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Yesterday a friend and I were having a serious conversation about how I am going to geneticly alter the DNA of a Bunny and a Kitten to create the worlds cutest animal: The Bitten. The Bitten however must stay forever young and never become a Cabbit. My friend asked how exactly I planned to do this and I responded by telling him that there was no way I trust him enough to tell him my secrets of genetic mutation. Then for some reason I said in complete seriousness that I wouldn't even tell J. Edgar Hoover. Then we got into how I travel back in time periodically to visit J. Edgar Hoover and how if I told him the secrets of the Bitten, it would already be invented by the time I got back to the future. Then we just lost it and started cracking up. I mean really? WTF? We were sooo serious about this whole conversation. It was like talking about Dancing Man Syndrome and White Man's Disease. If you have no clue what they are, I suggest you wise up and read my one-act play entitled, 
ance Like It's a Disease".
Ok, self-promo finished. I am ridiculous.
ance Like It's a Disease". Ok, self-promo finished. I am ridiculous.
The last 2 days have been amazing I got to go to see The Faint and Bright eyes after the show sold out (thanks to Kent). I got ditched by my friend who was supposed to go with me, but I ended up meeting the ever-so-awesome Mars from Mars Black and he took me backstage. Everyone I met was so nice and polite and cool. It really restored my faith in musicians becauise I can honestly say that before that I'd never really met any nice ones. We went to the Star Bar and The Clermont Lounge and had a fantastic time. I love, love, loved it. And the shows were spectacular. Time to wipe the stupid grin off my face, I think it'll be a couple more days...
ok, so I just deleted most of my friends list because it was huge and I don't know any of you guys. I kept people who I know or e-mail. If you wanna be my friend TALK TO ME! Love you all. 
In other news: I got in trouble at my petstore job for punching a fish because he bit me.
In other news: I got in trouble at my petstore job for punching a fish because he bit me.
FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!! ANTS HAVE INVADED MY HOUSE! I JUST GOT FINISHED SPRAYING BLEACH WATER FROM A WATER GUN AT THEM ALL OVER MY KITCHEN AND NOW MY HANDS BURN AND MY FEET ARE COVERED IN ANTS BITES> ROT IN HELL FUCKERS! 
