I’ve switched some things around, not that you’d notice. Especially since I’m fairly certain I’m the only person that currently looks at this blog, and it’s my own. How’s that for narcissism?
We didn’t fall through the floor
The American Sexmatic screening turned out to be pretty great, and I’m quite pleased to see that I still have a floor in the living room as opposed to a giant hole looking down into the apartment below. Both of these things make me rather happy.
I’m totally mature, shut up.
I chose this theme solely because of the lady bugs doin’ it. That’s hotter than a motherfucker, shit.
They are MY trees, now! HAHAHAHA
I was stealing these two palm trees for some reason. There was a camel that was guarding the trees I was suppased to atke,a nd so I used a stick with the ettempt of killing it, ubt ended up bjust using the stick to play fetch with the camel. Since it was dark out, I threw it, held my kes so they woldn’t jingle, and hid behind gthe van. I thought I had lost the actual keys for the van, though- but fortunately they were in another pocket. I threw the two trees intot he back while some girl was helping me keep watch, and then droev off.
Damn you, Moby! Damn you!
Justin and I had gotten in line after the Moby concert, outside his trailer. It was a long line, and it had started raining. Justin took offg his coat to put on another shirt or something, but ended up getting sap on his shirt, and was pissed. I told him to have Moby sign the shirt, and to sell it on eBay for 300$USD. He said “300? Try 3,000!” And I said “Hell, 3 Billion! Sell the shirt for ALL OF EBAY!”. Some girl behind us started laughing at that comment. When we got to the trailer, there was a sign saying it cost 40$USD to see Moby, and 60 for premium, whatever that meant. Justin and I both decided not to pay to see him, and then I caught a glimpse of him making a smoothie for someone inside, saying that the money went to some animal rights cause.