ah fest.
Fest this weekend seemed fucking wonderful. I'm just so happy sometimes. I was back home, at my real home. I got to see my festy-like friends. And I got to be with my baby. What else could be better? The amazing thing was that I got a freakin' huge amount of breaks. Seriously, Sunday I got two fifteens and TWO halves. (Uh, for those of you who don't know, CKC is known for fucking you over and not giving hardly any breaks, so an hour and a half of breaks was awesome.) After fest I was a bit crabby, but only because fucking people can't fucking drive and a runner I had on Sunday was fucking retarded. Obviously when I'm pissed I use a lot of 'fucks' in my vocabulary. That's about all I've got.