It's almost eight o'clock. That means it's almost time to buckle down and get some work done. Poo on that. I'd much rather...rather...Oh, I don't know. I much rather not do any homework. Poo on all of that.

Anydangway, I talked to my mommy today. She accidentally leaked one of my Christmas presents to me. Poo on that, too. But that's okay. So the element of surprise it gone, but I'm still getting the gift, after all. Sigh.

I can smell The Rot grease on me. Yucky-yuck-yuckety-yuck. Poo on that, as well.

I'm ready to get a new roomie, and I wish Robyn wasn't being bitchy. Poo on everything.