Thats what friends are for...
Mood:  lucky
Ive said it before and Ill say it again, I love my friends. I would do almost anything for them, including giving them the shirt off of my own person, and I say that only because it has happened before. Yes, anyone who can stand to put up with my mood swings and passive aggressive beauty queen complex is ok in my book. Better, you deserve an award. So, like I may have said, I probably said some really nasty things to some of my friends on Saturday night, granted it was under the influence of that damned Fire Water, but they still came out of my mouth. Momma Mora says that real friends look past one little slip up cause they know who you really are. I hope that is the case. I know at least half of the people I verbally accosted think I'm just swell. One in particular is Shawna. She is the best fag hag, I think everyone should get one, they are great for emotional support and they really help you get back in touch with your inner child. After all, who could talk you into putting on a big furry cat mask in the middle of a Target filled with hot men solely for the purpose of taking a picture? A fag hag, thats who. Cheers to all those who still choose to call me a friend, and another cheers to those friends who still call me.