Ahem.
I am the proud holder of a ticket to see Harry Potter tonight at midnight. That's right, children.
I'm such a nerd it's almost painful, but really, times like this, I don't care. Woooo!
Dear Ben and Jerry,
Please stop making such delicious ice cream. I am no longer able to stop myself from inhaling it and my ass seems to have gotten bigger. Please stop manufacturing your scrumptious ice cream, or make flavors I don't like such as, I don't know, Weevils n' Cream or Tobacco Crunch.
Thank you.
Sincerely,
Gem-chan of the slightly too tight pants.