I bought spiderman an x-box from a pawnshop for his birthday. And now he and I both are addicted to it. It's after three in the morning and we're still playing (well, he's playing and I'm blogging without him knowing it.:)) This thing will suck the brain straight out of your head. Anyway, I've had about two Sparks so I'm not only buzzed but also a little jazzed to be alive right now.
Here's a secret. I'm staying the night at Spiderman's house. Does that mean I'm going to hell? I guess it's too late to worry about that anyway. I intend to convert to catholicism and get eternal forgiveness on my deathbed anyway so I guess it doesn't matter.
Ready for your PSA? If you're at work and it's really busy and there's only one other person there to run the cash register to sell all the rednecks their beer, now is probably not the time to simultaneously piss your coworker off by talking on your damn cell phone but also to not do your job. thank you, I'll be here all week, try the veal.
laters.
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