before I vaporize again
I'm putting it on record that I *suck* huge amounts of suckular things when it comes to commenting and responding. If a day or two passes before I think of something unstupid to say, I convince myself too much time has passed to reply. So I hesitate for a few more days. And finally you get this. A meep!ing, probably unnecessary, apology.
Enough about me. Okay, that's a lie.
I got my Vegas pictures back. They fill me with happiness. And the deep, bitter sludge of loss. Boy, it's lucky that I'm always tired and vapor-brained, or I might have the wits to recognize the crushing depression that is life apart from you fabulous girls.
The worst things in Vegas are the unholy monsters that crash through floors to SWALLOW you with their giant lizard maws until you're dead. DEAD.
No, it's just Sin Incarnate. Sin that will SWALLOW you with its GIANT maw until--
Yo, thanks to saussy's mad pimping, I finally bridged the gap between me and a showing of Napoleon Dynamite. I have a whole new appreciation for 'tater tots. And that last dance scene? Could bring world peace.