<b><p></b> <b>Jughead:</b> I spy with my little eye something beggining with 's'<p/><b>Kevin:</b> Sunshine?<p/><b>Jughead:</b> Nope<p/><b>Jughead:</b> *looks over to Betty and Veronica arguing* Sexual Tension<p/></p><p/></p>
Karma hates me…it really does…now what am I supposed to do? Say yes? Say no? Move to the Galapagos (no, Mitch McConnell’s homeland). Odds of something happening: 1 in 2,000,000. My luck, tomorrow. 2080 readers are enough to get Lee Pace interested and me arrested for trying to sneak on a plane headed for Switzerland. I could show ever single photo of him being adorable with pandas. My dad can wonder what dress he’ll wear if I find myself having to meet him. Great..if it isn’t him it’s Peter Jackson. The real one.
Is this good or bad? I can avoid the PJ thing–he’s shooting some other high fantasy story. Lee? OH GOD, why not paint me green and call me Kermit. He’ll probably try to save my species.
Sad thing is, whatever comes at me, I have to face it so I can take care of my Dad.
I so need help right now…last excerpt more popular than I realized…I’m stuck in the body of Lee Pace (I can do that)…what is going on? Where are my family? Oh right, they think I died. Where are my friends that actually believe I DON’T KNOW LEE PACE and the iPhone 6s thing is coincidence? I’m not doing anything people say I do and I’m am on nearly every single page Lee is on and I got tagged on his birthday on Instagram with Leeepfrog…I need sleep or something. PJ’s doing a contest for something, I have an UK studio that would die for this story–especially Martin Freeman who’s signed to produce stuff….what do i do? @wickedrum, @lasimo74allmyworld, @fortunatelyclevercandy, @emitis17, @kelcipher, @gedebe, @mrseinsteingrooving, @storytimeteller1, @bluesilvara, @mystarlightblr..
I feel so alone these days. My dad doesn’t even know the days of the week hardly…
Help me…before I turn into this, uh….what is he doing?
Please save me from a lifetime of Lee Pace. Pretty please. Peter Jackson just showed up and this could get ugly if he finds out about me.
(Diego on his birthday) It’s horrible. It’s been traumatic. It took me awhile to understand that there was another kid that was born on the 25th that was much more celebrated than me. Yeah, it was sad. Everyone was like either hangover or getting ready for New Year’s Eve but never really actually celebrating me. It was like, “Hey! I’m here!” “Yeah, we know whatever.”