So… I guess you don’t believe me, huh?  I guess I don’t inspire trust in people anymore… oh well.  So I have a few random things I’m about to ramble on about because… well… what I ORIGINALLY intended for today will be used for Sunday.  Then I thought, oh, I can just post my reverse engineering post… but guess what?  Yeah… it’s a fucking novella unto itself and really needs to be edited down and I need to do some graphics.  So you get some drama today.

So the whole Christine under non-speaking terms continues… sort of.  Last night I got home and I found a card from her.  Basically it said how she wishes I’d move on (which I did… in fact… I got MARRIED), and that by constantly instigating her idiot husband I’m only making it harder to be friends (oh hello… at LEAST half the time he instigates me!), and how she really misses me and blah blah blah.  Sounds like a bittersweet card, right?  Well… inside were 4 tickets for the Bamboozle Festival in May with Linkin’ Park headlining!  Yeah.  She me.

I saw The Steff on Wednesday.  We ended up at a diner with a bunch of people from The Hills.  She ended up dropping her class this semester for work… which I can’t say I’m surprised because she’s been working 3 jobs.  In fact, I really haven’t seen her much… and realized just how much I miss hanging out with her.  But I suck there too… because I haven’t called her either so I’ve been a sucky friend.  I’m a little upset that she dropped that class… I really want her to finish school, even though now she’s thinking of changing majors.  I just don’t want her to have to be dependent on some schmuck like Christine… not that The Donkey is a schmuck… but SHE is the one working 3 jobs.  Ya know what I mean?

Finally, The Nick‘s sister had the baby.  Did I mention she was preggo?  Did I mention I might be the father?  It weighed something like 9 lbs… the funny thing is her sister MAYBE weighs 90 pounds soaking wet with a pocket full of quarters.  But hey… the baby is healthy… and in the end that is all that really matters, right?  The other important thing… is that I am 99.9% sure I am not the baby daddy.  Besides the obvious fact that I never engaged with her in sexual intercourse… you just may never know.  However… I think I am safe enough to go see Maury if need be.  I do however think my chances of walking away unscathed from the whole Anna Nicole paternity test is greatly reduced since it seems EVERYONE who NEVER slept with her MAY BE the baby daddy.

Oh, and I just want it known that Blogger Beta is shit.  Really.  I know I’m finally off Blogger but I’ve been wortking on something that just makes me curse its existence.  Truly.