My name is Victoria.
I need you to do one (or possibly more) of the following:
-stop me from continuing to watch Season 2 of Laguna Beach on mtv
-love me anyway as I continue my obsession with Laguna Beach and The Hills even though we both know it's warping my pretty little mind.
-warn me that my instincts are probably right on when it comes to dating Bird. (I'll know who Bird is. You won't. That's just going to have to be the way it is for now.)
-remind me that there really is no need to call Smith and point out that I don't think I can find his email or phone number anymore anyway.
-take away some of the junk food from my pantry closet.
-not be confused with the fact that I just told you I was in Cuba, yet this photo is from Mexico.
-explain to me just how old Santa is supposed to be. I mean, I know he's all ageless and all, but he must have frozen in age at some time. Is he in his 60s? 50s? What...
-clean my apartment so that I can sit on the couch and write some damn posts already.