a blogger's prayer.

now i lay me down to sleep,

i pray the lord my blog to keep.

if it should die before i wake,

i pray my posts it doth not take.

because if you do, 

i'll junk cut you so bad

you'll wish you had a steel jockstrap. 

aaaaaamen.

fix that shiz

i hay-hay-haaate clammy hands.

they give me the heebie-jeebies.

right now i'm sitting in my cubicle, working and freaking out.

my hands are cold but clammy. 

i can't get the moisture to leave!!

!!!A;LSKFDJLAS!!!

i also hate when you are holding hands and rico suave gets clammy hands.

can't he tell?!?!?!

i mean seriously!

if i can feel the nasty, shouldn't he be able to as well?

enter sneaky hand maneuver that allows you to still hold hands 

while allowing the clammy-clam to dry.

i'm kind of brilliant like that

and i give you full permission to use it.

you're welcome.