Brad: So you never liked him?Jason: No.
Dan: He couldn’t stand him.Brad: That’s so strange.. you never even gave a hint. And he liked you so much. He went on and on about you, how hot he thought you were…
Jason: Well, first off, ew. Ew, ew, ew. And second, I’m not exactly the type to walk up to a person and go “Hey, that kid you’re fucking? Total asshole.”
Dan: Well, what are friends for then?
Brad: Yeah, and you kinda did just now.
Jason: Yes, but I let you see it for yourself before I swooped in with this huge proclamation.
Brad: Well, not exactly. He came over for the last of his stuff the other day and we kind of…
Jason: Okay, I take it back. I am the kind of person who just walks up to you and tells you some shit like that. And you, you are hopeless.
Brad: No, no, it’s still over. Deader than a doornail. But I still can’t believe… I mean, I never had a clue! And neither did he. Sometimes, I actually thought the only reason we hadn’t broken up yet was because we got along with each other’s frinds so well. He’d just be crushed to find out you felt that way.
Jason: Aww. Tell him.
Finally! Someone finally got to my site through this search! My branding strategy appears to be working. I mean, um… welcome, my brother!
And here I am, once again, using NewsBlogger to force posts. Someone could build up a lot of karma by making this whole situation go away. That’s all I’m saying about that.
And here I was thinking last year was the low point of the century as far as awards shows went. I was so very wrong. Madonna had better win at least half the categories she’s nominated in, or I am done with the whole stupid thing. Without even getting into the whole Feminem thing, this year’s nominations are just sad. I mean, Say My Name? It’s an alright pop record, but Record and Song of the Year? Especially Song, which goes to the songwriters. Say my name, say my name/When no one is around you/Say “Baby, I love you”Those words really touched me, lemmetellya.
At this point, I’m thinking someone needs to start a fan club.
Prompted by Jerwin, I decided to take a look at how an astrologer had predicted the last year of my life would go. This, in my opinion, is much more fun than the predictions for the coming year. I was having fun laughing at the crafty nonspecificicity of it all when the closer jumped out at me: The process of events will be as follows: great promise and expectations, then upset and chaos, and finally, a usually better-than-anticipated result.Daaang.

