When you die, if you get a choice between going to regular heaven or pie heaven, choose pie heaven. It might be a trick, but if it's not, mmm, boy." - Jack Handey
Me: SAWEET! I've been a lamebutt and haven't been keeping up with any of my bajillion social networking thingie blogs and sites and shizz, so what is it?
Gmail: OMG @BrittHollenbrau IS FOLLOWING YOU.
Me: 0.0
Gmail: WUT
Me: 0.0
Gmail: UMMM...
Me: GAH I'VE A HUGE LADYCRUSH ON HER AND AND AND...
Gmail: And next, oh look! An e-card from your mom! How lovely!
Me: HYPERVENTILATING HERE, GMAIL WTF.
Gmail: OH GET OVER YOURSELF. You've got a hot new spam email from That Aunt Who Shan't Be Named!
Me: Hmph.
Gmail: She's a whackadoo, ain't she.
Me: I'm talking to my web email. I think I need to go to bed.
Gmail: You do that. I'll sift through this junk folder and giggle at all the penis-enlargement emails that misspell every word in vain hope that a misspelled word will bypass junk folder filters.
Me: WHY DON'T I HAVE THE NEWEST PSYCH SEASON ON DVD? What'swrongwithmeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
