According to the Viking Profile thingamabob on my How To Train Your Dragon bluray,

I am Fishlegs.

And if I was a Viking, I would be called OSK THE FASTTALKER.

YOU MAY ADDRESS ME AS SUCH.

Except I want to be a princess.

PRINCESS OSK THE FASTTALKER. SHE OF THE CUPCAKES AND USELESS TRIVIA.

Sweet.

(the cough medicine I’m taking for my sinus infection is FANTASTIC.)

HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON DID NOT WIN THE OSCAR FOR BEST ANIMATED FEATURE.

OH HELL TO THE NO.

I AM INCENSED.

BRB, KICKING SOME WEINER DOGS. BEWARE MY FIVE FEET OF FURY.

I can’t finish my cake tonight because I don’t have powdered sugar for the frosting. And I’m not gonna drag myself out to the grocery story at effing 10:53 at night.

TAKE THAT, CAKE I’M TAKING TO THE OSCAR PARTY TOMORROW.

On the upside, it’s a butter cake with key lime filling and vanilla buttercream frosting.

So there’s that.

I have to go to work. But I am SO GOING TO WATCH HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON WHEN I GET HOME.

Best movie ever.

I’m still put out that Tangled didn’t get nominated for Best Animated Picture, but at least I can root for HTTYD.

Pixar, I love you and Toy Story 3 was awesome and I would love to have your babies, but let someone else win for a change, mmkay?

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