Happy Obama Day!

Dude, I had the most awesome dream a couple nights ago. Turns out the key to time-traveling is to just sit in a room full of things from that year and then vibrate your molecules and you go back to that time. I went back to 1993 to try and stop a crime of some kind from happening. If you were wondering whether I was joined by a Ford Capri that had sentient consciousness akin to Herbie and was my kind-of sidekick on this dream adventure then yes, yes I was. How did you know?

Basically, I'm telling you that I'm pretty much convinced I can time travel now. I just need to surround myself with objects from a certain time period. Which might be why I ended up wearing this:

Of course, Monday nights are generally a good time to wear Sonic Youth t-shirts, plaid shirts and a blue tutu. And flip-flops with tights. We all do that on Monday's right? Right?

Anyways, how you celebrate Obama day? Did you Obama-ize yourself and then bake a cake with the poster colours that was supposed to say 'Happy Obama Day' but not make the white icing thick enough so that it kinds of just blobs out all over the place and prompt your mother to say it 'looks like a bird pooped on it'[direct quote]? No? Just me then.





[Please note: I only said it was supposed to be done in the colours of the aforementioned poster. I did what I could with the food colouring in the cupboard]

While we're all gathered round, I'm 100% seeing this movie.


Also, I'm going to try and get my moms to start saying I'm her best friend and then say I'm the coolest person she knows and then fistbump me. I'm not sure the woman who says my cake attempts look like they're done by three-year-olds which birds have then pooped on is going to go for that but I can but try.