The Situation.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Okay, I will explain that. So today I was just driving over to Drugtown to pick up some groceries, and then, all of a sudden, DISASTER HIT. Out of the corner of my eye I see a small, furry thing running out into the street and then I tried to veer...oh my, it was terrible. I looked in my rearview mirror and saw the furry object moving, so I figured it was okay. On my way back I drove the same way...and it was still there. AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! I killed an innocent raccoon. :( This is eating me up inside. This has never happened to me and I am just falling apart. RIP Raccoon, I am so sorry.

Okay, so I'm going to try to get my mind off of that. I am watching "Jersey Shore: Before the Shore" and it is ridiculous. How do you become a crappy reunion/extra shows host? This girl sucks so bad-- "We'll see how the situation became the situation before he was the situation"....excuse me. I want to know the credentials for this job. Do you have to have little to no brain cells (enuf 2 read da Q-cardz of cors!), and be obsessed with the shows? Check. Well, I'm half way there. Oh, you also have to have a really crappy name.

My lips are chapped. I know that I have appx. 5 tubes of Chapstick, I'm just not sure where any of them are. I swear there is a land of lost bobbypins, hairties, and chapstick. Maybe even socks. But really...where do they all go? I have to buy new ones every once in a while and I always wonder why. Maybe I'll write a book about this magic land. Or maybe not.

Negative nancy-ing it up,
E-dizzle

Postscript:
I forgot about the posty-post because of my whirlwind emotions. Instead of a posty-post today, I would like to posty-post a question. And you should posty-post an answer. The question is:
"If you could be the host of any trash TV show, which show would it be?"