Fucking Winter

Oh and hey did you know that it's -4 degrees F in Chicago right now and that's not even including the windchill?

all I know is that in 33 days I will be here and will not have to worry about slush or windburn or the fact THAT NOBODY KNOWS HOW TO FUCKING WINTERPROOF THEIR SHIT (I'm looking right at you, University of Chicago).  All I will have to worry about is how much to tip the  ab-alicious waiter Juan when he brings me my billionth Calimocho*. If you're good, maybe i'll bring you back a sombrero, bitches.

that is all

lv,

me.

*Calimocho=delicious drink made from 1/2 coca cola and 1/2 red wine. Sounds gross but pretty addictive once you start drinking it.

I Know Who Killed Me: An Annotated Review

**SPOILER ALERT******SPOILER ALERT*******SPOILER ALERT****SPOILER ALERT**

1. Lindsay, I love all the sexy stripper underthings Dakota wears in the movie. Agent Provacateur? I thought so. That shit is hot as hell and I'm buying my own matching collection immediately*

2. I like how Lindsay decided to take another identical-twin-separated-at-birth role, though I did halfway expect her to bust out with a shitty acoustic guitar singing "Let's Get Together" in a british accent througout the entire thing.

3. Dude, Darnell from "My Name Is Earl" plays a prosthetic expert!

4. Too much blood, I couldn't really finish my ice cream due to the gross out factor. I say, less blood, more LaLohan's GIANT titties**. Sex sells, boys. Sex sells.

*Fuck, I wish I had the kind of cash to drop two hundy on a bra and panty set.

**I hope my subtle sarcasm was not lost on you guys. In actuality, they show LL's breasts like every 30 seconds.

Worst. Snack. Ever.

I'm pretty sure that raw marshmallows are only appropriate to eat if you are a stoner. Also, if you're gonna go down that road to being the kind of awful human being that eats marshmallows by themselves, you might as well just eat an entire bag. The cute "snack pack" packaging and bright colors aren't going to fool anyone, buddy.