Current mood:	happy
Current music:	Garbage - Boys Wanna Fight

Warning
Do not, I repeat, do NOT get involved in a laser tag match with me. I am a goddamned MURDERER and ain't nothin' gonna change that. Family? Friends? Friends of family? You will be flayed and whipped and salted and beaten before my altar. I will destroy you.

So, how did my sister's birthday party go? Well, for those of us who did not meet a horrifying lasery death (i.e. JUST ME), it went pretty well. We bowled. That was fun too. It was good to see her. I put on her beanie and took down my hair and did my best Jay-headbangin' impression.

So, yeah. After MANY, MANY problems with Lulu.com, I FINALLY got my book working (I think) and have ordered a copy for myself. Just me. Not for you. I, I, I am going to get it in my hands, and from there, I will ship it to whomever wants to read it first. Whoever does that, can ship it to the next person on the list, and so forth. The cover is crap, there's no thank-yous or index, it's super-raw...I just needed to see how it would turn out. Plus, it's good to have a hard copy just in case something crashes. Or, as before, everything crashes at once.

Speak of the devil. Mirc just got virused. Wtf? HAX. I now must go to my old CD and restore my old version. Poops.

Also: There are no N64 emulators that can use the full scope of the N64 controller's analog stick. That sucks furrehfurrehmuch. And I can't use my N64, because it's probably sitting at a pawn shop, because I loaned it to my brother Josh, who (much, much more than likely) sold it for beer. I have the original Perfect Dark, which would be great if Josh hadn't erased my profiles, like the cack he is. I must rely on Chad's console-generosity. Still a good game, it is.

This is what I hear quite often these days:
"Thank you for choosing McDonald's! How may I take your order?"
Hold me back. Somebody keep me from saying it. There's a point at which I can no longer smile and place my order without saying "RESPECT YOUR LANGUAGE, FUCKTARD." That shit might fly with people who don't listen to words, but that murder/death/kill line is getting closer every day.

Othat than that, I'm good! Full of joy and sharing the love. I just vent here. You should see me in the mornings. When we have to get up super-early for the once-a-month work thing, people get sick of how sluggish and burly I'm not.


Now for some shout outs. Holla. And word. And stuff. I'm a straight up G. Don't doubt it.

JESS. Make Erin happy. :(

ERIN. Make Jess happy. :(

EVA. Make yourself happy. :(

ALLIE. You're making me sad with your silence, and now you're making Mom sad with your silence. Post. Say hi. Do something. We're worried about you. :(

JENNA. Where you at? :(

JAMIE. Why are you not over here sexing me up? :(

BECCA. You're on your way. Hang ten. Keep workin'. Use the distractions available to you. And don't worry about making mistakes. *hartz*

ASHREE4000. Dude, school? You going or what? Keep us (me) updated! TELL ME HOW MY HALF-LIFE FARES. And my vicarious half-wife.

GREG. I hear you got a job. Knock that off. Being respectable is dangerous. You could get kicked out of Highlands.

MITRI. Um. Stop being a mack up on all da bitches. Quit playin', playa, you be makin' us all look like punkasses by comparison.