Fresh Beat

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Okay.  The Fresh Beat Band on Nick makes me want to claw out my eyeballs with a spork and serve them for dinner.  Ohmychrist.  Seriously,  It’s like Disney all over again.  So here I am, barely awake having to suffer through this show, with which I assume is used as torture at Gitmo, and my child is dancing around screaming.  It’s all for the child, I keep telling myself, all for the little me.  I have the strongest urge to buy her baby grinders and suspenders but I’m resisting.

So tonight is the night!  I’m having a little get together with some friends I’ve neglected while T and I were together.  I am super psyched, like I’m pretty sure I may have peed myself with anticipation earlier.  It’s going to be a blast!  I even ganked some wood from Rob’s work to burn.  My goals:  To have fun, own the Jack, and hopefully not burn down the neighborhood.  Yes.  I think that’s it. 

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