Shoop this, silly Ho.

I know, I know...I've been busy, what can I say?

I have a 5 minute speech to write for tonight, which equals out to be about 5 or 6 pages long. It's supposed to be informative, so I've decided to educate my fellow classmates on the Art of Garbage Picking. I've mastered it, it's about time they did, too.

I celebrated my 19th and one week birthday this past Saturday with some friends at the casino. There was a buffet involved which always proves to be a fantabulous time had by all. I took my fork and went straight up there...I paid my damn $15 so I was sure to get my money's worth. It was truly a beautiful spread. I believe I may have cried into the salmon's dill butter sauce. And of course, no birthday is complete without public humiliation! All the little waiters and waitresses caroused out holding candles and cake and blah blah blah...Yes, thank you, thank you. Now give me the damn cake.

I was pleased however, at the mega-turnout of the partaaay. Billy Joel and Elton John both serenaded me via radio while I indulged in some starchy food products (potatoes, rice and mac & cheese) But then an unexpected guest showed up---Whitney Houston---and for the record...she was aaaabsolutely not invited. She could shoop shoop herself right past he roulette tables and out the door.

Anyhow, I must shoop shoop myself off line and straight into Microsoft Word. No more procrastinating for me. If I'm going to teach my peers how to Dumster Dive, I want to do it right.

Have a good one.