Yeah, this is me.

I really don't get the chemistry of Burke and Christina, do you? I mean, no offense, they both look like shit. They just don't work together, like, beer and cake, maybe. (Which is gross, by the way.)

It's 2:34 in the morning and hah! For the very first time, Andrew slept earlier than me. 'Cause he usually sleeps, scratch that, he doesn't sleep at all. And I'd be like, all annoyed and stuff because he keeps on beating me when it comes to not sleeping, well, he should, I mean, I beat him in practically everything else. I give him this award. Yeay!

This post has nothing do to with whatever, I am simply bored to death and I have nothing to do except maybe, do this or seduce my cradle-snatching roomate. Yeah, I picked this.

My roomate? His name's MJ something, he came from the United States (He lives near Pete Wentz by the way.) Anyway, he's annoying as fuck. He has long stupid phone calls with his 15 year old girlfriend who he actually met dancing in a bar, which I think is really sad. It's pedo-phile and prostitution put together. Have I said I think it's really sad? Well it is.

Think I'm boring? Well that's too bad 'cause I don't give a fuck.

Anyway, I shall go now and do something productive, like maybe, save the starving children in Africa?

Good night, Andrew, manwhore.♥

- Mandy.