If I didn't come up as an ass from time to time, I wouldn't be me.
Additionally, I did not have all the facts, but needing to be an ass does not require all the facts either.
Part of me wants to continue, wiht much to say. But I do not have the will power for that (because it would be bunch of unfounded claims that would be nothing more than ficiton).
So instead I will say I am sorry and disappear again.
so i had this really really fucked up dream last night.
I was at this party down the road from my house, it was apparently at jamie henteg's house, wich i've got no idea where he lives. but he was there.
anyways we get there and hang out with some people, and music is playing
and then jamie comes down the stairs with a shotgun and points it at me, and i'm like "WTF DUDE?!" and eventually he shoots me in the chest with some of those bean bag things, twice, and it didn't bruise. eventually he calmed down and everything was cool lol. so i go outside and todd kopkau(sp?) is singing and amy waller is playing the tamborine.
i still can't seem to figure out how funny these guys are. i don't know if they're actually funny, or if i just started watching long enough to where brain cells actually started dying.
