Hi. It's a football game, and as most of you know, the first thing I do when I get here is blog. Sheesh, Kaylyn, Stink and my family are the only ones here. Hopefully Christa comes. She's cool, and I like her.
And yes, for those of you who read post titles, I am wearing skinny jeans.
Today Pizza Boy told me I had attitude. Whatever.
Oh, wait, would that be considered attitude? Anyways, no one told me I had to be polite to him. I don't even talk to him all that much, what right does he have to say that I have attitude? And it was all because I jabbed him in the stomach with a Foosball thing and told him it was being used.
He was trying to play with that one. I was using it.
Hence the fact that I stabbed him. He still doesn't have the right.