Wes Is Ready For The Freakin Weekend

I don't really have much to write about today. Happy it's Good Friday tomorrow. A much needed day off. Sunday is Easter. Kinda anxious for Lauryn to see her new bike and her basket I made her (Shhhhh! Don't tell her). Guess I'll post the top things Miley Cyrus fears.

Her test results at the free clinic.

Al Pacino will die, thus ending her lucrative side career as his voice double.

The world will someday run out of weed, glittery booty shorts, and teens with no taste in music.

Thanks to her last name, she'll only be known for her embarrassing family members.  Which, ironically, is also Billy Ray's greatest fear.

Work will dry up and she'll be forced to use her long tongue to wash skyscraper windows.

That she'll do something ridiculously stupid that will shame her family for generations to come . . . and it won't be caught on camera.

Her dad's mullet coming back to life, sneaking into her bedroom in the middle of the night, and suffocating her.

That someday she'll have to pay the bills by being her father's opening act.

NOT going down as the single greatest songwriter in history, despite brilliantly rhyming "I'm gonna be OK" and "party in the USA."

Her fans realizing that constantly posing topless doesn't make you look like a cool and edgy artist, so much as a sad little girl who's trying too hard.

The ever-growing suspicion that "Maxim" was being ironic when they named her the hottest girl on earth.

Lindsay Lohan's relentless attempts to take her title as the single worst role model for teenage girls in history.

The realization she's running out of Jonas Brothers and One Direction members to deflower.

No one paying attention to her for more than four seconds.

Walking out the door and not seeing a "TMZ" camera guy.

Going out on a sunny day and forgetting to put sunscreen on her side-boobs.

Oh Miley. Thanks to you I'll get a laugh for a long time. Anyone else hear that train coming

(Credit: Complete Sheet)