--On whataboutadam. I attended his live show this afternoon, during which he sang a rousing version of "Boom Boom Pow," looked freaking gorgeous, and fanned the fire of my passion by repeatedly calling me a "wee dote," which in Northern Ireland, apparently means I'm cute. He also begged to be the "sexy" item in my blog, so, like, here.*
--A metal road sign. There's this stupid crossing guard sign that sits in the middle of a busy street in my city, and I've always thought it was inches away from causing damage to somebody's car. Well, as I had to swerve away from a minivan that edged into my lane this afternoon, the damage finally occurred. A large chunk of the thick plastic that surrounds my driver's side mirror is now MIA, probably popping someone's tire.
--My face with my palm. Sometimes the creeper comments I receive on videos outright stun me. And they always happen to appear in slews! Today, I was asked for my underwear, to film amateur porn, and on a date in California. Don't think I can make it, man.
--The shopping mall jackpot. I bought a cute blue dress on sale, a t-shirt with Dan Radcliffe's face on it and "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince" written across the bottom, a highlighter yellow cardigan, and earrings and a long necklace, both of which are made of different shades of little fake purple stones. I found the perfect brown Hermione boots, but I don't quite have the disposable income to justify them, and my mom's given me enough presents lately. Ah, well.
--Nearly 20,000 subscribers! So close.
--On a corny hook for this blog post, so it looks like I put in some thought when, in reality, I have nothing entertaining to say. I went to church, cleaned the family business building, had lunch with my family, had dinner with my extended family, and showed my angry/frustrated parents how to use the DVD player as if it hasn't been there for the past five years... like every Sunday. I also had an uncomfortable almost-argument with a friend, leaving me in a bit of an edgy mood. It's okay, though, because I ate two pieces of homemade strawberry pie tonight, and I think moodiness can be suffocated by the ingestion of heaps of junk food.
Sexy: *Whataboutadam, obviously. His twisted pinky fingers twist at my heartstrings. I see images of him dancing in my eyes whenever I see my reflection in the murr. He's the dopest dote to ever combine my middle initial and last name into one word.
Unsexy: Considering making terribly destructive decisions despite knowing better and having positive influences in your life reminding you not to.
Chipotle burritos this year: 28
Bye, guys! Hopefully I'll see you tomorrow. <3