I met Butch Walker while I was walking down Michigan Ave. today. I just about peed my pants after I was cool as a cucumber. Wowee! It must be fate.
I'll elaborate on this marvelous day once I regain my composure. As of now, I'm blaring Butch Walker as loud as my poor speakers and my neighbors can stand it.
The week has been good. Sunday night I went to the movies with Chris and saw the Omen. I was the only one in a packed theater who screamed. Of course. On the way home, I kept checking my back seat for that evil child
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