i think it's funny when people like bad music. and then they talk about their music and i'm nodding and i can feel a little twinge of a smirk on my face [because i'm a jackass]...

you know who else is a jackass? but a way worse one? tessa. christ. what a jackass. i think she's only gotten less human since being kicked off the cheerleading squad. which i didn't see coming. somehow i expected the opposite. but who cares. she's a jackass.

hey. if you're at wild oats and your cashier asks you if you'd like a free 2007 calendar, just fucking take it. don't be a jackass. you don't have to pay for it. or if you REALLY don't want it, just smile and say "no thanks." if your cashier happens to be me and you happen to be a jackass, i will happen to slice your face off.

oh god. and then my brother...if you ever are interested in meeting the king of the jackasses, he lives in my family room. no wait. i take that back. should the king of the jackasses, my boss chris, ever die or [far less likely] abdicate his throne, my brother would be next in line.


oh man. how do i know so many awesome people?