Get your numbers right, damn it

You know what I love and complain about at the same time?
Stupid people and stupidity in general.
This is the second time I've gotten a call on my cell phone from some random, seemingly-Spanish dude asking for my lawyer.
Wrong number, kthx?
The first time I TOLD him he had the wrong number.
This time I didn't quite catch what he said, went silent for a moment, and proceeded to hang up on him.
Next time I get random calls, I'm going to play the Llama Song until they hang up.

In other news.
I'm debating starting another blog - but make it public
What to write about, however, is something different entirely.

That is all.
Kbai.

POPROCKS. YAY. <--Yes I realize this title makes me look like a four year old. Anything out of the ordinary?

So yeah. I've found something else relatively awesome to do.
Go to Target with ze boyfriend, and only buy condoms, lube and Poprocks. [Which are, admittedly, a new kind of RETARDEDLY AWESOME.]
Immensely entertaining.

Especially since the irritating-as-fuck dude ahead of us in line wouldn't SHUT UP, and the old lady cashier was talking to him, then got painfully silent when we were up...
Priceless.