In which my blogpost is overtaken by my nemesis, The FNI

1. It's friday, friday, everybody loves friday...No. I can not even begin to describe how much I hate that song.

2. I can't even put it into words.

3. That's saying something.

4. ...0ˆ≥÷f5.now it's stuck in my head. I hope it's stuck in yours.

5. _g6
6. You'll never guess who just butchered my blog post.
o7. The butchered-blogpost is going to haunt youfrom               blogpost heaven.
8. so there.
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10. This is how this friendship works: Go die. You go die! No, eat your foot! I'm going to beat you...with a palm tree. I'm going to beat you with...wait for it...a stick. So...when are we watching that movie?
11. oh, Sarah...The Friendly Neighborhood Italian...
12. This blogpost has become (yea) completely dedicated to Sarah, and completely irrelevant to the blog...at all.
13. I had something serious to say, but I've totally forgotten it.
14. Apparently, Friday Fifteens shouldn't be serious. Duh.
--ulfjduxghjcouhgjufchgciofjiuvohviugohivguhuigvohjivghggoodbye
15. The above point has been referred to as a "inbetween-point." It's a little "dashie-dashie." Because, if that was a bulletpoint on it's own, it would be my last point...Anyway...
~P. Megz