Dang it.



What the.
Why are the Jensen's there?

I miss Matt too. Except I'm never going to talk about him again because you will just tell people I'm obsessed. Really rude.


I've been babysitting here for like 4 hours now, but in reality, I've been watching hulu.
I just really like hulu.





Also.
You should probably not make that be your profile picture because you didn't actually draw it. It gives people false conceptions.

I'm glad I know sign language, it's pretty handy.

No more puns, okay?

Shambles.

Sorrs.

This is a post to say sorry.


Sorry Sarah, for calling your friends weenies.*

Sorry for attacking you about not sending my package yet. You can send my package whenever you want. Heck, you don't even have to send a package at all.



Sorry for making things extremely awkward between you and Kobi. (I'm only guessing that they are extremely awkward, I haven't heard a recent update.) I didn't mean it, okay? You guys can be bff's, okay? Sorry.






Sorry for making fun of you about masters class. You can call it that if you want.


Want me to get you a Mitt Romney T-shirt? They're real nice. I'm wearing one currently.




Sorry for bullying you on facebook about not showering. It's okay. You don't have to shower if you don't want to. I don't even shower as much as I should, I understand.

I miss hygiene breaks.

"HYGIENE BREAK?"

I'm guessing you need one right now. As do I.
As do I.


I always have to do hygiene breaks by myself. Which usually means I don't even do them at all.

Shambles.


I guess what I'm saying is, sorry.

*I still stand by my weenie comments for the most part, but I am sorry that I said it to you.

Oh, and here is a picture of Buster.






I wouldn't expect you to understand the humor of this.

I agree with Tanner. That was a weird speech. You don't even know what you're talking about. I believe Brady James Reese is the one you referred to as, "friend of Kobi's". You don't even know Brady James. No one knows Brady James except for Matt, okay? Brady James has basically been to every TM&TF concert in the world, okay? You didn't even know them until I introduced you to them, okay? Don't act like you know quality. You don't. Hardly. No one knows any kind of quality except for Matt. Matt knows them personally, okay? You might think I'm being a little harsh right now. That's because a baby is screaming in my ear.



How is this blog getting so many bloody page views anyway? No one else better be reading this. Actually, I can pretty much guarantee that you told all your friends. Hi, Liz. Hi, Tess. Hi, Kobi probably, since you guys are like best friends or something. Whatever. I've come to accept it now. Although I still don't like it.












Later.

HACKING IS NOT ALLOWED.

But while I'm here, I might as well write a post. If you could call it that.


It's been a pretty long day in the office..  I'm tuckered out.


Did Tanner hate your speech? He has no right to hate your speech. He doesn't even know your life. Your speech probably rocked, even though you really haven't been to that many concerts..what, like two? But it's okay. You should have walked right up to him and said, "DON'T JUDGE ME BECAUSE I SIN DIFFERENTLY THAN YOU." That alwasy works.




Well, I better get back to the politics. My boss (almost the President of the United States) needs me.

hello. this is sarah, here. i hacked your account. reasons below. 

bob little? do we have a bob little situation on our hands?
also, i made my blog. but for some reason there's an error on the page, im still working out the difficulties. please hold.
also why i concluded to hack, on account of, i couldn't even comment on your blog, like a normal human.
sorry dad, sorry.

kobi has good pouncing skills. kudos to kobi.
today i wrote a speech, and presented it for tanner. it was a speech about even though i have not been to many concerts i still know quality when i hear it. it was a fine speech.
imma signin' off.
lates.

Mitt Romney for President.

I'm a politician now.

Also the man in charge of me is so attractive. (Bob Little?)

No, but for real. I was very twitterpated. I think I was even getting a little sweaty.

The hobo had like four friends over today. They were legitimately laying on boxes, so.

burritos in boston

Pretty much.

I silently cried myself to sleep last night,

listening to TM&TF album on repeat. (Pete and Repeat were in a boat, Pete fell out, who was left?)

Pete and Repeat were in a boat, Pete fell out, who was left?

Pete and Repeat were in a boat, Pete fell out, who was left?

Anyway.