Can't Buy Me Love
Sometimes I wish life was more like Can't buy me Love. This way, I could learn some sort of native tribal dance and beautiful women would pine for my attention.
Oh well.
For now, 50 cent PBR's are calling my name and Donnie Darko is actually on HBO. So you will forgive me, dearest of diaries. I'll recant my weekend just as soon as I can piece together what happened. I know there was lots of beer and some strippers, which usually makes for a good story, no?
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