I finally started The Hunger Games last night. I'm only three chapters in (Katniss hasn't even made it to the Games yet) and already I'm all OMG....I'm so fucking in love with this book!!!!
Seriously, what the fuck took me so long to jump on the bandwagon?
In completely unrelated news. Four teenage fuckheads stole the #8 from outside Camden Yards. I mean, I get wanting a piece of Cal Ripken, Jr. (I'd totally like more than a piece of him.) But egads guys, stealing a GIGANTIC number 8 soooo lacks subtlety. And do you think Eddie Murray is wondering why no one has ever stolen his 33?
Number of fucks in this post: three. Well, now four.