obama going to do about this oil spill in the Gulf? Ha! I'm totally kidding. I don't know/ care about things that people learn about on that silly channel called "The News". Don't be offended intellectuals! I just don't have a television.
Invest in bikes, world! That, or memorize your parent's credit card numbers!
Love, Me
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