Certain people are not "fuck-with-able"

Coffin and I have created a new term: fuck-with-able. People who are not fuck-with-able are the type of people who...when you zing them, they get offended and/or actually hurt. People who are fuck-with-able will take the zing and snicker along with everyone else. Understand? Good.

It was created while we were sitting at the GearJammer...alone.

The idea of "camping out" for the movie tickets has pretty much been flushed. No surprise. Pedro took a long time to call us back about the theatre. No surprise. Corey won't be joining us in the morning to get said tickets. No surprise.

Life is so predictable, eh?

We're going to go get tickets in the morning around eight or something, we're going to pick Pedro up first. I don't know if Coffin and I will sleep after that or not...probably not. It's Harry Potter night and...we have to put our evil plan into action, mwahahaha.

We will shower and change, though.

So we know that Abby isn't dead in a ditch somewhere. I can't help but be mildly annoyed that we were left to worry like that, though. Not very fair. I guess the wedding is off, which of course sucks. I hope everything turns out alright...eventually.




You might be thinking, "what the hell?" The thing is tonight at the Jammer our bill was exactly $6.66 which is fucking awesome. Coffin got tea, I had coffee, and we split a large fries...it's the magical order of the beast or something. We'll keep the receipt and frame it one day.

Tyler emailed me pictures of Buddy sporting his new haircut. They were low-quality because it was on a camera phone so I'm still not sure if my dog looks like a total loser now. Oh well, I love him anyway.

The Reflecting God by Marilyn Manson is one of my favourite songs...ever.

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