Freedom tastes like LURVE, French onions, and tepung oat penuh

Someone, someone who has been having too much time in their hands, obviously around the age of 4-6 has been stealing my Oreo cookies.
Now kids, I know that unbeknownst to grown adults, your supposed, childlike cuteness and your pathetic little 'It's not fair!!' excuses are part of your tiny, invisible arsenal, but look here : Do not ever steal Ezri's food. Don't. Just don't. Unless you want me to choke you with quadruple the amount of food you've stolen from me, fermented. Honestly, I WILL choke you with 5 packets of fermented Oreo cookies with zero negative infinity repentance if you steal my food.

Right. I watched House just now. So...

ILU KUTNER. Read this, biatch.
When did Micheal die?

Kutner: In college, I was really into science fiction. But not like the guys with the six-hundred-dollar prosthetic ears who could swear in Romulan.

Kutner: Why are you pushing a crash cart?

House: Because patients sometimes crash, and they haven't yet invented a crash tractor for me to drive wildly around the hallway

JoLee, I feel your pain. I miss Kutner too.

Gossip Girl's finale was okay though. Chuck finally said ILY, so thank heavens. And Serena's going to Brown, and Vanessa and Nate = backpacking. But before that, Nate nearly got a booty call from the mayor[?]. Some crap like that.

..Who the hell uses the word 'booty call' in Malaysia anyway?

Right well...I need to come up with a list of specifically happy things to do. Think of it as a pre-induction to my happy-holiday crash course. Go figure.

I need to game. watch movies. A lot of movies. Game with Shannon. Go watch a movie with Sonia, Clare, Anna and Shannon. STOP HATING. Stop bitching. Ban everyone from my house.

And the list continues tomorrow.