bright light city

Alright, people. Listen up.

Wednesday, December 30, 2009. A day that will live on forever. For I, Jaeger Henson, being of sound mind and body, am going to partake of the NASCAR Cafe's Big Badass Burrito Challenge.

Oh, yes. 2 feet long, six pounds, 90 minutes. 140 have tried and failed. Only 2 have succeeded.

If I win, not only is the meal free, but I get unlimited rides on the roller coaster outside of the Sahara Casino. Not to mention bragging rights. If I lose, I'll be forced to wear a pink t-shirt declaring me a "Certified Weenie." Either way, it should be an interesting afternoon. If anyone is down to come along for the ride, let me know.

( viva la burrito! )

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on a second. Since WHEN is Pluto no longer a planet?

The future is so lame.

( Filtered to Jaeger )

Yeah, I don't think so. My stepfather is a prominent New York attorney even though he and my mother have designed to abandon the Empire State for the City of Lights so if you think you can actually keep me here against my will? Think again.

And...and...and people will be looking for me! Lots of them. Very important, powerful people who will not be thrilled that you've included me in your little false imprisonment scam.

( Vanessa )

Well, hello Vegas. My my my.

There's this part of my brain, waaaay in the back, that's telling me that kidnapping generally isn't a good thing and I should probably be exhibiting hulk-like rage at my current situation...

But then the rest of my brain sees Vegas and this handy credit card, and tells that other part to cram it.

That other part finally listened when it saw my extremely attractive new roommate. Hey there, Vanessa.

But still...this is pretty weird. Even by my extremely skewed Sunnydalian perspective. In fact, this whole sitch positively reeks of Summers and the weird crap that is always happening to her. Come on, Dawnie. Are you in on this? Olly olly oxen free.

That's it? That's the only explanation I'm getting? You're gonna have to do better than that.