I'm getting a tablet! It's gonna be awesome! It's coming soon! I'm running out of exclamation points (also known as exclamation marks, bangs and dembangers, in case you were wondering, and I know you were)! Devon won't tell me what kind he got me because it's the only part of my delayed Christmas gift that's going to be a surprise. The only thing I know is that it's not an iPad, because he'd rather stick hot pokers into his eyes and sing Nazi marching songs while he skips around the block naked than buy an Apple.
Also, our ceiling is leaking again. It's not even raining that hard. This bullshit usually happens during hurricane season. I'm going to cut someone.
This shit's cool. Trust me: