When I was at Urban Outfitters with Leah I saw this cool book called How to be Happy, Dammit: a Cynic's guide to spiritual happiness. It sounded so me, especially me last year in with my winter moodiness and extreme cynicism.

You know what's horrible? There's this one commercial on the radio for this bail bonds place, you know, where you can get money for bail. Anyway, there's this whole skit/dialogue thing at the beginning w/ "Santa" getting arrested for being an imposter or something like that. So yeah, they go through that whole thing and then at the end of the commercial they advertise themselves as "[insert name of business here] Bail Bonds! Where Santa goes when he needs to get bailed out of jail" or something like that. Now if that's not ghetto I don't know what is.

My knee hurts, and so does my face. It's time for bed. Ciao baby.