My… Something
I have a couple of friends. I know this might be very hard to believe, especially if you’ve met me, but it’s true. My friends can kinda be divided into three groups. The ones I went to high school with, the ones I met after high school, and the ones that are only my friends because we worked together. The friends from the second group are about equally comprised of chicks from Academy or dudes from FD. I’m not quite sure how that happened, but it did. At some point in my friendship’s with the dudes this group they all will eventually say something to the affect of, “Remember that time in Ms. Borja’s class.” Or, “remember that time that whoever got ducted taped, naked, to the lockers by the seniors”. For some reason they all distinctly remember me going to FD. Now, I’d personally like to believe that this is because I am so awesome they simply can’t imagine a time that they didn’t know me. Back in reality it’s probably something more like, I’m so fucking lame that they couldn’t imagine being friends with me unless there was a long history to our friendship. Sadly I’d probably be the naked freshmen taped to the locker…
Where did that come from, who even remembers… Something reminded me of that yesterday.
Today was interesting. I’m healing quite nicely from my first base jump… I meant to fill you in on that but figured what was the point. Long story short I fell off a roof. Luckily the electric current that surge through my body before, which caused, the fall made my muscles constrict… It’s my belief that’s what saved my life, but that might be overtly dramatic.
What else happened?
I’ve discovered My Invincibility Song and My Backed Into A Corner Song… Hundred bucks says nobody knows what they are.
Other than that everything has been pretty blah. As is probably quite apparent from the sheer excitement going into this rambling.
I can barely contain it… I need to burn off all this energy, I’m gonna go run laps… blah blah blah blah blah.
Whatever.
