To all me hearties, may t'day be especially pleasin' to yeh, an' don't let them landlubbers get yee down!

There was a spider in my headphones, and I didn't notice until I put them on.

Gahhh! I can never wear headphones again.

Now, if you'll excuse, I'm going to go have a heart attack now.

*huffs* I've been tagged. Just as well really since I needed to update my journal anyway.

The rules:
1. Post these rules. (Alright, no problem there.)
2. You have to post eight things about yourself. (Eight? Why eight?)
3. At the end, you have to choose and tag eight people and post their icons on the same journal. (Yeah....no, not going to happen.)
4. Go to their pages and send a message saying you tagged them. (No.)
5. No tag-backs. (Well, that shouldn't be a problem.)

1. My fingernails are green...*sparkly* green.

2. Is fingernails one word or two?

3. I looked it up; it's only one word.

4. I'm half way done with this.

5. My lips are chapped.

6. Oh wait, I've found some lip balm...and it's Dr. Pepper flavored! Sweet!

7. I don't think Dr. Pepper really went to medical school.

8. But if he (she?) did, I bet he/she'd be a dermitologist.

Okay, that was fun.

And he keeps leaving random pairs of jeans in my dresser.

I'm not sure why, but I appreciate the free pants.

Also, I think he takes random socks as payment because I keep finding single, unpaired socks floating around in my dresser drawers.

And still none the wiser.

So it's my 20th birthday today, which means...well, I still can't drink alcohol. Drat.

Oh well, at least I'm no longer a teenager. I feel more mature and rational already. *leaves to stuff face with cake*