Knock, knock on the door,
Whose it for?
There's nobody in here.

The world has come to an end tonight. Apocolypse is on the way I swear. I ate broccoli for dinner. Not broccoli like put it on my plate and looked at it, but actually digested an entire helping and had seconds. Yes, I said seconds. It had butter, cheese, was steamed in garlic salt and ranch on it. BUT I STILL ATE BROCCOLI.

Willing to go to any lengths...They told me I would have to change my whole life...does this constitute completion? Nope, but I am darn farther down the road than I was yesterday.