Much To Do About Bucket

So the end of February has come, and as such, I now type this post in the Veranda font. I honestly can't see any difference in how it looks now. Maybe once I post this and compare the text to my old posts, I will.

In any case, my weekend was pretty good. Pretty great? Possibly. Fair enough? Definitely. Got to spend some time with my fiendishly fun fiancé, eat some fucktastic BBQ, and then got to come back to jolly old Macon. OH! Also got to watch 40 Year Old Virgin, and amazingly enough, it wasn't a pseudo documentary about Paul. In fact, it was actually pretty damn funny... kinda surprised me.

Know what kinda annoys me? James Blunt's singing. That guy's song sucks worse than being strapped to a chair and having brain surgery performed on you by a drugged out Bobby Brown. My ears actually HURT when listening to his flagrantly ridiculous and overly grating lyrics.

Flangricious. That is my new word to describe his singing and song writing... flangricious. Just utterly loathsome stuff. I'll probably do a post disecting his shit-pile of words that he calls a song later.

In other news, two good things are drawing closer: Kristin's wedding and Christina's (a close friend of Kelly's) baby's birth. Woo-hoo, bitches! I'm a little more excited about the wedding, but ONLY FOR ONE REASON... wedding cake.

That shit is delicious! Undoubtedly, Christina's new child shall be a delight to play with and a joy to see. But unless that kid pops out with a slice of cake just for me, then I have to keep my eye on the prize that is Kristin's wedding cake. It is a simple fact... a law of nature... that wedding cake creates orgasms for the tongue.

The Laws of Thermodynamics? Breakable. Speed of light? Fuck, I smashed that bitch a few weeks ago. Gravity? It has its limits. Wedding cake? INFINITE AND UNSHAKABLE IN ITS GOODNESS.

Lord knows that at MY wedding, no one better try and get between me and my cake. If anyone eats more than their share, I will slap them in front of every friend and family member I have. And it will be a fierce slap because wedding cake deserves to be defended, and I (being the one getting married) am the rightful owner of all slices not divied out initially.

That's all for now, folks. Off to eat some dinner with my parents who are in-town visiting.