You knew it was gonna happen.
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sxybck gabe: I like the sound of this.
TrickyNightOut: I thought so.
TrickyNightOut: besides, i'm sure you'd appreciate the forwarning rather than being blindfolded and drug somewhere by me.
sxybck gabe: You sure?
sxybck gabe: I might find that kinky.
TrickyNightOut: LOL you never know.
sxybck gabe: Of course not. Expect the unexpected.
TrickyNightOut: well if you expect the unexpected then what happens to the expected?
sxybck gabe: the roles reverse.
sxybck gabe: The expected becomes the unexpected, and the unexpected becomes the expected.
sxybck gabe: It's a never-ending cycle.
TrickyNightOut: Ah, so technically in that sense it's kind of really pointless
sxybck gabe: Nothing's pointless.
sxybck gabe: If something was pointless, why would it exist?
sxybck gabe: Just to take up space?
TrickyNightOut: pretty much, most likely.
sxybck gabe: Because you know, if we removed the pointless things, we would have more room for the pointy things.
sxybck gabe: And then I'd accidentally stab myself.
Basically I could tell you a lot that's been happening recently and it would take forever. Which I'm not sure I want to type for that long, but I felt that this journal needed a proper update of some sort.
My brother got his girlfriend pregnant. Which is cool and all, because I'm hoping for a little curly redheaded niece to bounce on my lap and read to and dress up. Call me pathetic if you want. I'm kind of tired of being the youngest in the family. Falon (my brother, Joseph's girlfriend) finds out the gender of the baby next Friday, so I can't wait.
I ate an entire plate of pizza rolls today by myself before finding out my mom was making gravy and biscuits and lots of bacon. Can we say fail? I think we can. But I ate the gravy and biscuits too, and now my stomach hurts really fucking bad.
Pete and Pixie are getting married onnnn Saturday. Not next Saturday, I mean like 2 days from now. Too bad Pete's got two baby-mommas.
Comment me with something hilarious. I need amusement.
I hate feeling insignificant all the time. I swear, it's ALL THE TIME.
My dad runs the fuck off on a vacation he promised he'd take me with him on, doesn't even bother telling me. I find out when my brother runs out the door like "oh shit, meeting Dad in Florida bye!"
WTF IS THAT. SERIOUSLY.
This is the fifth time this is happened.
YETIWENTZ. THOUGHT I'D SHARE WITH EVERYONE ELSE. :)