I know today is Ellen's big day filming Finding Dory.
I know she made a command to mess up my posting a stretched background on Blogger because I bought songs on iTunes with $2-$3 left. They won't charge me until after Pay Day, I'm quite certain. It might be the day of, but still.
Also, my dad is not nice to me. He came up and rubbed it in. He wouldn't have even known, if you think @ it. He acted like I was networked. I don't wanna touch him, not with how he is.
It's too bad for her, but I guess we all talked @ her fingernail. We miss the ***y Ellen. She's just pretending to be old. She's supposed to help the world, not just poor people technicalities. I certainly am not like that.
This is all so worthless. You don't have to tell anyone what you think I like and don't like.
I only found 2 songs in the end. Christmas. I felt all outta sorts and have all these old songs that make me feel like my head is a pimple.