Dear Diary
What a week. What a great fucking week.

- Johnny the Homicidal Maniac


I am now the reigning seventh greatest humorous speaker in the state of Mississippi, according to the National Forensics League. Consequently, the only thing you get for that is a +5 to your self esteem. It's nice to know that I've gotten my fifteen minutes of fame, though.

AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT.

Bad things, by nature, happen in threes, as a way of making us say "ohhhhhhh shit" earlier than we're supposed to.

The first car crash I saw today was when a pickup crashed into a video/cd store. INTO IT. That is, the car was inside the building before this was all over. It's Mardi Gras, though, so I wouldn't have suspected anything else. Second, there was a crash about a mile up the road from the previous one. I'm going to assume that people died, as there were two body bags present. Finally, my aunt crashed in the rain with her two kids. Thankfully, no one was injured.

Bad things happen in threes.

So tommorow, I'm off to New Orleans for Mardi Gras.

Finally, happy belated Valentine's Day, especially for everyone who was single (ie: my sorry ass) this time around.

Good night and God bless. >:3


[i get high with a little help from my] FRIENDZ