canada, ooooh canada + tegan and sara +

I'm going to bed hungry.
In fact I'm in bed hungry.
And have been so for awhile.
In fact I had all the energy and stuff assembled to go crazy and write a hectic post.
But then I got swallowed by the vortex aka youtube... and... here we are.
The point: I'm not canadian. But I would totally immigrate if Tegan and Sara would meet me at the airport.
And Sara would promise to be my BFFE.
And Tegan would FUCK me.
oh lol. could not resist.
damn. they are so fine.
But Tegan is like *rapturous eye-rolling*

So I drove home from babysitting my nephew.
Singing the 'I'm going to bed hungry' song.
It's rather repetitive; the babysitting, as well as the song
Let's just say at one point I had to pause and sincerely ask my one-year old charge: 'Are you the spawn of Satan? Should I call an exorcist?' ... he said nohing, but did rattle his cage and shriek wildly : (
And - being hungry - I kind of zoned out into this mental/physical stupor of
acceleration and swerving, there was an uneventful stand off at a circle, with the police, but other than that
... go to bed hungry, but don't drive so hungry you can't work your limbs or brain.

What a babe.
And, most importantly, a skinny babe.



Lesbian twins who can sing.
I think this might be the definitive 'win-win' situation.



siiiiiiiiiiiggggghhhhhhhhhhh.
mmmmmmmmmm-mmm-mmmm.
must get thin
must purchase green skinny jeans
in order to be awesome, as above ; )