Friday! *tapdance*

So, the plans for today:

EAT!

And then perhaps, I'll have something to eat.

I'm hungry, if you wondered. So, let's try to forget I'm starving!

Someone stole my hair.

Someone did take it, I'm quite sure
But now I can't remember, it's all a blur,
I think someone took my hair,
oh, God, oh no, oh dear,
I can't find it anywhere!

Someone must have taken it,
Perhaps some posh and cocky brit.
He must have taken it while I slept,
inside my room he must have crept.

I have a creepy feeling inside,
I'll look for my hair, far and wide.
But what if I can't find it where I seek?
I'll catch a train together with some freak.

Perhaps a train to the moon,
I'll catapult back with a homemade spoon.
Then perhaps my hair has grown back,
I'll kick that brits ass with a huge tie rack.

And on the subject, I want to tell
someone took my socks aswell...