Don't call me a Lee head

I have a quarter of a tank.

5 major gas stations in my area are shut down.

The ones still open only have the premium 3.50/gal gas.

What the fuck?

My polysci class is canceled tomorrow because the prof. has a convention in Washington, so I ain't wasting that quarter of a tank to go downtown for MUSIC. Please. I am so weirded out by all this! Today I picked up my sisters from school, and Elizabeth was like, "My teacher told us the apocolypse was coming." I was like what the HELL? Oh Wesleyan...tell a middle schooler that the end of the world is near, and she is about to die. Classic.

Well I'm outta here, but to end on a lighter note:

I put peas on my head, but don't call me a pea-head.
Bees on my head, but don't call me a bee-head.
Bruce Lee is on my head, but don't call me a Lee-head.

Pancakes on my face make me very happy.
I like shampoo bottles that sit on my lappie.

So let's go, you know I gotta rock it.
Put bologona in my front pocket.
I smear cream cheese in my gold locket.
Cause it's my show, I'm Andy Milonakis.

I gotta rock it. 
PS: YAY for Andy Milonakis!