I thought of this awesome thing to write, but then I remembered that people read what I write. So, I might still write it, but not here.
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I also thought of something awesome to say on my death bed. And of course I can't write that because I'm saving it for when I'm actually on my death bed.
Like in 500 years or so.
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I'm counting on medical technology to irrelify all of my current stupidity.
It could happen.
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I made that word up. I like it, though.
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Did I ever mention that I like hot girls?
Well, I do.
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I still haven't had any of the 08.08.08 beer. Because I might be able to talk BadPickleGirl into trying it with me. Tonight, I had myself some yummy Moerlein OTR (216).
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Speaking of OTR, I need to remember to take a bottle to work, so that later I can drop it off for MrPopular.
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Speaking of BadPickleGirl, she just complained about getting just one MySpace message, from me, in a week. I myself usually only get messages from Jack Shit.
She got a message from me, I get messages from Jack Shit.
She wins, hands down.
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Because, no matter what certain people might think, I'm much better than Jack Shit.
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Damn, it's only 11:04, and I'm out of material.
