i had a dream that, um, benito mussolini came to visit and have dinner with my parents and i.  he was actually a way cool guy, despite what you may have heard.  he arrived by parachute, even.  then we went for a drive in the countryside and took pictures together.

lately i've been humming a song to myself.  it's a fake song that i make up as i go along, but it's really good anyway.  it's called "say auf wiedersehen to the uglies."  it sorta sounds like a cross between "hail hail, the gang's all here" and "thank heaven for little girls."  except it's about cleansing the gene pool.

also, you know what they should make, instead of all that "what would jesus do" shit?  they should make things that say "what would mushmouth say?"  with a picture of mushmouth from fat albert & the cosby kids making some brilliant pronouncement like "fo' shuggy shibby tizzle, cunk-a-riz-a-doink, man-ba."

okay.  i think that's enough for today.  i hope you all have a rad summer vacation, and have a fun time at light saber camp.  stay sweet, chubbies, xo lolz.