Shayla fails. Again. I'm gonna go sleep off my alcohol and any bravery this squirrel managed to have. And then irony was that I was laying in bed, and I was contemplating how to say what I wanted to say when I missed you. Bah.
I like some stuff. I dislike some stuff. I'm pretty average in every way you could think of. But when the zombie apocalypse starts, I'm ready to rock n' roll. :P