I'm a happy boy
Alcohol really is the cause of and solution to all of life's problems. Had the best weekend ever in Vegas. Thanks Ed, Shawn, and Sarah for convincing me to go! After forgetting being strait-up-pimp (despite my "white-boy" dance style) on Friday, I was given a second chance to prove myself Saturday. Isn't it wierd when you like someone so much, you don't think it's even possible they could like you back even a fraction of what you are feeling? That can be depressing, but depression can turn to elation when they reveal that in fact, you made a real impression on their life. I have never heard kinder and more sincere words. Would say more, but I'm embarassing myself enough right now. I should get back to writing about commienazizombies or something.