I'm IN CT...

And Jason signed me in and is typing this post for me because I am *so* freakin' lazy I can't do it myself. Anyway, ummm, I just got finished talking to Jason's aunt and her "friend" (we'll leave at that for now) who are cool. Mmmm, my cleavage is 'UGE. (We're talking Donald Trump hair 'UGE. I'm not saying my boobs are ugly like Donald Trump's hair, just that they are 'UGE... Like Donald Trump's hair.) Jason's belly is making noise, he'll probably have to take a shit soon. (Ed. Note: Yes, probably... You're sick.) Jason's ears smell good, but his face puts a rash on my face. (Ed. Note: WTF??? Come on, your friends don't wanna hear this shit. They wanna hear about Doogie Howser taking it in the butt.)

I don't have anything else to say. (Ed. Note: To everyone who read this blog, yes all 4 of you. I'm trying to get her to blog more but she's being retarded. Work with me people. We all know this sucks.)