oh ya well my french toast is in ruin. not due to 5.10 woes, but to blame: mili cyrus, my insane cat that won't stop shredding my pants, the girl i just kicked out of my bed, Doug Shequen for actually attending that algebra class, wireless headphones in general, never finding boysenberry syrup anywhere, John Lennon being dead, and that cop that let me go because he didnt know i jumped out the window.
I still ate the french toast because maple syrup/butter. also i just farted. that is all.